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The moment Du Qian appeared, the temperature in the room dropped even further, making the already chilly night even cooler.
Lin Yan'an nodded, not bothering with further formalities.
Instead, he looked at Uncle Zhao and instructed him, "Uncle Zhao, could you please get Grandpa a jacket to wear?"
"oh oh,"
Uncle Zhao quickly snapped out of his daze, turned around somewhat flusteredly, pushed back his chair, and hurriedly got to work.
He was still somewhat disoriented, and as he walked, he stared at the semi-transparent phantom in shock and curiosity.
"Pfft."
Upon seeing this, Pei Xingyao couldn't help but burst out laughing. She quickly chased after him, calling out, "Grandpa Zhao!"
As she helped Uncle Zhao back to his seat, she said considerately, "I'll go get it. You can rest for a bit."
Uncle Zhao obediently sat down, smiling and nodding in agreement: "Then thank you, Yao Yao. The old man's coat is available in the entryway."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Their conversation woke up Old Master Zhou.
Old Master Zhou, having weathered many storms, quickly regained his composure and calmed his mind.
He scrutinized Du Qian's illusory figure with sharp eyes, his gaze devoid of fear, but filled with scrutiny and disbelief.
"You... are you Du Qian? The Left Remonstrator of the Tang Dynasty?"
Grandpa Zhou's voice was a little hoarse, but still steady and powerful.
Upon hearing this, Du Qian's illusory figure turned to face Old Master Zhou, raised his hands, and performed a Tang-style salute with composure: "I am Du Qian, courtesy name Zigu. During the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty, I served as Left Reminder. I have met with Old Master Zhou."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up, his gaze swept over the cane beside Old Master Zhou, and then fell on Old Master Zhou. Looking at his demeanor, he added, "Old Master, you have spent half your life on the battlefield, yet you have a restrained fierce aura. I admire you greatly."
That one glance and those one words instantly dispelled the last vestige of doubt in Old Master Zhou's mind.
"I heard you compiled a book called 'Records of Folk Customs'?"
Old Master Zhou didn't mince words at all, asking directly, "What events are recorded? And how can it be proven?"
Upon hearing this, Du Qian's eyes were immediately filled with sorrow and indignation. His expression was serious and heavy as he sighed, "The contents recorded are the hardships of the people, the gains and losses of officials, and the beacon fires on the border during the Kaiyuan and Tianbao eras, a time of prosperity and glory."
"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste, while on the road, the bones of those frozen to death lie."
“Every word and sentence above was seen and written by Mr. Du himself.”
"It's a pity... he died before finishing his book, a regret that will last for a thousand years."
After Du Qian finished speaking, he slightly flicked his sleeve and raised his hand, his gaze falling on the writing brush.
As he moved, the ink on the paper seemed to come alive; the black mist flickered again, as if it possessed sentience. Wisps of mist slowly rose and swirled around the brush.
The ancient-looking calligraphy brush moved on its own without wind, floating up and emitting a faint glow, supported by the black mist.
"Unexpectedly, the remnant soul of Mr. Du actually attached itself to this pen, developed an obsession, and sensed that the interpretations of later generations were superficial and lacked originality. That's why he was so emotional and disturbed you all."
His voice carried a deep sense of apology and helplessness, but no remorse.
All he sought in his life was "truth".
Du Qian looked up slightly at the upstairs, sensing that familiar aura, and continued with a mixture of guilt and gratitude: "I never expected to have the help of Madam Lin, who used her mind as a guide to draw my form, which enabled me to have a clear mind and the opportunity to communicate with you all."
The supernatural scene before him, along with his words and Dr. Qian's description of Zhong Wan's pulse, combined completely shattered the last shred of doubt in Old Master Zhou's heart.
He gripped his cane tightly with both hands, silently looking at the human and the ghost before him, and decisively made a decision: "Alright!"
Grandpa Zhou's voice was loud and clear, with the decisiveness unique to soldiers: "I agree to Yan An's request."
"Mr. Du's record of folk customs is a true historical record. Although I have retired, I still have some face left and can say a few words."
After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Lin Yan'an, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, yet he smiled and teased, "You kid... you either don't ask for help at all, or when you do, you give me something big."
"At the very last minute, they gave me a huge problem."
"But it is still a great achievement!"
"Grandpa, this is a great achievement from your granddaughter-in-law, I dare not take credit for it."
With his assurance, Lin Yan'an finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.
Old Master Zhou smiled and shook his head, then turned to look at Du Qian's illusory figure, his tone becoming somewhat respectful: "Mr. Du, rest assured, I assure you that you and your 'Records of Folk Customs' will definitely not be buried."
"One day, it will be revealed to the world and passed down through generations!"
"I, Mr. Du, am deeply grateful to Mr. Zhou!"
Du Qian stood up and bowed respectfully to Old Master Zhou once again.
He was somewhat emotional; after a thousand years of waiting, he had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
This caused his illusory figure to tremble slightly, and with each movement, black mist once again swirled around the hem of his robes.
Old Master Zhou accepted the greeting with a solemn expression.
Turning to Uncle Zhao, he gave a resolute command: "Zhao Jun!"
"arrive!"
Uncle Zhao immediately stood up straight, awaiting Old Master Zhou's orders. His eyes, which had been filled with shock just moments before, instantly regained their composure.
"Go to my study immediately and connect to Director Qin using the red encrypted dedicated line."
"State my name, Zhou Weiguo, and say that I have authentic historical materials related to the Kaiyuan and Tianbao eras of the Tang Dynasty. Ask him to personally lead a team and request the intervention of the highest-level expert group immediately!"
"The team needs to be comprised of historical authorities and professionals capable of handling such paranormal phenomena, and we need to act quickly!"
"Security level is the highest!"
Grandpa Zhou's voice was loud and clear, and he arranged things in an orderly manner.
"Received! Understood!"
Uncle Zhao, not to be outdone, didn't hesitate at all, quickly turned around and ran upstairs.
The restaurant fell silent immediately.
Only then did Pei Xingyao dare to move, and she quickly and carefully draped the clothes over Old Master Zhou's shoulders.
Feeling the warmth on his body, Grandpa Zhou turned his head and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Yao Yao."
"It's alright, it's alright."
Pei Xingyao quickly shook her head, feeling this powerful aura emanating from her great-grandfather for the first time.
For a moment, she was truly stunned.
Grandpa Zhou's gaze swept over the three people and the ghost present, finally landing on Lin Yan'an: "You kid aren't very good at keeping secrets either."
Lin Yan'an shrugged: "This is nothing."
"Besides, Wanwan was weak at the time and didn't have time to pay attention to them."
His voice paused, he was silent for a moment, then looked directly at Old Master Zhou and continued, "Also, before this, Wanwan had already drawn quite a few ghosts and sent many away. But this time, Mr. Du is exceptionally different, and our own abilities are limited..."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhou's pupils contracted slightly, his grip on his cane tightened, and his expression became somewhat grave.
"It seems this is no coincidence."
His voice was steady and slow, yet carried an unprecedented determination: "The country really needs to take this matter seriously."
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