(Four)
"What is he doing, mmm!" Cui Yongle exclaimed, but Zhou Ziqiu immediately covered his mouth, shaking his head warily at Cui Yongle. "Shh!"
"This student looks a bit unfamiliar."
The teacher on the stage smiled; she was very pretty and had a gentle voice.
Wen Su smiled and said, "I just transferred here, teacher."
"I see," the teacher said, looking at Wen Su. "Then, student, tell me, where did I go wrong?"
“Teacher, you just mentioned the line, ‘Six in the fifth place: There are birds in the field; it is advantageous to capture them and speak out. There will be no blame. The eldest son leads the army, and the younger son carries the corpses. Perseverance will bring misfortune.’” Wen Su paused. “First of all, it is true that this line comes from the ‘Shi’ hexagram in the ‘I Ching’. It is also true that the ‘Shi’ hexagram is transformed from the ‘Bo’ hexagram. However, the process is that the ‘Bo’ hexagram first transforms into the ‘Qian’ hexagram and then into the ‘Shi’ hexagram. You said that the two transformed directly, which is wrong.”
"Really? This student is quite knowledgeable." The teacher's smile remained unchanged. "Thank you for pointing out my mistake."
"It's not over yet, teacher," Wen Su said with a smile, but his tone suddenly turned sharp—"Teacher, isn't it inappropriate for you to use the word 'corpse'?"
Why do you say that?
“The character ‘尸’ is used interchangeably with ‘尸’…” Wen Su paused, then asked a question that made everyone present change their expressions, “But what’s buried underneath doesn’t seem to be something that can be called ‘尸’, right?”
The teacher's figure vanished abruptly, appearing before Wen Su's face in the blink of an eye. No longer as gentle as before, her eyes were empty and bloodshot, and her voice was a ghostly howl. Not only that, she reached out and grabbed Wen Su's neck, but was blocked by the dagger protecting its master, instead cutting several wounds on her own hand: "What did you say?"
Zhou Ziqiu, standing at the door, also changed his expression drastically. What exactly did Wen Su know? What did Wen Su not know? What had Wen Su guessed?
“I say, it seems we can’t use the word ‘corpse’ to describe what’s buried underneath, can we?” Wen Su said with a smile, repeating what he had just said, seemingly unrelated to the question.
From the moment he saw everything that suddenly appeared around him, he knew that it was probably just an illusion created by a ghost. It would be easy to break it down: just find the mistake in the illusion. After all, the ghost's illusion was created to deceive people. Once the mistake was found, the illusion would collapse on its own.
The question he asked was precisely the error in this illusion: "尸" is a general term, but "尸" cannot be used to describe a sacrificial corpse.
Why is the corpse used for sacrifice?
Praying for blessings is a form of sacrifice, as is killing animals to exchange for goods!
This is precisely why Zhou Ziqiu's expression changed drastically.
Sure enough, just a few seconds after Wen Su finished speaking, a series of shrill screams erupted around him. The screams were deafening, and the "classmates" who had previously appeared normal suddenly became terrifying, rushing towards Wen Su as if they wanted to die with him. Just as Wen Su was about to draw his dagger, a black blade cleaved the "classmate" in front of him in two.
"Let's go!" Zhou Ziqiu shook his head at Wen Su, signaling him to leave.
Wen Su's lips curled up slightly. He felt surprisingly good being protected by Zhou Ziqiu and strode after him.
The three ran wildly ahead, with a horde of ghosts following closely behind. From any perspective, it was a thrilling experience. However, Wen Su broke the illusion, which made the ghosts powerless. They ran slower and slower until they all piled up by the school fence. They reached out from the fence to pounce on Wen Su and the others, but an invisible barrier blocked their movements.
"Damn it..." Cui Yongle gasped for breath. He was over forty years old and didn't like to exercise. The sudden sprint had left him breathless, his face flushed red, but he still had the energy to curse. "How long has it been since I ran like this!"
Practice more.
Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su were in relatively good condition, though their breathing was a little rapid.
“Easy for you to say, I don’t have the time for that.” Cui Yongle waved his hands repeatedly in refusal when he heard Zhou Ziqiu’s words. “Once everything is resolved, I must step down and get some rest.”
“Of course,” Zhou Ziqiu said with a smile.
"Let's go back first," Wen Su suggested, taking the initiative to sit in the driver's seat. Zhou Ziqiu was originally a little worried that Wen Su might drive too fast again. He didn't care, but he was afraid that Cui Yongle might not be able to accept it. However, he didn't expect Wen Su to drive very steadily this time, and smoothly drove to the hotel.
Along the way, Cui Yongle had calmed down and said, "This matter might be a bit big. Let's stay in Xiqi for a few days and I'll go and communicate with them."
Zhou Ziqiu nodded knowingly.
If his body is buried here, then this excavation must be kept secret, and the level of secrecy must be the highest. If it were leaked, it would probably cause quite a bit of chaos.
Wen Su obviously knew as well, and he nodded without saying anything.
Just as Zhou Ziqiu was about to push open the door to his room after going upstairs, he suddenly called out to Wen Su.
"What's wrong?" Wen Su asked with a smile.
"What do you know?" Zhou Ziqiu didn't want to think about where he had exposed anything. It was possible that Wen Su had noticed things that he hadn't noticed. It would be too tiring to recall everything one by one, so he asked Wen Su directly.
To his surprise, Wen Su did not answer him, but instead said, "Guess."
After saying that, he pushed open the door and went back to his room, leaving Zhou Ziqiu standing alone at his door.
"Wen! Su!"
The next day, Wen Su got up early, went downstairs to buy breakfast, and delivered it to Cui Yongle and Zhou Ziqiu's door. Cui Yongle thanked him, took the breakfast, and closed the door. Zhou Ziqiu, on the other hand, pulled Wen Su into the room and puffed out his cheeks, pretending to be very angry: "Tell me quickly, what do you know?"
After placing breakfast on the table in Zhou Ziqiu's room, Wen Su sat down on the sofa and shrugged, "Guess."
"Wensu!"
Zhou Ziqiu didn't even glance at the fragrant breakfast Wen Su had brought back. He sat down next to Wen Su, tugged at Wen Su's sleeve and shook it: "Tell me about it."
"..." Wen Su paused for a moment, then sighed after a long while. He couldn't withstand Zhou Ziqiu's pleading gaze. "I don't know much either."
Tell me about it.
“The Wen family used to live in Yuanmeng. They only moved to Houcheng a few hundred years ago. Based on what you told me, I guessed that your body might have been buried in Xiqi.”
Looking at the map, Yuanmeng is located in the province adjacent to and above Xiqi. Presumably, Wen Su also confirmed the location of Xiqi by comparing it with the map of China after knowing this. Zhou Ziqiu thought that the question that Wen Su asked at school would also be clear.
Even so, Zhou Ziqiu was still very curious whether Wen Su knew that his body was about to collapse, whether he knew his destined fate, or whether he knew that he was the reincarnation of Xie Xingzhou, since Wen Su knew about his relationship with Xie Xingzhou.
But as curious as he was, he couldn't possibly ask. Although Wen Su must have noticed something, he couldn't reveal it to avoid disrupting the current "peace."
Hopefully Wen Su didn't notice much, Zhou Ziqiu smiled at Wen Su, "Okay, then I'm going to eat."
"good."
Just as Wen Su got up to leave, Zhou Ziqiu's phone, which was placed to the side, suddenly rang. Wen Su was close to the phone, so he picked it up and took a look. He found that it was an unfamiliar number, and the location showed Luo Qi. He then held the phone up to show Zhou Ziqiu.
Zhou Ziqiu had food stuffed in his mouth. He pointed at Wen Su and asked Wen Su to answer the phone. Wen Su then swiped his phone with his thumb to connect the call.
The caller was the same person who had been dreaming about his deceased classmate.
"Master, Master, I had another dream last night!"
"What did you dream about?" Wen Su asked.
"I dreamt that they said, 'Save me,' and they asked me to save them. I don't know what to do, Master!"
Wen Su glanced at Zhou Ziqiu and replied, "Okay, I understand. We're making progress here. Please wait a little longer."
After hanging up the phone, Wen Su relayed what the man had said to Zhou Ziqiu. Zhou Ziqiu grunted, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I will tell Cui Yongle."
News from Cui Yongle's side came back quickly: the teaching building would be demolished by explosives in three days, and the authorities would seal off the surrounding area in advance, and the subsequent excavation would be kept secret throughout.
Wen Su and Zhou Ziqiu nodded, indicating that they understood.
Three days passed quickly, and the three of them watched the explosion. After all, everyone had been to school, and more or less everyone had the idea of blowing up a school.
Zhou Ziqiu looked unwell. In fact, he had never looked well. Even though Wen Su knew the reason, he still took off his coat and put it on Zhou Ziqiu.
"Thanks."
A slight smile appeared on Zhou Ziqiu's face as he pulled his coat tighter. His body felt increasingly heavy, and he fainted from time to time, but he felt very relaxed. Perhaps it was the composure of a dying man facing death, or perhaps it was his anticipation of the present and the future. In his view, Wen Su had found someone he loved and would surely live a good life in the future. Cui Yongle could also unload the burden of decades after resolving his affairs and take a good rest. The goal that all the previous presidents of Qingdeng had worked so hard for could finally be achieved.
A loud bang interrupted Zhou Ziqiu's reverie. Amidst the swirling smoke, the dilapidated teaching building finally collapsed. He heard countless screams mixed in with the noise, clearly not human cries.
Now, the sunlight can finally reach the ground below the teaching building.
Following the school's demolition, excavation work commenced quickly. Upon learning that there might be a Zhou Dynasty tomb, possibly even a Zhou Dynasty prince's tomb, the authorities immediately contacted scholars from the fields of history and archaeology.
Cui Yongle was aware of this matter, but he made an agreement with the officials that research could only be conducted after the internal affairs of Qingdeng were resolved. Moreover, Qingdeng could not guarantee that there would be anything worth researching down there. Even so, the officials quickly agreed.
Zhou Ziqiu and Wen Su were unaware of Cui Yongle's negotiations with the authorities. It was as if they were compensating for their own actions, or as if a dying person wanted to experience everything they had never eaten or played before they died. Zhou Ziqiu traveled all over Xiqi, a city full of Zhou Dynasty culture, and Wen Su stayed by his side the whole time.
It was like a silent farewell.
But all good things must come to an end. Less than half a month later, the excavation team reported that they had unearthed stones at the site of the old school building, which looked like a stone wall and should be the walls of the underground palace.
The news exploded like a bomb in the hearts of the three of them.
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