Of course, Yu Chen did not expect these subsequent events.

In his plan, he used a paper figurine that looked like Mr. Zhao to obtain the script from the very beginning.

—— Even if they were discovered, they would not dare to act rashly when they saw Mr. Zhao "returning to his soul at midnight". Yu Chen could also take the opportunity to leave with the storybook. But he didn't want to make a mistake, and he would be in trouble.

Later, Mr. Zhao's reputation was fulfilled.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Yu Chen took the box containing the storybook in the corner street, put away the paper figurines, and left quickly.

The night is rushing and people are busy.

In less than half an hour, we arrived at Qingfeng Mausoleum.

——It should be said that this innate body is really useful. On weekdays, if Yu Chen had to rush back to Qingfengling from the overpass, it would take at least more than an hour, and he would be panting from exhaustion.

But now, even if I hold a wooden box in my hand and avoid people, I can still walk as fast as I can without taking a breath.

Sit down in the earthen house and close the doors and windows.

Yu Chen took out the wooden box and opened one of the books out of curiosity.

Without even looking at it twice, I just felt my heart was getting hot, so I quickly closed it and stuffed it into the box.

I thought that Mr. Zhao seemed old-fashioned and strict, but the plots and gestures in the storybook he read were something that Yu Chen had rarely seen in his two lifetimes...

It’s no wonder that even if he rides a crane to the west, he still won’t die in peace.

If these things were really spread, Mr. Zhao's reputation would be ruined for his entire life.

After hurriedly glancing at the two or three books in front of him, Yu Chen couldn't bear it anymore and quickly opened the Book of Humanities.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed and all the scripts in the wooden box were absorbed into it.

When I looked again, by the Huangquan River, a ghostly figure bowed, stepped into the Huangquan, and disappeared.

A hint of disappointment arose in Yu Chen's heart.

One is because Mr. Zhao was a highly respected man, but he just passed away.

The second reason is that all these fragrant storybooks were taken away, which is a pity for these high-quality collections.

Shaking his head, Yu Chen suppressed his chaotic thoughts and prepared to deal with the wooden box.

But suddenly, I caught a glimpse of something that looked like a booklet at the bottom of the wooden box.

My heart was stunned.

Could it be that Mr. Zhao heard his inner murmur and deliberately kept a copy?

Thinking of this, Yu Chen opened the book and took a look.

But I was a little disappointed to find that this was not the heart-pounding and erotic storybook.

To be precise, it is a notebook.

In the words of my previous life, it is a diary.

It was Mr. Zhao who personally wrote down the trivial details of ordinary days.

Most of them are ordinary daily routines that Mr. Zhao jotted down when he was young.

For example, he encountered big and small things when he was the boss, such as the naughty children he met when he was a teacher at a public school.

These things were things that Yu Chen had never seen before in the revolving lantern of reading the human scriptures.

——The revolving lantern painting is mostly memory fragments, outlining the life of the deceased. The last wish is very clear. But for the rest, it is just a rough outline and lacks many details.

After all, it is unrealistic to watch someone's entire life span decades in just half an hour.

Looking through Mr. Zhao's diary, Yu Chen was just curious.

But I didn't expect to see records about myself in it.

[Under the dry bridge, I met the son of the Yu family, called Yu Chen, and I couldn't help but sigh - it's so sad that the descendants of such a lofty ideals are reduced to wandering on the streets!]

[I met him again when I was traveling today. Like his father, he refused to beg even if his face turned pale from hunger. I couldn't bear it, so I bought food and clothing for him. When the Yus and his wife were alive, I was a poor master, and I spoke lightly.

I couldn’t help you, but now that I’ve seen it, I can no longer ignore it.】

…

There are seven or eight chapters in total.

They all write about every contact between Mr. Zhao and Yu Chen.

Yu Chen even saw in the end that he was able to serve as a gravekeeper at Qingfengling Mausoleum because Mr. Zhao secretly managed the relationship and finally made it possible.

Stunned.

Yu Chen never expected that Mr. Zhao's kindness to him was not out of pure pity, but because of...his parents?

According to the diary of Mr. Zhao, the former boss, his parents were not death row prisoners for heinous crimes, but... patriots?

As the name suggests, people with lofty ideals are people with lofty ideals.

How did those two ambitious people become the souls of the executioner?

After a long silence, Yu Chen closed Mr. Zhao's diary and placed it under the wooden bed.

He unfolded the Book of Saviors, and the last wish of "a clear reputation in the world" disappeared and was replaced by another line of words.

[Ninth-grade mortal wishes come true, ninth-grade mortal souls are saved, and the treasure "Senluo Ghost Face" is given]

When the gray words flickered, a dark object flew out of the Sutra of Saving People and landed firmly in Yu Chen's hand.

But what I saw was a jet-black face mask. The material was neither gold nor wood, but more like some kind of leather. On top of the mask, black ink was the base and cinnabar was outlined. The expression seemed to be crying, laughing, happy, or resentful.

Just looking at it, Yu Chen felt a sense of gloom.

When he got the facial makeup, an inexplicable realization echoed in Yu Chen's ears.

[Senluo is the myriad phenomena that cover the face, hiding sounds, breathing, appearance, and energy. They are invisible to the naked eye and difficult to see with the heavenly eye! 】

In layman's terms, it is a mask used to cover up one's aura. Once worn, it can cover one's figure and hide one's aura. It is really a rare treasure for murderers and arsonists!

Yu Chen rubbed the cold leather texture of the mask and put it on his face without hesitation.

In an instant, when his skin and the leather came into contact with each other, a cool feeling passed through them, and they fit perfectly.

At the same time, dense fog poured out from under the mask, turning into a robe and completely wrapping Yu Chen's figure!

Although there was no mirror, Yu Chen could not fully see his own appearance.

But with his peripheral vision, he could feel that his entire body was shrouded in a pitch-black robe, not revealing even a single bit.

——With this look, no one else, not even Yu Chen, would be able to recognize him.

Then, with a thought in his mind, the big robe turned into thick mist again and disappeared into the Senluo facial makeup. Then the facial makeup was like running water, soaking into the skin and no longer detectable.

Yu Chen understood clearly in his mind that there were two states of this Senluo mask. One was the ghostly face, which completely concealed the figure and aura.

Secondly, as it is now, the facial makeup has sunk into the flesh and blood and is not visible, but it can also completely hide the surge of Qi and blood in Yu Chen's Xiantian realm.

nice one!

Get whatever you need!

Yu Chen took a deep breath and felt happy!

You must know that although his body has entered the innate state due to bone forging and body tempering, he still has to be cautious in his daily actions and dare not make the slightest move.

Because he is a criminal, he cannot study or practice martial arts. Once someone discovers his innate body, it will definitely be a disaster.

But with this Senluo mask, it will be much easier to meet those whose last wishes need to be revealed in the future.

With this in mind, Yu Chen put away the Sutra of Saving People, and felt hungry in his stomach.

This is the effect of the innate state. Both the amount of food and the number of meals are far greater than Yu Chen's before.

He got up, lit a fire and cooked some food. After a good meal, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!