Chapter 129 Do Grandpa and the others know that Xie Yao is still alive?
When the man saw who it was.
A look of terror instantly appeared on his filthy face.
He tried to curl up in the corner, but when he tried to retreat, the solid wall blocked all his escape routes.
A man whose hands and feet are tied.
A wave of despair welled up from the bottom of my heart.
"Why did you kidnap me and bring me here?" the man asked, his lips trembling.
Shen Qingbei ignored his question.
With a blank expression, she stepped towards the terrified man.
He saw a deep-seated fear on the other person's face.
But it did not evoke even the slightest bit of his sympathy.
He is someone who has walked through the gates of hell.
What is compassion?
He had long ago discarded those useless things in some unknown corner.
He sympathizes with others.
Then who will sympathize with him?
Thinking of this.
Shen Qingbei slowly squatted down, looking at the man huddled in the corner with emotionless eyes.
He held a gleaming dagger in his hand, which he pressed directly against the man's face.
"Give up your idea of escaping, and perhaps I'll be happy to spare your life a little longer."
The man cried and pleaded, "Please don't kill me. I have elderly parents and children to support, and my wife is in poor health. The whole family depends on my salary. If I die, my parents and children will not survive."
The sharp dagger could easily slit his throat if it moved just a little closer.
Shen Qingbei coldly replied, "What do I care about your family's life or death? You can only blame yourself for choosing that job."
The man was instantly overwhelmed by despair.
He watched as Shen Qingbei's arm twitched, his face deathly pale as he choked out, "Please, spare me, please don't cut my throat..."
However, the pain I imagined did not come.
Only then did he dare to cautiously open his eyes.
Then, Shen Qingbei took a plaster mold and pressed it against his face to create a mold.
The man's breathing was blocked by the hard plaster.
Just as he was about to suffocate.
Shen Qingbei removed the finished plaster mold from his face.
The man stared in astonishment at the plaster cast of his own face in Shen Qingbei's hand.
What are you going to do?
Shen Qingbei's gaze darted back and forth between the mold in his hand and the man's face.
I didn't expect the level of detail to be so high.
It perfectly replicates the man's appearance.
He seemed quite satisfied with his masterpiece, and surprisingly, he answered the man.
"May I borrow your face?" He stopped looking at the man, got up, and walked straight out.
Even the dumbest man knows what this bandit is up to.
He was completely devastated.
He no longer cared about his own life or death, but his family was still outside.
He roared furiously, "You wouldn't be using this face to impersonate me and deceive my family, would you? Let me tell you, my family won't believe you. Don't even think about hurting my family. Come back here!"
Shen Qingbei ignored his roar.
With a thud.
The door that had just been opened closed again.
The cellar was plunged back into darkness in an instant.
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A black Maybach was parked on the side of the national highway not far from the cellar.
Shen Qingbei emerged from the cellar, carrying a plaster mold, and walked through the dark farmland, heading straight for the Maybach.
This place is far from the city; only farmers cultivate the land here, and everyone has gone home to rest at this time.
There were very few vehicles passing by on the national highway.
Its existence is naturally unnoticed by anyone.
He walked to the car, opened the door, and got in.
Before he could turn around, the deep voice of the middle-aged man in the back seat rang out.
"Is it cleaned up?"
Shen Qingbei said without turning his head, "They've already killed them and buried them."
Xie Shen, tall and imposing, sat motionless in the back seat, quietly observing Shen Qingbei's back.
After a while.
He said, "Wild grass can never be burned out; it will grow back in the spring breeze. Shen Qingbei, you must understand this principle. I don't want to see you ruin the plan again because of your soft heart."
Shen Qingbei suddenly turned around.
"Xie Shen, you're not my father, so stop lecturing me. Put away your know-it-all attitude. I don't want to listen to your nonsense."
"I'm not stupid. I know that if I keep him alive, he might escape and run back to inform us, which would ruin our plan. Don't worry, I understand this. Do you think I would spare his life?"
Xie Shen didn't know which sentence he heard that offended him.
His face was ashen: "You know that's good."
His gaze then fell upon the plaster mold in Shen Qingbei's hand.
"How's the expansion going?"
Shen Qingbei handed it to him: "You could say it looks exactly like the face of the person in the cellar."
Xie Shen reached out and took it from his hand: "I'll deliver it to that person. With his abilities, he can make a human skin mask as soon as possible, so you can disguise your identity and get close to Su Niannian sooner."
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Xie Shen returned from the suburbs and had just stepped into the villa's gate.
A pretty girl in her early twenties, dressed in business attire, walked towards him.
"Dad, you're back."
Xie Shen took off his coat and handed it to the servant who was waiting nearby.
"Yueyue, did you wait for me specifically for something?"
Xie Yue glanced at the maid: "You can go now."
The maid, understanding the situation, took the coat and left.
Xie Yue then frowned and said to Xie Shen, "Dad, what's wrong with Grandpa? He's so old and he has no interest in managing that wood carving shop anymore. Why is he still keeping it? I graduated with a related degree from abroad, and I've been back for so long, but he hasn't shown any intention of giving it to me."
Xie Shen interrupted her: "Let's talk in the study."
Xie Yue nodded.
The two then went upstairs one after the other.
I entered the study and just closed the door.
Xie Yue couldn't wait to ask, "Dad, what's going on? I've always been well-behaved and sensible since I was little, never fighting or grabbing. All I wanted was a wood carving studio, but Grandpa wouldn't give it to me?"
Xie Shen sat behind his desk and pinched the space between his eyebrows.
"Xie Yao is back alive."
Xie Yue's brain went blank.
It felt like he'd been hit by a heavy hammer; it took him a long time to process what his father had said.
Her eyes widened in disbelief: "Dad, Xie Yao didn't die? How is that possible? She was only three years old when she went missing, how could she have survived?"
Xie Shen shed his usual serious and upright image, his expression now completely cold and ruthless.
"How she survived is not important."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yue frowned and said, "How can it not be important? If she comes back, what about all my efforts over the years? What about all my sacrifices? I've been taking care of my grandfather while she, Xie Yao, has been enjoying all these years of happiness without contributing anything. She'll come back and reap the benefits without lifting a finger, negating all my previous efforts. What should belong to me will be taken by her. How can I accept that!"
Xie Shen took a deep breath and looked up at Xie Yue.
“Your grandfather is old and has been retired for many years, but he still wants to interfere in the board's decisions. I mentioned to him a long time ago that I should transfer that wood carving shop to your name, but I don't know what he's thinking, he just won't let go.”
Xie Yue clenched her fingers tightly: "Dad, do Grandpa and the others know that Xie Yao is still alive?"
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