Wang Yang showed me more documents to confirm his ideas.
There were ancient collections, modern briefings, and even some English newspapers.
With each document he showed me, he would explain it to me.
From the information he had collected so far, Sister Ying…
I don't know if I can still call her Sister Ying. If what Wang Yang said was true, then An Ying was older than my grandfather.
If my grandfather were still alive, he would probably have to call her Aunt.
It was indeed absurd and incredible, but the evidence presented to me kept reminding me that this was something that had actually happened.
That woman not only wouldn't die, but she also wouldn't age…
In simple terms, An Ying could live forever!
I felt like I must be going crazy; only a madman would have such a thought.
How could anyone in this world live forever?
If that were the case, how had An Ying spent the past hundred years?
Had no one discovered her secrets?
I didn't believe it. How could no one have discovered that such a person could live forever while living in this world?
The problem was that Wang Yang discovered such an astonishing secret?
Could it be that Wang Yang was more powerful than certain organizations?
For some reason, I suddenly felt like laughing, finding it somewhat comical.
But that smile vanished without a trace the moment I saw the tattoo on Wang Yang's shoulder.
If photos, scrolls, and documents could be faked, then the tattoo on Wang Yang's body couldn't be.
According to Wang Yang, this tattoo should belong to a mysterious organization, and An Ying was the mastermind behind it.
This organization was different from others; they were scattered across various places and didn't know each other, but they all shared a common point: they followed the rules passed down from their ancestors.
I tried to process all of this, but the more I thought about it, the more…
Taking a deep breath, I looked at Wang Yang and said, "Is there a possibility that Sister Ying… that is, An Ying, is just a descendant of the person in the painting, and therefore there was no amnesia? It's just that you didn't find out about her family situation?"
Wang Yang shook his head and said, "Impossible. When she came to Guangling, I followed her here. I knew her every move during that time, including how she impersonated the An family and took over the An Yuan Tang… I was clear about everything, but I never saw her interact with any so-called family members."
"Xiang Fei, think about it. If it were you, would you not contact your family for such a long time?"
I licked my dry lips and asked, "Perhaps all her family members have already passed away?"
Wang Yang chuckled and said, "People die for a reason, right? Did they die of illness or were they murdered? Even if they died, do you think it's possible to leave no trace of oneself in this world?"
"What you're talking about is too…" I took a deep breath, "too exaggerated. I can't accept it at all."
Wang Yang gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I expected you to be unable to accept this fact… I won't force you; after all, your encounter with An Ying was just a fleeting one."
Hearing him say that, I suddenly realized something: "You deliberately approached me before, just to investigate her?"
Wang Yang nodded, "Yes. I thought you would be a breakthrough, but after interacting with you for so long, I realized you knew nothing."
"Then why did you decide to tell me everything?" I asked.
Wang Yang shook his head helplessly, "I don't know… I just had a feeling that if I told you about this, I might get some clues."
I was slightly stunned and started to feel conflicted.
Should I tell him about the zisha teapot?
As I hesitated, Wang Yang stood up and poured me a cup of hot tea. "It hasn't been a wasted trip to Guangling since I made a friend like you…"
"You're leaving Guangling?" I realized something and asked.
Wang Yang nodded, "Since I can't find anything, I naturally have to continue looking for her."
"Do you know where she went?"
Wang Yang shook his head, "No, but I believe that by following the clues from the tattoo, I will definitely find her."
Seeing Wang Yang's persistence, I didn't know what to say for a moment.
In fact, I really wanted to ask him, since he already knew that An Ying had amnesia, even if he found her, he wouldn't be able to find out the whereabouts of his father and grandfather.
Besides, after so many years, neither his father nor his grandfather had returned, which made the situation quite clear. They were most likely…
I knew I shouldn't say these things; everyone had their own choices.
Suddenly, I felt like I was the same as Wang Yang. We were both working hard to uncover the truth about our ancestors. As for what awaited us in the future, no one could say for sure.
With that thought, I took a sip of tea and was about to tell him about the zisha teapot when my head suddenly felt dizzy.
I immediately realized there was something wrong with the tea, but before I could think further, my vision went black and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day. I slowly sat up in bed and found the room empty.
Everything in the room was gone. All the documents and photos had vanished.
When I went to the rooftop, I found a large iron barrel with signs of burning inside.
I couldn't understand what Wang Yang was doing.
Taking out my phone, I called Wang Yang, but the line was always busy.
At this moment, I had to accept one fact: Wang Yang was gone…
When I returned home, I felt very dejected, though I couldn't quite pinpoint why.
Hong Yunpeng came to see me in the afternoon and, seeing my state, asked what had happened.
I didn't know how to explain it, so I just said, "Wang Yang is gone."
"Gone? Where to?"
"He left Guangling."
"When did this guy leave? Why didn't he say anything?" Hong Yunpeng looked displeased. "We got acquainted, didn't we? He left without so much as a word?"
I slowly stood up and walked towards the second floor. Hong Yunpeng asked me what I was doing. I replied, "I'm a bit tired and want to sleep a bit more."
"Alright, you sleep. I'll go buy some groceries and make you a good meal tonight!"
Back in my room, I lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, my mind in a mess.
First, there were my father and Sui Hou Zhu's matters, which were already enough to deal with. Now, there was this immortal Sister Ying, plus Wang Yang…
What was all this?
I still found it hard to accept that Sister Ying could live forever. How could a person live forever?
I would rather believe it was a parting prank by Wang Yang than believe it was true…