An Jincheng froze for a moment.
"What do you mean? If I'm not An Zhenqi, who else could be?"
Wen Xishu said:
"Your grandfather's two favorite grandchildren are you, the youngest son in the family, and An Youxuan, the eldest."
"When you saw that the sacrifice had to be his most beloved blood relative, a possibility occurred to you-your older brother, An Youxuan, would be chosen as Grandfather's 'sacrifice.'"
An Jincheng no longer knew how to express his shock in words. Why did this man know even a secret like that?
Wen Xishu first answered one of An Jincheng's questions.
"For your grandfather, Scorpio's appearance was a miracle that offered a path to evolution."
"But you have a miracle of your own, too. That's me."
Wen Xishu continued:
"You don't possess the trait of greed at all. Your generosity was never reversed by this building, either. You pretend to be greedy, but in reality, you've always been generous."
In that barrage, in An Jincheng's memories, when he read the description of the sacrifice...
At that moment, the first person An Jincheng thought of was his older brother.
Those emotions flashed past, replaced by resolve, but Wen Xishu had captured all of it through Hundred Emotions Link.
It was also at that moment that Wen Xishu realized An Jincheng was no spoiled rich kid.
An Jincheng's entire persona was a disguise.
Now, Wen Xishu had fully pieced together the whole story:
One day, Ahn Young-jae encountered Scorpio. As long as he completed Scorpio's game, Ahn Young-jae could evolve, perhaps becoming as powerful as Jack, Tang Rui, and the others.
But this game required a sacrifice. It needed six people unrelated by blood who possessed traits of the seven sins as offerings, along with one blood relative-the person he found hardest to