"What exactly did your father and your grandfather do back then?"
When Hua Wenfeng asked that question, I answered him truthfully, almost without hesitation or pause.
"They hired someone to kill people..."
Hearing the answer, Hua Wenfeng fell silent instead.
After a long while, he asked again, "Who did your father and your grandfather hire someone to kill?"
"A family of four, and three other people..."
Hua Wenfeng fell silent again.
"Why did they hire someone to kill them?"
"Because I died..."
"What?"
"Because I died..."
"What do you mean?"
"Because I died..."
Hua Wenfeng seemed unable to understand. After another long silence, he asked, "You were sick back then, on the verge of death, and because your father and your grandfather were superstitious, they believed killing people could save your life. Is that right?"
"No... I was already dead..."
"Are you sure you really were dead back then?"
"I'm sure..."
"Then did your father and your grandfather really bring you back to life?"
"They did..."
Hua Wenfeng seemed to know nothing about Seven Deaths for a Life. After a long silence, he asked, "What kind of method is that? What's it called?"
"It's called Seven Deaths for a Life..."
"Can this method extend the life of someone who's still alive but about to die?"
"Yes..."
Hua Wenfeng drew a breath, and then I heard him pacing back and forth.
A little while later, I heard him speak again.
"Chen Mo, do you know the exact procedure for Seven Deaths for a Life?"
"I do..."
"Tell me!"
"It's like a clock..."
"What?"
"It's like a clock..."
Hua Wenfeng fell silent for another four or five seconds, then hurriedly asked, "And then?"
"When the second hand completes one full turn..."
"What?"
"When the second hand completes one full turn..."
Hua Wenfeng