"That's right! It's this!" Fatty exclaimed, pointing at the dried corpse on the ground. "No wonder you couldn't remember what happened in the desert. The real Young Master is here! You're a fake! Damn it, you've been deceiving us for so long! What are you up to?"

"Fine, Fatty! I'm the fake! Why don't you say that dried corpse is the fake! Huh? You're just jumping to conclusions and assuming I'm the fake, right?" I was furious. "Fine, fine, Fatty, I'm the fake, and Han Yu is the real one, alright! I confess, are you satisfied now? Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

I threw caution to the wind, figuring I couldn't reason with Fatty and the others. Might as well see what they wanted. If they were really stubborn and wanted to fight me to the death, then I'd just turn tail and run for my life. They wouldn't chase me down to kill me, would they?

Seeing me give up and stop struggling, Fatty seemed a bit at a loss. He held his knife in the air, unsure whether to strike or retract it, looking very hesitant.

At that moment, Jennifer, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, "Since we can't tell which of the two corpses is the Young Master and which is Han Yu, and there's no basis for judging the truth, why don't we spare the life of the 'Young Master' in front of us for now? He's right, he hasn't harmed us along the way. Maybe we'll find out the truth later, and it won't be too late to deal with him then."

I didn't expect that Jennifer would speak up for me and plead for mercy.

However, according to Jennifer's reasoning, it did make sense. Now, Fatty, Rou Yi, and I each had our own opinions, and none of us could convince the others. Trying to determine right from wrong wouldn't be something that could be discussed in a short time. It would be better to put the issue aside for now, which would be good for everyone.

Fatty now had absolute control. He thought about it and still felt that Jennifer made sense, so he stopped arguing with me about my identity.

But Fatty still suspiciously took away the weapons and tools I had placed on the ground, returning some of the less threatening items to me.

I said angrily and contemptuously, "What's wrong? So distrustful? Do you want to put handcuffs on me?"

Fatty's attitude towards me was also a bit strange. His tone was a bit cold as well. "No need for handcuffs, but if you're not honest and dare to act rashly, then your Fatty Grandpa will not be polite. I'm confident I can deal with you."

Seeing Fatty's contemptuous attitude, I was even more filled with anger.

Suddenly, I glanced at the two corpses in their strange poses, and a question suddenly appeared in my mind, which was also an issue that Fatty and the others had overlooked in their eagerness to verify my identity.

I pointed at the male dried corpse and asked Fatty, "Fatty, have you ever thought about why Han Yu would sneak up and kill this person from behind?"

Fatty was momentarily speechless.

Reminded by my words, Fatty squatted down again to observe the condition of the two dried corpses.

No matter how Fatty confirmed it, the cause of death of the male dried corpse was clear enough.

At the time, the female was holding a dagger, and taking advantage of his inattention, she stabbed the dagger straight into his back, the blade piercing his heart, killing him.

From my own perspective, the male dried corpse in front of me was definitely not me. If the female dried corpse was Han Yu, then perhaps one possibility was that Han Yu discovered that I was a fake and then caught this imposter off guard, ambushing him from behind. However, at the same time as Han Yu made his move, he himself unfortunately perished here as well.

And Fatty and the others had another idea, which was that among the two dried corpses, the female dried corpse was a fake Han Yu, while the male dried corpse was the real me, Zhao Chenguang himself. To understand it, it was a fake Han Yu killing the real Young Master. Analyzing it from the perspective that I was an imposter, this situation could also be considered valid.

Regardless of the truth, for me, the fact that Han Yu killed Zhao Chenguang was a certainty, whether it was the situation of the two dried corpses killing each other in front of me, or the various assassinations that Han Yu had carried out against me through the Z organization in the past two years.

My question sparked another heated discussion between me, Fatty, and Rou Yi, but the discussion about the truth of my identity, with each of us contributing our own opinions, never came to a conclusion.

In the end, we reached a consensus that regardless of whether my identity was real or fake, we should first find Han Yu and the meteorite, and then discuss the issue of my identity. Besides the entrance we had just come through, there was another exit in the room, which was also the only exit in the room.

Staying in the room all the time was not a solution. The future was unknown, and there were all sorts of eerie and terrifying monsters behind us. So, Fatty ordered everyone to leave from the exit. In order to keep me under his surveillance, Fatty had me hold the phosphorescent stick and walk in the front to lead the way.

I didn't refuse or resist. After all, I was under suspicion, and taking the initiative to shoulder some risky work would put everyone at ease.

The passage outside the room's exit was still a large slope, and the slope was much steeper than the passage we had just walked through. The four of us walked with great difficulty and made slow progress. Every step required a lot of effort, and later on, we were almost using both our hands and feet to move forward.

I felt that the further we went up, the closer we were to the direction that Han Yu and the others had gone deeper into, which meant that we were getting closer and closer to the meteorite.