This private school teacher was still famous at that time, and he taught children to read in the mountains, and was also very respected and respected. Because there was only one teacher within a radius of dozens of miles, when he found the old patriarch, he told the other party about his experience, and the other party was very cautious.

When the private school teacher left the old patriarch, he also left with anxiety because after he finished speaking, the patriarch did not come to open the cauldron or something. He just gave him a bamboo slip with a few strange words engraved with a knife. The rest of the party told him to wait home and wait for peace of mind, and nothing else is needed, you will be fine.

The private school teacher returned to his home and placed the bamboo slices on the table. The more he looked, the more he became more uneasy. So he sealed all the doors and windows, and ran to a student's home to ask for a Guanyin, intending to worship it temporarily and pray for what effect it would do.

In a flash, a few hours passed, and time slowly approached midnight. The private school teacher sat on the chair and shivered. For some reason, he felt something happened tonight. Although the family was already armed like a iron wall, he was not at all relieved.

At this time, the wind suddenly blew outside the room. The private school teacher saw many black shadows outside through the window paper. He swallowed and plucked up and looked up. He found that someone was walking around in his yard. It was really someone walking, and it was not an illusion at all.

"Swish" The private school teacher picked up the bamboo slips from the table and hugged them in front of his chest. This was what the old patriarch told him. If he found something wrong, he would just pick up the bamboo slips and block them in front of his chest.

Suddenly, at this moment, he blinked his eyes and saw that there were more people in his family. The private school teacher was so scared that he sat on the ground. He also looked familiar with this person and knew that his friend's death was indeed related to their bizarre experience that night. The person who came in was the last one in the team that was on the shore of Duliu River, the ghost.

The private school teacher looked at the other person in horror. There was no shadow on the ground and his steps were floating. Even if he was so close, he could see the other person's pale face.

Just when the private school teacher was scared and at a loss, the figure suddenly looked down at the bamboo slips on his chest. What he didn't expect was that the other party turned around quietly and then his figure disappeared.

With a wave of his hand, he didn't take away a cloud.

Although the ghost had left, the private school teacher was frightened to the ground and did not move. It was not until dawn that he had difficulty getting up, and then rolled and crawled to the old patriarch's house and told him about what happened last night. The old patriarch told him that you are fine in the future, but remember one thing, it is best not to stay by the river at night. The private school teacher suddenly discovered that the strange words written by the patriarch to him had disappeared for some reason.

The description of the private school teacher ended here. Since then, he has never had any accidents. He has lived to die in his seventies. This experience has been recorded by him and has been preserved. He also wrote down the words on the bamboo slips with his own memory.

Behind this record are local chronicles, which are Sandu County, Duliujiang District. Some of the localities record local stories and legends, which talk about the vanishing texts and roughly introduced them, but only a few two articles are not very detailed.

"The bamboo slips should be written in the sacrificial text. The old patriarch seemed to know this kind of text. It was written for the ghost to see, so it put the private school teacher on it." Wang Jingzhe held a piece of paper in his hand, with a line of text written on it, with a total of seven words. This is the sacrificial text written by the private school teacher based on his memory.

Wang Jingzhe didn't know him either. In his eyes, it was like a ghost painting talisman, without any stroke. This kind of text is very different from oracle bone inscriptions and hieroglyphs. At least you can guess some of the first two characters based on imagination and reasoning. The accuracy rate is quite high, but you can't imagine the waste text at all.

Putting down the document, Wang Jingzhe leaned on the table with his arms in his arms and said, "It's quite interesting, but what's the point of showing me these things?"

"Haha..." Huang Jiulang patted his shoulder and showed a smile that made Wang Jingzhe very nauseous.

Sure enough, what he said below almost made Wang Jingzhe vomit in dissatisfaction.

"Please go and check out Duliujiang, there is someone to receive you."

Wang Jingzhe said in surprise: "Are you sick or am I crazy? Director Huang, do you understand, it's all my business? Another thing, you know that I just came back from the grassland and had already got Danqingya. Now I'm ready to refine the alchemy. I'm going to Duliujiang? I'm going to be a ghost, I don't have time, and I won't serve you."

After Wang Jingzhe finished speaking, he put down his arm and turned around and was about to open the door and go out. Huang Jiulang suddenly said, "What, sorry, I didn't tell you something in advance. Old Tang is not in China and he will go to Hong Kong Island. It will probably take a month or two to come back."

Wang Jingzhe suddenly turned around, frowned and asked, "Is Tang Hexiang here?"

Tang Hexiang of Xuanmen is the main force in alchemy. Let’s put it this way, Wang Jingzhe is responsible for logistics, and he is the actual operator, because Wang Jingzhe doesn’t know how to refine alchemy at all. Although Tang Hexiang is not a master of alchemy, he can boil Chinese medicine after all, knows the ratio and heat, etc. It is very practical to say that if this elixir recipe and herb are handed over to Wang Jingzhe for refining, it may all be refined, but Tang Hexiang has a 70% chance of success.

Huang Jiulang spread his hands and said frankly: "The main reason is that Lao Tang doesn't know when you will be back. He thought you would have been there for three to five months, so he couldn't wait for you in Beijing, right? As a master of traditional Chinese medicine, he is very busy. An important person on Hong Kong Island is seriously ill. There is no way, so he can only ask him to go there, so what you want to do may have to wait."

Wang Jingzhe gritted his teeth and said, "Then I would rather wait than go?"

"I am idle too..."
Chapter completed!