Chapter 43

Li Zhuiyuan held the black-covered book and waved it toward the fish pond.

Although he didn't know if it could "see," he had to fulfill the meaning.

Now, there were many things and miscellaneous thoughts on hand, and he had to handle them one by one.

"Brother Runsheng, come and take the things."

"Alright."

Runsheng walked over, carried everything on his back, weighed it, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The formation flags were one thing, but this set of corpse-salvaging utensils was his most beloved treasure. When he woke up today, he didn't even dare to think about this, and his heart ached whenever he thought about it.

"Little Yuan, where are they?"

"Went home."

"Then what about us now?"

"Also going home."

Returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight to the second floor and walked into his room.

Many books were neatly stacked on the desk. Li Zhuiyuan pulled one out from each of the six sets of books: "Records of Strange Tales in the Jianghu," "Records of Subduing Demons by the Righteous Path," "Detailed Explanation of Yin-Yang Physiognomy," "Theory of Fate Deduction," "Liu Family Qi-Watching Technique," and "Qin Family Dragon-Observing Method."

Then he looked for the blank space on the edge of the book pages, picked up a carving knife, and cut off a strip the width of a thumb, harvesting a total of six strips.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the black-covered book he had just obtained and also cut off a strip.

He found a piece of white paper, wrapped these seven strips in order, and found a black plastic bag to put the gold ingot in.

Carrying these things, he went downstairs and came to the east room.

Liu Yumei had just finished taking a bath and was sitting by the tea table, her silver-white hair damp.

Seeing the boy come, she pointed to the closed room and said: "A Li is taking a bath."

"Grandma Liu, I came to find you."

"Oh? Then make tea."

Li Zhuiyuan put the things down and began to make tea.

"Little Yuan, Grandma quite likes watching you make tea."

"It is my honor."

After the two of them each picked up their teacups and took a sip, Li Zhuiyuan put down the cup and took out the paper package:

"Grandma Liu, I know you are an expert in paper and cloth. I have some paper strips here. Could you help me take a look?"

Grandma Liu's biggest hobby in her daily life was designing clothes for A Li. She often saw her holding a brush to sketch. Although she was only drawing clothes, the details could reveal a unique charm, no less than the retired masters of the Fine Arts Academy in the family courtyard.

If there were no surprises, Liu Yi's painting skills should have been learned from her. Furthermore, A Li's painting foundation was equally profound.

Such masters of painting often had deep research into paper materials.

"Alright, let me see."

Li Zhuiyuan first took out two paper strips and placed them in front of Grandma Liu, originating from "Detailed Explanation of Yin-Yang Physiognomy" and "Theory of Fate Deduction."

Grandma Liu reached out and touched the two paper strips, asking: "Do you want to know what material and method were used, or do you want to know the era?"

"Era."

"I see you know a bit about antiques. Why, can't you tell the era of ancient books?"

"Grandma, you are joking. I just read a lot before, but I don't actually understand."

"That's true. Ancient books are a relatively small branch in the antique business."

Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.

"These two are from the Republic of China."

"Republic of China?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the characters written on them should be neat and small, suitable for recording and filling."

"Your eyes are sharp."

Li Zhuiyuan took out the paper strips of "Qin Family Dragon-Observing Method" and "Liu Family Qi-Watching Technique" and placed them up.

There were no characters on them, so he didn't worry about Grandma Liu seeing what books they were. Of course, even if the characters were cut along with them, he estimated she wouldn't be able to understand them.

These two books, the further they were written, the more freehand and difficult to read the characters became. Earlier, Li Zhuiyuan could still connect the context to guess what character it was. Towards the end, it was a bit like understanding the special symbols created by the writer after becoming familiar with them.

Of course, these difficult-to-read characters had deep meaning, and it could even be said that it was precisely because of these difficult-to-read characters that the value of this "pirated version" far exceeded the original.

Grandma Liu picked up these two pieces of paper, rubbed them lightly, and brought them to her nose to smell them, then put them down and said: "Ming or Qing Dynasty."

"So that's how it is."

"If you had brought the part with characters, I would have been able to tell a more specific era."

"Then shall I go get the books now?"

Grandma Liu shook her head: "No need."

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, seemingly having known this answer long ago.

Next, he placed the three paper strips of "Records of Strange Tales in the Jianghu," "Records of Subduing Demons by the Righteous Path," and the black-covered book.

Actually, the three books he mainly wanted to ask Grandma Liu to look at were these.

Li Zhuiyuan had been humble earlier; he could tell the approximate era of the previous four books.

But he had always been unable to figure out the era of Wei Zhengdao's books, only tentatively thinking they were from the Ming or Qing Dynasty based on the quality and preservation state of the books.

But now the problem came: the one in the fish pond was a person from the Six Dynasties period, nearly 1,500 years ago.

The black-covered book it gave him had handwriting identical to Wei Zhengdao's.

Whether the handwriting in the book was written by the person himself or deliberately imitated by later generations when copying, Li Zhuiyuan could distinguish.

Because whether it was "Records of Strange Tales in the Jianghu" or "Records of Subduing Demons by the Righteous Path," between the lines, there was a kind of "self-feeling good" revealed.

On this point, it was also present on the black-covered book.

This meant that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao's books in his hands were not hand-copied versions by later generations, but the original versions.

But if the time span was suddenly pulled to 1,500 years ago, then the preservation degree of these original books was too amazing.

Grandma Liu initially just glanced at these three paper strips casually, then her expression froze, and she immediately reached out to grab the three paper strips and asked:

"What books are these from?"

Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Do you really want me to answer?"

"Forget it, no need to answer." Grandma Liu let go, and the three paper strips fell slowly. She picked up the teapot again and, ignoring the heat, washed her hands with hot tea.

Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously: "Grandma, what era is the paper of these three strips from?"

"Heh, this is not paper."

"Then it is..."

"It is human skin."

Li Zhuiyuan blinked: "Human skin?"

"Have you heard of human skin papermaking?"

"No."

"It's right that you haven't. As long as you are willing to pay enough price, there are many ways to pursue the long-term preservation of books. Using human skin as raw material is the most time-consuming, laborious, and thankless. Only some special paths will use human skin paper to write things."

"I understand."

"Do you really understand? Then do you know which era these three human skin papers are from?"

"After the Eastern Han Dynasty, before the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"

"I can give you a most specific era."

"You say."

"Southern Liang."

"Grandma, please tell me more specifically."

"Emperor Wu of Liang, Xiao Yan, once used 3,000 human skins to make paper, transcribing Buddhist scriptures to seek the true Buddha.

However, before this batch of paper could be used much, Hou Jing rebelled, and this batch of paper flowed out of the palace, known as Buddha Skin Paper.

These three books of yours are written with this Buddha Skin Paper."

"Using human skin to make paper, isn't he famous for believing in Buddhism?"

"What's so strange about that? Emperors worshiping Buddha and seeking the Dao—where is that for the sake of compassion and saving all living beings? It's nothing more than wanting to seek longevity to continue enjoying wealth and glory.

Isn't the Daoist emperor of the Ming Dynasty the same?

This kind of emperor doesn't love the country or the beauty, only themselves, and they are selfish to the bone.

So, how could they really care about human life?"

"I have been taught."

"This book, this paper, if preserved well, is a real antique. It seems your great-grandfather really hid quite a few good things in the basement."

"Did you know early on that there were books in Great-grandfather's basement?"

"He said it himself. During the 'Destroy the Four Olds' period, several groups of people deposited them with him, all saying that someone would come to take them later. But until now, no one has come to take them away."

"What kind of people deposited them?"

"I haven't even looked at those books, how could I know who they were? Besides, I'm old-sighted now, so I'm not suitable for reading."

"That's a pity. I think a few books are quite interesting."

"Wait until A Li's illness is cured, you can read them to Grandma."

"I can't read them out. You still have to look at them yourself."

"Do you have anything else?"

"Yes." Li Zhuiyuan opened the black plastic bag, took out the gold ingot, and placed it in front of Grandma Liu.

"You kid, did you go to be a water monkey?"

"No, I wouldn't dare."

"This is underworld gold, used for burial."

"It is gold."

"Why, do you want to exchange it for money here?"

"Yes."

"Hehehe." Grandma Liu covered her mouth and laughed. "You kid, are you treating Grandma here as a pawnshop?"

"Reasonable trade, not involving anything else."

Mainly, it only left one gold ingot. This was the money for renting the land and planting the trees. Giving it directly to Great-grandfather was not easy to explain, and taking it to exchange for money was also troublesome.

After all, Great-grandfather only needed to go to the village to pay and sign, while Li Zhuiyuan had many things to consider.

"Alright, how heavy is this?"

"No scale."

Grandma Liu picked up the gold ingot, weighed it in her hand, and asked: "Calculate it for you based on the current gold price?"

"Alright. But this is a complete gold ingot."

"Heh, you kid, Grandma will add ten percent for you."

"Thank you, Grandma."

This was also the benefit of exchanging at Grandma Liu's place. If you went to a shop outside and cut it open, the appearance would be ruined.

"A Ting."

"Coming." Liu Yi walked out of the kitchen, lowered her head to Grandma Liu's ear to listen to the instructions, then nodded, "Alright, I'll go to the bank now."

Grandma Liu looked at Li Zhuiyuan and said: "You can have it tonight."

"Alright, Grandma."

"You haven't explained clearly what happened last night."

"It's not easy to explain clearly, but it's resolved in the end."

"That's good." Grandma Liu turned slightly and looked at the boy. "Your complexion is not good."

"Maybe I didn't rest well."

"No, it's like sleeping too much. You should be more mindful. Sleeping too much is not good for people; it's easy to get muddled and unable to distinguish reality from dreams."

At this time, the door of the east room opened, and A Li stood at the door.

Some ancient words are always felt to be exaggerated, but when you really see them in reality, you will find that the description is so appropriate, such as that phrase "natural and unadorned."

Accustomed to seeing A Li dressed up, she looked exceptionally beautiful and exquisite just coming out of the bath.

A smile appeared on Li Zhuiyuan's face. With her here, how could he not distinguish between dreams and reality?

Grandma Liu said abruptly: "When I was young, I was as beautiful as A Li."

Li Zhuiyuan replied: "Did Grandpa fall for you when you were ten?"

"Kid, asking for a beating." Grandma Liu reached out to pat Li Zhuiyuan, but Li Zhuiyuan dodged.

A Li walked over, and Grandma Liu stood up, preparing to help her granddaughter dress and groom.

Who knew, her granddaughter followed the boy directly into the main house and went upstairs.

For a moment, Grandma Liu was a bit embarrassed, but since she was already standing, she simply stretched.

"Yo, exercising in the middle of the night?"

Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin pushed the empty cart back. They had just gone together to deliver tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks.

Grandma Liu: "Old arms and old legs, need to move more."

"Need to move more. The mule at home is sick, I feel really tired after one trip." Li Sanjiang walked to the chair and sat down, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He needed to slow down.

Tan Wenbin asked: "Has Little Yuan returned?"

"Returned, just went upstairs."

"Alright, Grandma."

Tan Wenbin didn't go upstairs to find Little Yuan, but ran to the workshop.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he smelled a rich meaty aroma.

"Yo, Runsheng, you are not kind, actually secretly roasting meat to eat here."

Saying this, he reached out and picked up a piece from the stove, not even blowing on it before putting it directly into his mouth.

"Huhu... so hot... so hot!"

Runsheng: "..."

"Crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pig skin? Why not prepare some dipping sauce? If there's no chili, some salt would do."

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious, the meat quality is quite fresh."

"Then do you want some more?"

"Nonsense, of course."

"Come, which piece do you want to eat? I'll cut it for you."

Runsheng laid out the two sets of skin clothes on the case, "lifelike."

He was just following Little Yuan's instructions to destroy them. Who knew Tan Wenbin would eat them as soon as he came in? He didn't even have time to warn him.

Tan Wenbin saw the thin two people lying on the case.

His expression was dull for a full half-minute, but his mouth was still numbly chewing.

Finally, he lowered his head, spat out the thing in his mouth, and clutched his own neck:

"Ugh!!!"

"The toilet is right next door, go vomit there."

Binbin remained unmoved, squatting on the ground and continuing to retch.

Runsheng didn't want him to dirty the place, so he simply lifted Binbin up and sent him into the toilet, letting him lean on the dragon chair and vomit loudly.

After returning to the workshop, Runsheng cut up all the remaining skin clothes and then put them into the furnace in batches.

Destruction was destruction, but the furnace had to be cleaned afterward, otherwise it would be covered in oil inside.

A pale Tan Wenbin returned. He looked at the empty case and asked: "I was hallucinating just now, right?"

"Nothing much, just dirty meat."

"No, are you really eating this stuff?"

Runsheng shook his head: "I don't eat it."

"Hu..." Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.

"This meat isn't dirty enough, not marinated well."

Tan Wenbin sat down limply, reached out and scratched his hair, saying: "I always feel like you are deceiving me."

"Deceiving you about what?"

"From beginning to end, it seems like a situational drama. I get thrown aside at critical moments. I haven't seen a dead person that can move by itself until now."

"Just treat it as if we are deceiving you."

"But it doesn't seem like it. Little Yuan wouldn't deceive me with this kind of thing."

Runsheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin's forehead, asking with concern: "Did you get food poisoning?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head aggrievedly. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan answer math problems synchronously while listening to him read them. For a prospective high school senior, this scene was even more magical than seeing a moving dead person. "Runsheng, can you tell me what happened last night now? Little Yuan told me to come and ask you."

Runsheng nodded and told him about what happened last night and today.

After listening, Tan Wenbin's face became even whiter.

"So, the two water monkeys I met today were actually possessed by the dead?"

"Do you still need to ask? You just ate the skin into your mouth."

"Don't mention that matter, I've already forgotten it."

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, nothing." Tan Wenbin stood up tremblingly and walked out with staggering steps.

"Where are you going?"

"Going to the small shop to make a phone call and tell my dad to come pick me up and take me home."

Tan Wenbin walked to the dam and squatted down. He took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his mouth, but he struck the match many times without being able to strike a spark.

He was just joking earlier. How could he call his dad to pick him up and take him away? He hadn't seen a dead person this time, so there would always be a chance next time.

This feeling was like someone who likes spicy food but can't eat it—it's very painful and uncomfortable, but they can't help wanting to continue trying.

"Crack!"

It lit. Tan Wenbin immediately lowered his head and leaned over to light it.

A roaring sound came, and a police three-wheeled motorcycle drove onto the dam.

Tan Wenbin looked up with the cigarette in his mouth and met Tan Yunlong's gaze.

"Plop."

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Tan Yunlong got off the police car, walked over, and gave him a kick of fatherly love.

"Bang!"

Tan Wenbin was kicked over to the ground. The dam was flat, and he rolled several times.

"I put you here, and you're here smoking? I see you don't understand any rules at all!"

Tan Wenbin retorted: "Dad, aren't you also using the public vehicle for private business?"

"Heh." Tan Yunlong began to undo his belt.

"What's wrong, what's wrong." Li Sanjiang walked out and pulled Tan Yunlong back. "Don't always use your hands on the child. What if you break him?"

"Grandpa, this guy was just squatting here smoking!"

"Eh, I was the one who pulled it for the child, just teasing him. The child doesn't know how to smoke at all. If you want to hit, hit me."

"Grandpa, you can't protect him like this. If a child is too spoiled, he won't learn well."

"I spoil my Little Yuan Hou, and I think he's quite good."

"Can that be the same?"

"They are all children, what's the difference?"

"I dream of there being a difference."

"Come, sit, stay for dinner tonight."

"No, Grandpa, I'm here on official business. There's an opera troupe that had a car accident in Pingchao Town at noon. The car crashed through the guardrail and fell into the river when crossing the bridge."

"Which opera troupe?"

"They were still performing in Siyuan Village yesterday."

"Oh, this one. People, how are the people?"

"They all died."

"Hiss... how could this happen."

"It was just a simple car accident, but too many people died, so I came here to follow routine procedure and ask around. Did anything happen during the performance yesterday, like quarreling or fighting leading to conflict?"

"No, nothing. They performed quite well yesterday. I guess they performed all night without closing their eyes and were driving while fatigued."

"Um, these people have special identities. They are an opera troupe from another province."

"I guess work is hard to find in other provinces, so they came here to look for work. Sigh, what a pity."

"Alright, that's it then, Grandpa. Binbin is here, sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble. This child is very good, very nice, and even helps me do work. Actually, the child's character is very good, I can tell."

"It's just that his academic performance is not good. He doesn't put his mind on his homework and only thinks about playing all day."

"Aren't all children like that? My Little Yuan Hou is the same, playful, and has no mind for studying."

Tan Yunlong: "..."

"Grandpa, do you not know Little Yuan's study situation?"

"Isn't it because of your help? Otherwise, I would still be worried about whether he has school to attend."

"Little Yuan didn't tell you?"

"He said you helped arrange it."

"This is what I should do. Nine-year compulsory education, how could I let a child have no school to attend."

Since the old man didn't know, Tan Yunlong wouldn't meddle and explain.

"Still, stay for dinner."

"No, no, I'm leaving."

After Tan Yunlong said goodbye to Li Sanjiang, he got on the motorcycle and left.

Tan Wenbin climbed up from the ground after seeing his old man leave and patted the dust off his body.

Li Sanjiang pulled out a cigarette and handed it over: "Still dare to smoke?"

"What's there not to dare!"

"Pop!"

Li Sanjiang rewarded Tan Wenbin with a heavy flick to the head.

Tan Wenbin clutched his head and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, what are you doing."

"Don't hold a grudge against your dad. Your dad is also doing it for your own good. When you grow up, your dad will give you cigarettes in the future."

"Heh..." Tan Wenbin thought of this scene, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily. "That would be great."

"Next time, when your dad hands you a cigarette for the first time, you won't be able to laugh."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't rush to look at that book, but sat in the room playing chess with A Li.

Playing game after game, and losing game after game, the boy enjoyed this process very much, which helped calm his irritable emotions.

He knew he had a bad habit of always thinking too much, but in front of the girl, he would be very quiet.

Liu Yi came up and knocked on the door. Li Zhuiyuan walked out and took a bag she handed over, which contained money.

"Thank you, Liu Yi."

"Come down for dinner."

"Alright."

Because Liu Yi went to the bank, dinner was relatively simple—noodles and two kinds of toppings, but it was also very delicious.

"Heh, I said Zhuangzhuang, why do you have no appetite tonight?"

"Ate too much at noon."

"I thought your dad kicked your stomach broken."

"Not to that extent, his foot is very accurate."

"Zhuangzhuang, will you be a policeman in the future?"

"I won't."

"Being a policeman is so good."

"My grandfather said, just being a policeman is quite good, if there weren't the two words 'people' in front. With these two words, it's much more tiring, and the burden is much heavier."

"That is the old man's wisdom."

"Uh, are you talking about my grandfather?"

"He is also your grandfather."

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked: "Little Yuan, what university are you preparing to apply for?"

"Haihe University."

"Alright, then I'll apply for that one too, and we'll go to school to report together."

"Plop!"

Li Sanjiang used the end of his chopsticks to tap Tan Wenbin's head:

"What kind of fart talk is that? You and our Little Yuan Hou go to report together, how many years of grade would you have to repeat!"

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that A Li's action of eating noodles became very natural, and she no longer pursued the uniformity of length every time.

After she finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Do you want more?"

A Li shook her head.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the handkerchief, and she took the initiative to lean forward.

After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and wiped his own as well.

Seeing the girl staring at the handkerchief, the boy deliberately put it in his pocket.

The girl seemed to pout.

After the meal, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed A Li back to the room to sleep. When returning to the main house, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sitting in front of the TV, with rattan strips and wooden strips in front of them, doing paper-cutting while watching TV.

Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin's movements were very skilled. Those who didn't know would think his family was also an ancestral paper-cutting shop.

"Brother Binbin."

"Yes, Brother Little Yuan."

"Don't you read books and do homework?"

"I brought my homework. I wrote the essay myself. As for the others, before I go back, you help me write them."

"If you do this, your parents won't let you come again in the future."

"Don't worry, the worse my grades are, the more they will put me here."

"Makes sense."

"Hehe, after all, tying me to the Confucian Temple is not as effective as throwing me here."

"Haihe University, is it hard to get into?"

"Brother Little Yuan, are you reminding me to study hard?"

"Just asking."

"You don't know?"

"Don't know."

"Oh right, domestic universities all look the same in your eyes. With my current grades, the success rate of getting into Haihe University is as high as the probability that every household will have a color TV in the future."

"Then you should be able to get in. A brother of mine said so."

Arriving on the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began to practice horse stance while breathing.

After practicing, he went to take a bath and then returned to the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held the black-covered book in his hand.

He knew he would definitely learn it.

Because he was young now, according to what Grandma Liu said, practicing hard kung fu before his bones were fully grown wasn't appropriate, but he couldn't accept his own powerlessness when encountering crises time and time again.

Although the crises he had encountered recently were a bit outrageous—clearly Zhao Kuo reading books at home, but meeting Bai Qi as soon as he went out.

But... he had to learn some non-physical means to directly face the dead.

It handed this book to him; it was an open conspiracy.

Only, the final result might not be what it wanted to see.

Putting the book under the pillow, Li Zhuiyuan got off the bed and stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at himself in the mirror.

A strange feeling?

But when I looked at myself in the mirror a long time ago, I felt very strange.

Dirtying and twisting emotions?

I also wish I had emotions for it to pollute.

You say I am like Wei Zhengdao, then is there a possibility...

Li Zhuiyuan placed his hand on the mirror. The self in the mirror gradually became blurred, seemingly becoming another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan's own imagination.

"Wei Zhengdao, do you have the same illness as me and Li Lan?"

Sleeping early and waking up early, waking up, the sky was not yet bright. Turning his head to look, it was not yet the time for the girl to come.

After getting up and washing, he picked up the black-covered book and walked to the balcony, seeing the door of the east room opened, and A Li in a white top and horse-face skirt walked out.

She looked up and looked at the boy standing upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved at her.

Although the sky was not yet bright, his sun had already risen.

The girl sat beside him, and Li Zhuiyuan began to officially read this black-covered book.

Familiar handwriting, familiar self-feeling good.

It seemed that because it was something written for a friend, this feeling was heavier, with a kind of joy in sharing one's good things with a good friend.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that it might have hated the wrong person.

Wei Zhengdao might have really taught him this method purely, but some methods are not suitable for everyone.

After reading on, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed this conjecture of his.

Chapter One: Underworld Control.

Chapter Two: Consciousness Integration.

Chapter Three: Guiding Cognition.

Chapter Four: Completing Manipulation.

This book is not thick, and the content is not much. It only talks about methods. To learn it, you only need to follow the pattern.

But the difficulty is very great. Just controlling the underworld is not something everyone can master.

Looking at it this way, that one is really a genius. It actually really learned it and controlled so many dead.

Another thing is, this book is very insidious.

It treats the dead as a kind of "animal," achieves contact through the underworld, then performs consciousness integration, reads the memories of its life, and finally, like hypnosis and deception, performs behavioral inducement and manipulation on it.

It is very much like... animal taming.

Perhaps, in proper books, one has to hold a stance and write repeatedly "exterminated by the righteous path."

But in the notes given to friends, it lets go and reveals its true thoughts.

Wei Zhengdao, oh Wei Zhengdao, you could even think of this method. What kind of righteous path is this?

For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step is not difficult, and the third and fourth steps are also not difficult. He can already control the underworld, and he also knows hypnosis and inducement. After all, he also has rich experience of being studied by psychologists.

It is just this second step; he currently has no clue.

Wei Zhengdao's description is mysterious and profound. Li Zhuiyuan has to try to "translate" it into modern meaning to understand it.

It is very much like a frequency, similar to that of a radio, requiring oneself and the dead to form a kind of resonance.

Can it be understood this way?

Then how to regulate this frequency?

Li Zhuiyuan leaned back, rested on the rattan chair, covered his face with the book, and closed his eyes.

He wanted to find a feeling, first seeking a state of being half-asleep and half-awake, and go into the underworld.

Beside him, the girl saw the boy lying down and also lay down together.

In the morning light, the boy and girl lay side by side on the leaning rattan chairs, only the girl was lying on her side, looking at the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling. It seemed that the underworld trip was successful. He slowly opened his eyes, but everything around was foggy, and he couldn't see anything.

According to the content of the book, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to manipulate his consciousness image to tremble. This is what he understood as... frequency.

In reality, the boy lying on the rattan chair began to have his eyelashes jump rapidly.

A Li noticed it. She reached out wanting to stroke it, but her hand retracted halfway, and immediately, she also closed her eyes.

The foggy surroundings didn't change in the slightest.

Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a big problem, that is, without even a test subject, what was he testing here?

But what could be done? Should he call Brother Runsheng to go out together to tie up a dead person and bring it back for his experiment?

But just at this moment, the surrounding images began to accelerate and tremble, as if some powerful wave band was actively responding to him.

The fog in front of him began to recede, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a girl sitting in the center of the darkness, hugging her knees.

Uh,

Is this,

Sensing A Li?

(End of chapter)