I had thought about what the situation Gu Fei was talking about would be like, but when I really saw Uncle Thousand Faces, I barely recognized him.

The two of them followed me, and before pushing the door open, a hand was placed on my shoulder: "Little white face, you better be mentally prepared before going in." ”

At that time, I had a faint feeling in my heart.

It was dark in the cottage, there were no lights on, and all the curtains were drawn up, as if there was something in it that could not see the light of day. The apprehension in my heart increased little by little as time passed.

"Tuk ...... Sincere...... "The sound ......of a woman walking in high heels" is like the sound of a woman walking in high heels, and it rings regularly. Following the sound, we made our way to the top of the stairs.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that the person in front of me would be Uncle Thousand Faces.

In the middle of the stairs stood a figure, leaning on the railing, with a cane in his left hand, leaning sideways, "moving" down step by step.

“…… Uncle Thousand Faces? ”

I was not sure, and shouted softly, and the figure suddenly stopped, and it took a long time to turn around, staring straight at us, and suddenly trembling with excitement, and almost rolling down.

Gu Fei rushed up and helped him.

"Uncle Thousand Faces? Are you Uncle Thousand Faces? ”

The other party just looked at me coldly, and the sissy pulled me twice, leaned into my ear and said, "Don't ask, he's the old man." ”

By the faint light, I couldn't see his face clearly, I only felt an old breath coming to my face, and I had to be helped to walk, and I was like the thousand-faced uncle who made me afraid before, could it be that my knife directly caused him to become this ghost?

When I passed by, I subconsciously leaned to the side, even if I couldn't see clearly, I could still feel the eyes of Uncle Thousand Faces throwing at me, full of hatred and unwillingness.

The night light in the living room was turned on, not very bright, but enough for me to see the person in front of me.

Uncle Thousand Faces is too old to look good, and the exposed skin is full of large and small old age spots, and the skin on his face is wrinkled together, drooping downward, like a melting clay figure. His head and hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Only the burning eyes made me reluctantly agree with the fact that he was Uncle Thousand Faces.

When you wake up from a sleep and find that a person who was originally good and decent suddenly becomes unrecognizable and can't even take care of himself, the impact of such a change is not something that can be easily accepted.

From the point of view of his purpose, Uncle Thousand Faces seems to have always been on the opposite side of us, bent on getting something out of me, but in the end, he never wanted to kill me, and I don't want to see him become like this.

Without waiting for me to ask, Gu Fei opened his mouth to explain: "When he sent you and Uncle Qianmian to the hospital that day, he was already like this, and no one could give a reasonable explanation, even the doctor said that the cells were aging normally. ”

Normal? Can a person age "normally" for decades in an instant?

Uncle Thousand Faces glared at me, and suddenly wanted to rush towards me, but Gu Fei held him down and comforted him several times before he stopped struggling. A few indistinct syllables came out of his throat that I couldn't understand.

"Uncle Thousand Faces is indeed a ghost-faced man, but he never thought of hurting anyone." Gu Fei glanced at the sissy as he spoke, and the sissy nodded solemnly at me a few times.

I know this, in the end, he is also a poor man, his original promising life was ruined by that inexplicable organization, who can stand it?

Nodding, I stared at Uncle Thousand Faces for a while, and said to Gu Fei and the sissy: "I want to talk to Uncle Thousand Faces alone for a while, don't worry, I won't do anything to him." ”

Gu Fei was dragged out by the sissy, and looked at the two of us with some uneasiness in his eyes.

I sat across from Uncle Thousand Faces so that he could see me in a comfortable position: "Originally, I wondered why you hated me so much, but in the current situation alone, you should really hate me to death." ”

Uncle Thousand Faces just stared at me, without making a sound, and his hand clutching the cane tightened again.

"Actually, my situation is not much better than yours. Ever since I got into some mess last year, I've had doubts about myself and even the world, and sometimes I can't tell who I really am, or if I don't exist at all, just a clown in someone else's dreams. ”

Uncle Thousand Faces, who was sitting opposite, still had the same posture as before, but his eyes were no longer as aggressive as they were at the beginning.

I continued: "In less than a year, I have been doing things that I could not have imagined before, and I can't see how much I have lost and what I have gained. I was crawling in the dark like a blind man."

Uncle Yuan, Wu Laosi...... There are still many people I don't know, and one after another they die on this road. I was afraid that I would lose more, but I was determined to walk on this road of no return.

"All along, I didn't know what kind of role I was playing, whether I was a fool obsessed with finding the answer to the mystery, or a murderer who harmed others and myself."

Uncle Thousand Faces opened his mouth, but all he uttered were a few vague syllables.

"Uncle." I lowered my head, didn't look at him, stared at the dark gray shadow on the ground, "You said you want to get everything from me, and you said that you can be complete in this way, and you can become my grandfather Yang Yun." But in this world, there is no way to make one person become another. ”

The two of us, one desperately wants to be someone else, and the other insists that he is just Yang Lingyi.

In the past nearly a year, every time I wake up, I hope that everything that happened before is just a long dream, and I am still the ordinary person who opened a small shop and lived a small life, no one left, and no one was tormented because of the so-called "mission".

Uncle Thousand Faces suddenly threw his crutches, which jumped on the ground a few times before finally rolling to the couch and stopping. The sound reverberated through the room.

His eyes had long since changed, and the person sitting in front of me seemed to be just an old man who had suffered a lot of vicissitudes, and I felt sad for no reason. I've talked so much, but I can't say what I want to ask the most.

He trembled and pulled out a piece of paper folded into a "tofu block" from his breast pocket, beckoned to me, and I leaned forward slightly, aiming at a few familiar terms specially marked on it: seven-star dagger, soul bell......

After a while, he took out a gold-tipped fountain pen from his pocket, lay it on the coffee table, and wrote seven words on the back of the paper tremblingly: There is no Yang Lingyi in the world.

As I looked at him in confusion, an eerie smile suddenly appeared on his pleated face, and his throat emitted a staccato laugh like a low roar echoed through the gloomy little cottage......

There is no Yang Lingyi in the world!

There is no Yang Lingyi in the world!!