Chapter 1243 The Returnee's Notes 317

Seeing that the ghost hadn't even touched Xie Ning before being tightly bound, Black Egg sat back down, calmly licking its paws, though its eyes were still fixed on Xie Ning's direction.

Soon, a few ashes flew up; they were burnt paper money. The ghost calmed down and walked step by step in a certain direction. After a while, it slowly faded away and disappeared.

Black Egg snapped out of his daze, looked down and rummaged through the bedside table. The little devil hiding underneath flinched, seemingly frightened.

Xie Ning picked up the porcelain bowl from the ground and said helplessly, "Black Egg, don't scare him."

This kid is a coward.

Wu Yaozu shrank back and glanced at Xie Ning. His body had indeed become much more solid, but his consciousness was still very shallow. He couldn't even remember some of the things he had unconsciously said back then.

Xie Ning brought him here this time to try his luck, just to send this kid home.

Seeing Xie Ning walk to the window, the little devil followed. He was a bit dazed and couldn't tell Xie Ning's emotions at all, only looking outside in the direction Xie Ning was looking.

There was nothing outside, only the wind swaying the branches, the faint chirping of birds, and the light rain pattering against the window.

Looking further into the distance, one sees layers upon layers of enormous mountain shadows.

In a daze, Wu Yaozu seemed to recall some scenes. It was also pitch black, with damp soil beneath him, and looking up, there seemed to be a person.

He heard crying.

Xie Ning stood aside, actually thinking about the old lady. She hadn't heard from her since they parted that day. If it weren't for some news from the young shopkeeper in Qing Shi Town, she would have rushed over out of worry.

Although she was relieved to learn that the old lady was safe for the time being, she felt much more at ease.

She diligently studied magic every day, but her understanding of incantations remained superficial. Firstly, there was very little knowledge about this subject in books, and secondly, she needed someone to guide her in learning such things.

Otherwise, it's easy to hurt yourself.

Then she talked to Ouyang Lin about this, and Ouyang Lin said that if you really want to completely solve it, you usually have to find the source of the curse.

Only by knowing where the curse came from can we break it through methods of restraint or unblocking.

Many of the methods for breaking curses that they know now were passed down from their predecessors.

She's not skilled enough yet.

Xie Ning pressed her hand against the glass, unable to touch the drizzle, but still able to feel the chill of spring.

The drizzle only gradually stopped when the first rays of sunlight peeked through the mountain gaps.

The sunrise over the small town is beautiful, tinged with a hint of orange-red, and in the hazy light, it resembles a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Amidst the scattered noise, the three boarded a motorcycle bound for the school in the mountains. There were small tricycles in the town, but they were difficult to use, so Wang Ze asked Teacher Gao to call a few familiar drivers to take them to the school.

Xie Ning sat in the car, holding onto the back of the car with one hand and stuffing the black egg into her backpack with the other. She had driven fast before, so she didn't feel much of a difference. At most, the road was uneven and the ride was a bit bumpy.

Wang Ze was different. He put his arm around the driver's waist and told him to slow down. He felt like he was flying in the sky. He had been so comfortable for too long that he had forgotten what it felt like to go to a remote place.

Even with motorcycles, they only go as far as the foot of the mountain and are not very willing to go up.

The driver had hinted that he could pay extra to go up the mountain, but Wang Ze really didn't want to, fearing that the 89-degree incline would kill him.

It took about two hours to walk from this mountain to the school where Teacher Gao works.

Wang Ze felt his legs trembling. He glanced at Teacher Gao, who was only sweating from the heat, and Xie Ning, who was calm and composed. He felt his face go numb.

I should have listened to my senior brother and practiced more.

Xie Ning had to drag him along the last stretch of the journey.

Teacher Gao laughed and said, "The path we're on is at least a road. Those kids who come to school don't even have a road."

From afar, they spotted the school that Teacher Gao had mentioned. There were only a few tiled houses, and a red flag was flying high in the open space in front of it, accompanied by the sound of a strong wind.

School has already started, and although Teacher Gao had to go out, he didn't give the children a holiday. Instead, he made them recite their lessons in the classroom.

He rarely makes the children do homework because some children have difficulty even buying a brand new notebook.

Hearing the children singing the national anthem, Xie Ning stopped and paid her respects to the red flag.

Seeing Xie Ning and Teacher Gao stand still, Wang Ze subconsciously stood still as well.

The tender voice drifted through the mountains, like the sound of spring.