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"Is there no clue left?" Yan Shuyuan lifted the quilt and stood up.

"Keep it, it's a pen."

As Ge Mingyi said, he took out a pen from the belongings he brought over.

When I saw that pen, my heart skipped a beat. The shape and breath of this pen are very similar to the brushes in the hands of our stele engravers and inheritors.

Even Zhang Wanmo and Yan Shuyuan gave me a tacit understanding.

"What's wrong?" Ge Mingyi also noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not right.

"It's okay, the food is here, let's go out and eat and talk." Just as Du Ai came back with the food at this time, Yan Shuyuan interrupted Ge Mingyi from continuing to ask, and walked out of the room first.

I followed closely behind, and when I passed by Ge Mingyi, I saw the appearance of the brush clearly again. The tip of the brush has been split, and it can be seen that it has been used for a long time, and there are still a few places on the body of the brush. blood.

Ge Mingyi also sat at the dining table, with the brush in his hand.

"Before my master died, he gave me this writing brush. At that time, I was only concerned about how to make my master a ghost cultivator. I hadn't thought about taking revenge on that ghost. Now that my master is gone, I must find it. , and let it be wiped out!"

I was slowly stuffing the food into my mouth, when I heard Ge Mingyi's words, I thought of one thing.

At that time, in order to allow Jiang Ke to reincarnate like a normal ghost, in a hurry, he agreed to the ghost messenger to catch the ghost who escaped from the eighteenth floor of hell.

The ghost messenger also said something, that thing has something to do with me?

Combined with the matter of Master Ge Mingyi, I guess, this ghost, like me, should be the inheritor of the stele engraver.

"I'm planning to go back to my grandfather's place." As for the engraving of steles, I only remember the craftsmanship of inheritance. If I want to know the identity of the inheritors of the past generations, I can only go back and ask my master You Sheng.

"No, Xiaoxing! How long has the school started? Let's just ask for one or two days off. Now you are planning to take a long vacation? Even if the principal agrees, I don't think the dean will agree." Zhang Wanmo said from the beginning From the surprise at the beginning, the head drooped at the back, and the voice became smaller and smaller.

When it comes to the dean, I think he may also be thinking of Jiang Ke.

Since Jiang Ke passed away, the dean of education has been even more displeased with us.

"Zhang Wanmo, are you still going to school?" Ge Mingyi took a mouthful of rice and raised his head, with a grain of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, going to school is fun!"

It seems that Ge Mingyi, like Zhang Wanmo, was taught by the elders in his family and never went to school.

"Then, can I go to school?" Ge Mingyi looked at Zhang Wanmo pitifully.

"This..." How could Zhang Wanmo be the master, he still relied on Yan Shuyuan to go to school, "It depends on Young Master Yan." He smiled embarrassingly.

"Going to school is a trivial matter." Yan Shuyuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and continued to say the following words, "Well, if Chen Xing goes back, you don't have to follow, the principal and dean will be handed over to you, please help us Fake, Ge Mingyi is with you."

It seems that Yan Shuyuan wanted Zhang Wanmo to bear all the anger of the dean.

"No way!" Zhang Wanmo wailed, staring at Yan Shuyuan in a daze, doubting his heartlessness.

"Amo~" On this end, Ge Mingyi began to act like a baby.

Although he is not very smart, he also knows that as long as Zhang Wanmo agrees, he can go to school just like us.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Wanmo surrendered helplessly, "Okay, I'll take care of it at the school, how long are you going to go?"

"I don't know." How would I know? It's unknown whether I can find my master when I go back.

"Then how long will I have to support you!" Although both Yan Shuyuan and Zhang Wanmo passed by halfway, the bottom teacher would not say anything.

The key is that I was admitted in a serious manner, and if I ask for leave one after another, no teacher will give me a good face.

I can now imagine Zhang Wanmo's anger when he faced the black face of teachers in various subjects.

"Thank you." Yan Shuyuan just patted Zhang Wanmo on the shoulder, and then asked Du Ai to deal with Ge Mingyi's admission.

Ge Mingyi was excited, while Zhang Wanmo was in pain.

Yan Shuyuan and I left the county after eating.

He didn't let Du Ai follow him this time, he drove the car by himself.

This time I didn't go back to my grandma's house, I just came back to run some errands, I didn't want to face Second Aunt and the others again, so I went directly to Third Uncle Liao's small yard with Yan Shuyuan.

Uncle Liao was still the same, either fishing or digging medicinal herbs.

I thought about it for a while, and I planned to let Yan Shuyuan wait for me at Uncle Liao's place. I went to the mountain alone, and went to see the small house where I received the inheritance.

Let's see if my master is there, although the possibility of being there is very small, but what if.

Yan Shuyuan disagreed at first, fearing that something might happen to me.

"Now that they have come to our territory, the villagers will monitor their every move if any foreigners come over, let alone hurt us juniors."

With my persistent insistence, Yan Shuyuan agreed.

When I walked this uphill road again, I felt a lot of emotions in my heart.

Every grave outside the house is a legacy.

I didn't enter the house until I reached the tombstone I carved myself and stood there for a while.

Although the room has been said to have been unoccupied for a long time, it is still clean, at most there is only some dust. It seems that my master has not come back.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a man in black standing beside the grave.

It was clearly the depths of winter now, but he was only wearing a thin pair of long-sleeved trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet.

His face was extremely pale, and his eyes were very bright. When I stared at me, I seemed to be stared at by an eagle.

"you are?"

I watched him take a step back and retreated to the door, and I was on 12 alert.

In this place, people from the village will not come up, which means that this person is not from the village, and it is not certain whether he is alive or not.

"Is You Sheng here?" With a gentle smile on his face, he asked like a friend my master hadn't seen for many years.

"No, what business do you want with him?"

"Passing by, I want to talk to him about the old days." After hearing my answer, he began to look around, looking nostalgic, and then walked to the grave I dug for myself, and picked up the piece of red cloth with his hands .

"What are you doing?" I thought he was going to take off the red cloth, so I took a step forward to stop him.

"Chen Xing, is that your name?"