In 2010, I was sad alone and sent away two people who were very important in my life, the woman I loved most in my life, and my respected master, Mr. Zang. Teacher Zang left me a lot of things, including many books. Some of these books are bamboo slips and paper, but the common feature is that no matter what carrier, these materials are contained in glass jars and soaked in some green liquid. Teacher Zang once told me that I should take them out with sheepskin gloves, and the time it was exposed to the air should not exceed twenty minutes, so I seemed particularly troublesome.

The most important thing is that after taking out these materials, I found that apart from some inconvenient techniques such as ghost hunting for ghosts, there are mostly some theory of gods and ghosts, which are just more detailed than books such as "Shan Hai Jing" and other books. I looked through these materials boredly, and there was no other feeling except for why these liquids did not soak in the paper, and it was very troublesome to read. So gradually I gave up reading these materials. I had never read at least half of the materials in the large wooden box where these glass bottles were placed.

2011 has a good start to work. I am no longer so busy. Looking at my empty and lonely room, I can't help but feel lonely. So I walked to the study. In the year after my lover Yan Zi left, I abide by the oath of keeping my soul for her and did not have a new girlfriend. These books became my best companions. Every night I hid in the study room and spread my whole body with my own tiredness before I stopped. I glanced at the books in several bookcases and read them more than once. Tonight I really didn't want to open these books with deep memories again. Bored, I sighed, but saw a large wooden box in the corner of the study room, which was the bottles and jars filled with information left by my master, Teacher Zang.

I found the sheepskin gloves. I thought I could only pass the time when I was bored. I picked up a glass jar, put on the sheepskin gloves, opened the lid of the jar, took out a book hidden inside. The green liquid rolled off the book with a sticky green. The book was extremely dry, as if it wasn't just taken out of the liquid. There was nothing left on the page, and the handwriting was not broken, just like the books I had read before.

I opened the paper and read it with the gentle but bright light of the desk lamp. But as I read it, I opened my eyes wide because it was completely different from the history I knew. Perhaps this is what I wanted to feel tonight. I am going to write down the history I saw. Of course, because the book is from classical Chinese, I turned it into plain language to tell you to all friends. It is mixed with my own feelings and some real historical materials, which were not mentioned in the book, but after reading it, one picture after another appeared in my mind, and I want to tell it. Whether you believe it or not, I will tell it.
Chapter completed!