"If the information Tao Zhenru gave him proved Peng Gao was indeed who he believed Peng Gao to be, then what should he do? Should they acknowledge each other as father and son?"
This question plagued Peng Tian.
He could indeed prove his identity by mentioning some childhood memories, but now, with his face being He Jian's and always being watched by ghosts, acknowledging each other might lead to the simultaneous deaths of father and son. This wasn't the outcome he wanted to see, nor did he absolutely want things to develop in this direction.
By the foot of the bed, a fishing line closely followed the ground as it gradually approached Peng Tian. Once the fishing line reached his feet, it slowly rose along his legs, but Peng Tian was completely unaware until the fishing line reached the back of his head. Then, the front end of the fishing line began to bend, as if turning into a needle, and the next second, the fishing line pierced into the back of Peng Tian's head.