Highly Intelligent Plastic Surgeon

My name is Guowei. I am not a plastic surgeon, I am a "face replacement". Anyone who needs to be someone else for a while, come to me. I made the target's face and put it on my own face to meet, negotiate, and carry thunder for them. One day, two hundred and fifty thousand. Four years, forty-six orders, zero misses. With this order, someone made me a dead person. The creditor put a gun to my head and said he had been told I would come. Anonymous text messages came one after another: Your dad is not your real dad. Your grandfather did not die of old age. The ledger is under your grandfather's coffin. I chased my grandpa to his old house and found that his surname was not Lu. He worked for a mysterious organization for thirty years, killed people, exchanged lives, and was finally killed. The four brothers and sisters of the Lu family - the one who makes testimony, the one who makes formulas, the one who makes intelligence, and the one who makes face, each hides a secret. That ledger has all their names on it. The ledger is under the ancestral hall. The key is in my dad's hand. He waited for seven years and did not dare to go in. I am the last face substitute of the Lu family.