If it hadn't been the work of three generations of the family, then the whole thing was downright bizarre.
After all, there couldn't possibly be anyone else in the world capable of using this technique. Without the Old Jiang Family bloodline to support it, the Control Talisman was out of the question. It wasn't as simple as drawing a talisman; without the family's unique bloodline and secret technique, it was completely impossible to plant one and leave the Old Jiang Family's unique mark.
If it wasn't one of them, who else could it be?
The few of them exchanged glances. Jiang Qiao suddenly asked, "Dad, could it have been Third Child?"
Old Man Yunhe pursed his lips. "That rascal hasn't even learned how to make a Control Talisman properly, and he hasn't figured out the technique. How could he pull this off?"
San Gou felt as if he'd taken ten thousand points of damage. "Grandpa, everyone says old folks dote on their youngest sons most. How come you're so hard on your youngest?"
The old man's youngest son was San Gou's father.
No matter how much of a little hellion San Gou was, he'd still imagined his father as a hero, a capable man. At the very least, he shouldn't be a total screwup, right?
Old Man Yunhe smiled. "Doggie, if your father had even a little of your ability, I'd be too busy doting on him to do anything else. His greatest achievement in life was having a son like you. And that's thanks to your little aunt, who didn't let you go astray. If you'd grown up learning from your father..."
There was no telling how badly he might have turned out.
But Old Man Yunhe left that part unsaid.
San Gou pursed his lips. "Grandpa, my dad's