The frame was an old wooden frame, which had been starched on the surface, and it looked like it was often taken out for inspection. It is completely impossible to see how many people are in this photo, because most of the photo has been stained with water, and it is so muddy that it is impossible to see anything clearly. The only people who could see their faces clearly were the three people in the middle, two men and a woman.

What makes me confused is that among these three people is a sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy with a crooked mouth and a sinister mouth, and that person is the same master who has been dead for several years. Although he is only seventeen or eighteen years old at most in this photo, I have followed the old guy from north to south for so many years, and his appearance, even if I see the corners of his mouth with only one side upturned, I can recognize that this person must be him. Moreover, there is also a very discernible label of a mole with beautiful tears under the corner of his right eye.

How did this old guy come here? I have been with him for so many years, although I have heard many stories about digging in the ground, but I have always regarded it as a legend that the old man heard from others, but I never thought that this obscene old man would actually come here, and it was a few decades ago. The old man died at fifty-five, which must have been about thirty years ago, and at that time, I was still wearing a red scarf to pee and play with mud.

After seeing this photo, I was instantly reminded of some strange actions of the old man when he took me to the north and south. In my career, the only super artifact I've ever seen is from the hand of the old man, this guy spent three cents a piece of jade from a farmer's house, according to the old man said that the prince of the Yan Kingdom destroyed the country, and this old guy also ate two boiled eggs when he left.

But the old man didn't take that thing, but he didn't know where to put it. At that time, I thought that the old guy didn't even look at this jade seal, which was already a super artifact for me.

At that time, I thought that this old guy was pretending to be forced in front of my new apprentice, but if this guy had been here before, judging from the attitude of the treasures in front of them, this old guy might really be the master of seeing good things.

It also suddenly reminded me of the scene when I first met the old guy. At that time, I had just dropped out of school, had a falling out with my family, and ran away without a penny. Almost all of them had become beggars, and I met my master in a small restaurant.

At first, the old man didn't even look at me, but when the old man saw the tears on my face, he suddenly stopped me, and then took me as an apprentice. To be honest, at that time, I still saw that bowl of haggis soup before I embarked on the road of no return to the wall skewers.

I always thought that it was because I shared this rare beautiful tear with the old man that the old man would take me in and teach me a lot of the craft of life. These crafts are not only as simple as knowing ancient artifacts and some ancient characters, but the old man also completely affected me by the losses he had suffered because of his character defects and the degree to which he grasped his feelings when dealing with people. Sometimes, I even vaguely think that I am an extension of the old man's personality and thoughts.

Nangong saw that my expression was wrong, stabbed me lightly, and said, "Hou Liu, what's wrong with you?" ”

I pursed my lips from my dry hair, laughed and said nonsense: "The woman in this photo looks so beautiful as you." ”

Nangong frowned, knowing that I was talking nonsense, so she didn't pay attention to me anymore, and then looked at the photo in her hand. There is also a man and a woman in that photo, both in their twenties, and I don't know these two people.

To be honest, I don't seem to have met any of the old man's friends other than his psychopathic friend. The old man had no contact with anyone in his last years, he had no family, and he didn't even have a single friend.

Originally, I thought it was because the old man had a bad character, and everyone betrayed his relatives and left. But now it seems that there may be some secret hidden in this old fellow. But the old man has been dead for a few years, and there is no point in asking these questions now.

The small movements of the two of us were still noticed by Qian Ning and a few of them, and several of them slowly walked over. After Qian Ning saw the photo in Nangong's hand, he sighed heavily.

I looked at her as if she knew the person in the photo, and I couldn't help but be curious. If he knew where the old man came from, I should have asked.

I coughed and said to Channing carefully, "Do you know the person in this photo?" ”

Qian Ning looked at me a little playfully and said, "There is a person in the photo who is the elder of my family, what, you are interested?" ”

This is really a ghost, and all of a sudden she choked on the question I was about to speak, and I laughed wryly, touched my head and didn't say anything more.

Qian Ning's eyes did not take away from me, and he still looked at me with that playful look, does this girl know my secret? But the two of us should have never crossed paths, but our predecessors have also been here, is it just a coincidence?

Just when I couldn't stand her gaze, Qian Ning suddenly smiled at me, and then said, "The woman above here is my aunt." When I was very young, she suddenly lost contact with her family, and it took us a long time to find out that she was part of an organization. The organization has traveled almost all over China, but we have never heard from her again. ”

Looking at Qian Ning's expression that didn't look like a fake, I believed it in my heart. According to what she said, my dead master and her aunt should have belonged to that organization, but why did our old man come back alive in the end, but several of them died here?

What experience did the old man have had here? Why didn't I pass through the words at all during the years when I was studying art with him? And the old man can act with the people of the old family, obviously he should have a certain strength, but why did he take me as an apprentice but not pass it on to me?

Thinking back to the time the old man spent with me, there didn't seem to be anything special about this old man. Except for the ghosts, the mouth, and the black heart, the old man has never shown anything special, and these three characteristics of him have been completely inherited by me. Of course, this is also compared with ordinary people, if you put it in front of these people, it will not be enough to see it at all.

The old man doesn't seem to have any skills. Once, because he was greedy, the two of us killed and stewed the dog that was staying in the farmer's house, and was finally hung up by a whole village, and the old guy didn't even resist, so he was just tied up. In the end, because he was old and frail, those people were afraid that something would hang him for a long time, so they put him down, but I was hung for three days and three nights, and I didn't even drink the soup at that time.

I really can't believe that my obscene master will have any connection with these old families, my heart is suddenly foggy, but I don't dare to show it, for fear that these people will see the clues.