For the first time, Meng Po's cold expression showed some movement!
She never thought that the sentence she had secretly written with blood for more than 20 years, her biggest secret, would be revealed so easily by Jiang Fan!
You must know that Meng Po never wrote these words in front of these prisoners. She always hid and wrote them quietly by herself.
Over the years, she has only given the letter to a Yama Luo whom she trusted!
The Yama promised to deliver the letter to the right person.
Although, Meng Po also didn't know who should be handed over to.
She didn't even know why she kept writing this sentence!
But every time she couldn't help but write, as if this behavior had been deeply engraved in her bones and became the most basic instinct!
Just like people need to breathe, eat and drink water!
Sometimes, she wondered what "I only wish my son peace" meant. Did she... really have a son?
So that's why I keep praying for him? !
But why don’t I have any memory of it?
I can’t remember who my son is, who he was born to, what he looks like, or what his name is!
I don’t even know who I am!
I don’t remember anything!
Moreover, every time I think about it, that damn headache will come back and get worse and worse until I give up the idea!
Therefore, for more than 20 years, Meng Po has never figured it out! She doesn’t dare to figure it out!
But why does this person in front of me know all this?
Could it be... that he is the one who received the letter? !
So, Meng Po couldn't help but ask: "You...what did you say?! How did you know this sentence?!"
"Because... my name is Jiang Fan! My father's name is Xiao Cangtian! He also used the alias Jiang Cangtian! My mother's name is Feng Wanxi!"
"This... is a photo of my mother! You will know it once you see it!" Jiang Fan's eyes were red as he spoke word by word!
After saying that, he carefully took out the only photo of him and his mother that his grandmother left for him!
It was a photo of himself when he was a baby, with a gentle and peaceful woman holding him.
The woman was wearing a white floral dress, smiling brightly, with two dimples, and looked very similar to herself. She was looking at herself, who was still a baby, with a loving face!
Meng Po wanted to take the photo, but as soon as she raised her hand, she felt a piercing headache!
However, this time she did not back down, but instead endured the headache and forcibly took the photo!
The woman in the photo froze Meng Po in disbelief.
Because that woman looked exactly like him!
how so! ! !
According to the inheritance Jiang's mother received, she should be a ghost god born and raised by nature!
She has lived on the seventeenth floor since birth, carrying out her mission and brewing Meng Po soup for the prisoners to cleanse their souls!
It has been like this for hundreds of years!
It was only over twenty years ago that, for some reason, perhaps a dream or something else, I started writing those six words over and over again!
You know, when Meng Po gave Jiang Mu the inheritance, she not only erased all of Jiang Mu's memories, but also re-compiled a new set of memories for her! This allowed Jiang Mu to be logically self-consistent and stay on the 17th floor as Meng Po for the rest of her life!
Therefore, Jiang's mother was doubtful about why she wrote those six words.
But he didn't doubt his identity too much.
It was not until this moment, when she saw this photo, that she was completely conflicted!
Could it be that... I haven't been staying on the seventeenth floor all this time?
Have you ever been out?!
Who is the child in my arms?
Could it really be his son? !
Why don’t I remember anything?
Could it be that... my memory has been tampered with?
I...have also drunk Meng Po soup?!
"You are... the child in the photo!" Meng Po looked at Jiang Fan intently and asked.
"Yes, Mom! I've been looking for you for a long time! I finally found you!" Jiang Fan's nose felt sore and he shouted these words in a hoarse voice!
These words have been buried in Jiang Fan's heart for more than twenty years and he has said them countless times in his dreams!
No matter how powerful Jiang Fan is outside, whether he is the Dragon King or the God of War!
In front of his mother, he is always a child!
As long as our parents are alive, life still has a purpose!
When parents pass away, life is just a journey home!
Jiang Fan once thought that he was destined to be an orphan for the rest of his life!
Unexpectedly, his mother was still alive and finally allowed Jiang Fan to meet her!
However, what Jiang Fan didn't expect was that when he said this, he was not greeted by his mother's warm embrace!
Instead, it was the mother's shrill scream!
"Ah!!!" Jiang's mother suddenly screamed and collapsed to the ground, holding her head. As if she had remembered something, she felt an excruciating pain in her head! It was as if countless poisonous snakes were biting her head fiercely!
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Mom!" Jiang Fan immediately stepped forward and took his mother's pulse, wanting to help her solve her headache!
However, despite Jiang Fan's superb medical skills, he couldn't cure his mother's illness! He didn't even know where to start!
Because, although Jiang's mother's pain seemed to come from her head, it actually wasn't coming from her head at all! Instead, it was like the Soul-Shaking Bell, touching her soul!
Jiang Fan can bring the dead back to life and turn flesh into bones, but he is helpless against the pain in the soul!
"What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!"
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