Ji Xinglan was stunned, and so was Old Master Lin.
"Uncle Chen, didn't they say Lin Da has the Ghost Hand?"
Ji Xinglan widened her eyes and transmitted her voice to me.
I chopped off Old Master Lin's hands; instead of blood gushing out, it should have been blood.
But now, instead, there is mud.
It smelled like the rotten mud in a stinking ditch, and it also smelled like a corpse.
"Uncle Chen, what's going on?"
Ji Xinglan was puzzled.
I was playing with Grandpa Lin's two hands, and they still retained their original shape.
Then, I took out a handkerchief and wrapped both hands properly.
"You're excellent, you're very good! Master Chen, even after all this time, you're still as smart as ever!"
Old Master Lin's body began to dissolve, and his face also changed.
Soon, he transformed into someone I knew well—Old Cao!
"As I guessed, Lao Cao, another character related to Lin Momo, hadn't appeared yet, which puzzled me at the time. Now the mystery is finally solved!"
Looking at Grandpa Lin's condition, I nodded slightly. I took a big risk, but this time I made the right bet.
"Uncle Chen?"
Ji Xinglan called me again, and I turned around to look at her, patiently explaining to her.
"You want to ask why, even though Lin Da is Director Wang, I still chose Old Master Lin, and more importantly, did I make the right choice?"
I looked at Ji Xinglan and smiled.
Ji Xinglan nodded, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Because the riddle itself is the answer; he is both a ghost and a father!"
I started reminding Ji Xinglan.
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