The degree of similarity created by Danqing Duhun is at the same level as this projection.
Luo Yan asked again: "Let me ask you another question. If Hua Chao is really gone, and Dan Qing draws you an identical Hua Chao, but you don't know about it, and Hua Chao knows her identity, how do you think she will treat you?
Or to put it another way, if you were in that position, what would you do? "
Ying Wuji: “…”
Isn't this exactly the question I was asking?
He pondered for a while and came to a painful conclusion: "If it were me, I would probably pretend not to know and keep everything as usual."
This is too damn scary to even think about.
Dad is not your dad.
Mom is not your mom.
The wife is not your wife.
I am a person without a past at all.
This kind of severance of interpersonal relationships is more unacceptable than being treated as a substitute.
Luo Yan asked again: "If Danqing painted a person using the blood of everyone who knew this person, would this person be considered resurrected?"
Ying Wuji still shook his head: "That doesn't count, this person has no self..."
Luo Yan interrupted: "What if we add this person's own heart blood?"
Ying Wuji still shook his head: "But this person's body has already been buried..."
Luo Yan still interrupted: "Is Han Juan still Han Juan? In other words, if Danqing's painting method is not to use brush and ink, but to use the original flesh, bones, texture, and even consciousness of this person as raw materials, does it count as resurrection?"
Burnt.
The CPU is going to burn out.
The example of Han Juan is a bit annoying.
This kind of philosophical proposition always forces people to argue with it.
final.
Ying Wuji still found a way to argue: "So Danqing can use a person's own blood to paint a living person?"
This is the biggest logical flaw.
As long as Danqing can draw a living person, the original body is alive and kicking. Even if the person drawn is exactly the same as the original, he can definitely not be called a normal person.
Hearing this question, Luo Yan fell silent.
Hua Wanqiu couldn't help but look out the window.
Just when Ying Wuji thought he had won the argument.
Luo Yan suddenly spoke up: "According to all the information I have, in history, no painter has ever used a person's own blood to paint a living person."
Ying Wuji's heart skipped a beat: "Has he never drawn it before, or is he simply unable to draw it?"
Luo Yan shook his head: "There is no way to verify it! I'm afraid only Danqing himself knows it?"
Ying Wuji: “…”
This is indeed a bit scary.
If it is the former, then the "Underworld" of that year was probably not groundless.
The powerful man who mastered the Danqing Soul-Transferring Power back then might really have the ability to create order in the underworld.
But this kind of wrangling, although it sounds reasonable, is completely meaningless at the current stage.
At least there is no point in catching Danqing and slicing him for research.
Luo Yan continued, "But now Ji Sanxi already knows where he came from, but he thinks he is Ji Su. Anyway... you should be careful."
"Um!"
Ying Wuji was not very fond of Ji Su, and felt that even if this man came, he might not have any impact on him. He was more concerned about another matter.
He looked at Hua Wanqiu: "Miss! I know you have complicated feelings, but before the truth about Danqing Duhun comes out, I hope you won't regard yourself as Hua Chao's mother."
"I know! Don't worry, my husband and I have different opinions."
Hua Wanqiu quickly said: "I just want to see her and make her life easier. I won't hurt her!"
Ying Wuji nodded slightly, it would be best if it wasn’t like this.
But I still have to keep an eye on them to prevent them from saying the wrong thing.
He thought for a moment and asked again, "By the way! Which memory did you awaken from?"
"It's the memory of me... the time when Hua Chao's mother first brought her to Jiangcheng."
Hua Wanqiu looked somewhat painful when she said this.
"Um!"
Ying Wuji nodded, sighed in his heart, but didn't know what to say.
I remember Hua Chao said that when the mother and daughter first came to Jiangcheng, although they had not yet found their husband and father, that period of time was pretty good. At least every day was full of hope.
Just at this moment, the carriage stopped.
Ying Wuji jumped off the carriage and made a gesture of invitation: "The troupe hasn't closed yet at this time, and Hua Chao may not be back yet. You two can take a rest first."
"Thank you!"
The couple responded.
Hua Wanqiu got off the car first, turned around, held Luo Yan's forearm, and helped him down tremblingly. Under the leadership of Ying Wuji, they came to the main hall of the Prince Consort's Mansion.
Ying Wuji looked around and found that Hua Chao was indeed not at home.
He came to the main hall and sat opposite Luo Yan.
There was nothing personal to talk about, so they decided to talk about business. Luo Yan was about to set off for the new place, so there were some details that he could talk about at this time.
But Luo Yan seemed a little absent-minded.
His eyes wandered, glancing out the door from time to time.
A pair of skinny hands were clasped together, occasionally wiping the sweat from the palms with a towel.
I guess he was extremely nervous.
I don’t know if I have the feeling that the days are passing by so slowly.
A green light came on outside the door.
The night deepens.
Finally, a graceful figure appeared through the door.
"Flower morning!"
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