Yu Qirong locked himself in the room and studied for several days without eating or drinking.
During this period, the unidentified ghost did not appear again.
The writing in this world is not difficult to learn. It has some similarities with the writing that Yu Qirong has learned. After asking A Fei to read the book to him several times, he figured it out bit by bit.
I didn’t study it before because I wasn’t really interested, and I was only going to be there for fourteen days anyway.
It’s different now. There is something unknown driving him. When he thinks of these two experiences, Yu Qirong becomes full of energy.
It was a hot summer day. He wore thin clothes and tied up his long hair with a black rope. He sat at the desk and studied several related books carefully.
He picked up a copy of "Yuling Fengwuzhi" and opened a copy of "Yuling Town Deciphering Notes", and twirled the brush dipped in boiled water in his hand vigorously.
In the past few days, A Fei followed his instructions and found him several books about Yuling Town and Yeyun Town, asking him to study the origins behind them.
To study a copy, you must first understand its rules.
This is what Yu Qirong learned from the experiences in the first two copies.
The book "Yuling Fengwuzhi" is quite old. It introduces the local customs and people, the long history of Yuling Town, and a few legends.
Yu Qirong marked everything that might be involved and folded the pages.
As for "The Secret of Yuling Town", it should have been published in the past two years. It talks about some strange events that happened in Yuling Town, mostly disappearance cases such as "Sun's family lost a cow, Li's family lost a pig", and in the end it said that they were taken away by wild beasts in the mountains.
But there are also some that talk about July 14th.
Yu Qirong looked at them one by one, and circled the ones he found useful with a brush dipped in water, and then folded the pages.
The printing technology in this world is not very good, and there are often omissions and smudges. Yu Qirong stared at these things with black words on a white background, and after a while he felt dizzy and had to look away.
Ah Fei sat next to him, his body straight, his fingers running over the pages, his expression focused.
One person's power is limited, so Yu Qirong specially asked A Fei to work with him. He was responsible for the part of Yuling Town, and A Fei was responsible for the part of Yeyun Town.
Ah Fei noticed his gaze, put down the book in his hand, and looked at him questioningly, "Master, are you thirsty?"
It would have been better if he didn't mention it. Once he mentioned it, Yu Qirong really felt a little thirsty.
Yu Qirong nodded: "Please bring me some water."
So A Fei stood up and left his seat, and the whole room immediately became empty.
Yu Qirong placed the brush in his hand on the table, closed his eyes, leaned back, and organized his thoughts.
Yuling Town did not have as obvious clues as Huangsha Village, but it told him clues about the Ghost Festival through the timeline. Coupled with the ghost with cold fingers, it can almost be concluded that this copy is related to ghosts.
The previous people did not trigger the relevant plot, one reason was that the time was wrong, and the other was that the character settings did not match.
This copy is for picky people.
Yu Qirong himself is the NPC of the copy, so he has some deeper guesses. It is also possible that they were originally the NPCs of this copy, but they were just performing in different time periods.
It's just a guess, it may not be correct or not, and we need to continue to explore it.
The solar plexus was swollen and painful, Yu Qirong pressed it, and when he felt better, he moved his hand away from the acupoint and touched the white dragon hook jade in his hand.
I originally wanted to return it to Tang Xingfei, but I didn't see him asking me for it. I don't know if it's okay not to return it.
Although it was true that Tang Xingfei ignored his love letter, it was also true that the bracelet brought him out of Lanxi High School...
Yu Qirong struggled for a while, and finally decided to keep it. He would ask first, and if he didn't ask, he would just pretend he didn't know.
Whether we can meet again is another matter.
The door of the room was opened. Yu Qirong guessed that it was Ah Fei who came back to get some water. Without opening his eyes, he just said, "Just put it on the table. I'll take a rest for a while."
After a while, there was no response.
Something is wrong.
Yu Qirong frowned. If it was A Fei, he wouldn't be like this. He would at least reply with "yes" or "okay".
But there was silence all around, as if he had suddenly returned to that day. There was a familiar feeling of eerie silence, and a chill ran up his spine. A pair of hands wrapped around his shoulders, and a cold, hard feeling fell on his shoulders.
Yu Qirong closed his eyes, his tone was still calm, "You are here."
A familiar sigh rang in his ears, the cold breath like the tongue of a poisonous snake. The hands slid across his neck, collarbone, and finally landed on the buttons in front of him.
The buttons were undone one by one, exposing the fair skin to the air. The pores were stimulated by the cold air, and the soft and transparent hairs stood up and became extremely sensitive.
His back was pressed against a cold chest, and the man seemed to be reaching for something with his hands. Yu Qirong closed his eyes and tried to guess.
I don't know whether it is "Yuling Fengwuzhi" or "Yuling Town Secret Notes". It should be something related to his identity.
Before he could figure out the reason, he felt the answer.
The erect hairs were gently stroked by a brush dipped in water. The itchy feeling of the brush tip running across the body made Yu Qirong frown.
I had used warm water, but it had cooled down after a while. The scratched area felt strangely cool as the water evaporated.
The person behind him seemed to be enjoying it. He stroked along the curve of Yu Qirong's body all the way down until he reached his lower abdomen. Yu Qirong could no longer bear it.
He suddenly attacked, stretched out his hand and grasped the cold arm of the "ghost", then quickly opened his eyes and looked back at him: "This is the third time, you don't think I will just sit there and wait for death..."
A trace of disbelief flashed across Tang Xingfei's face, but when his eyes swept across the dragon hook jade on Yu Qirong's wrist, his expression immediately turned into understanding.
An emerald green cufflink was installed on the tail hook of the dragon hook jade.
The effects of the dragon hook jade and cufflinks were enough to offset the negative state he gave Yu Qirong, allowing him to break through the restrictions and move.
Unlike Tang Xingfei's calm expression at this moment, Yu Qirong had a completely shocked expression.
After a moment, he frowned, increased the strength on his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and seriously questioned Tang Xingfei: "Who are you? Do you have the ability to transform into the person in my heart?"
He was just thinking about Tang Xingfei in his mind, and when he turned around, he really saw Tang Xingfei's face.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Yu Qirong frowned, and seeing that the ghost with Tang Xingfei's face didn't say anything, he simply continued to increase his strength.
He is very good at killing ghosts physically, and that's how the Mirror Ghost was defeated by him.
Tang Xingfei's face showed no sign of pain, but his eyebrows knitted slightly because of the pain. He considered for a moment, "I am Leng Yunxing, your husband."
Yu Qirong's eyelids twitched. She couldn't bear to see this ghost saying these words to Tang Xingfei's face.
Tang Xingfei had said before that he would be happier about finding a husband, but the situation was different now. Even if it was Tang Xingfei, he would still have to think about it carefully, not to mention that it was not what Tang Xingfei said.
Then his wine-red pupils were mixed with icicles, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the ghost became even more ferocious.
"Isn't it recorded in the classics?" Seeing that he didn't believe it, Tang Xingfei spoke as if to explain.
Yu Qirong subconsciously looked at the two books he had placed on the table, then quickly turned back and looked at Tang Xingfei.
The classics also say that what ghosts say cannot be trusted completely.
"Do you know Tang Xingfei?" Yu Qirong looked at his face, but could not see any flaws in his disguise. Even if his face changed according to his thoughts, there should be flaws, but this ghost looked like the real thing.
Tang Xingfei paused and pursed his lips.
Yu Qirong thought he would remain silent again, but he noticed that the tip of the brush in front of him was still moving. A cold feeling drew his attention back to his body.
"I am."
Yu Qirong frowned, and when he noticed the two words written by the ghost, he turned to look at him anxiously.
What am I?
Is it Tang Xingfei?
A flash of inspiration came to Yu Qirong, and he immediately noticed that the strokes and shapes of the two words the ghost had just written were completely different from those in this world.
What does this mean? This ghost is also a player, or to be more precise, this ghost is Tang Xingfei?
This idea was too absurd, and Yu Qirong couldn't help but think that he had delusions, but when he looked at Tang Xingfei, he clearly saw affirmation in his dark pupils.
The brush in front of him drew a circle on his body, as if to say that his guess was right.
Then just treat him as Tang Xingfei.
No wonder the voice sounded familiar, it turned out to be Tang Xingfei himself.
Yu Qirong exhaled and asked calmly: "You can't speak?"
Tang Xingfei answered quickly: "Of course."
The brush drew a cross in front of him.
That is not possible.
Yu Qirong loosened his grip on his hand, but still didn't let go completely. He saw the purple bruises on it from his grip, and his heart was inexplicably moved again.
Talking in this way means that Tang Xingfei is probably being coerced by something or is being monitored?
So when you talk to him, you have to be careful to avoid being discovered.
Yu Qirong pondered for a while and asked, "Since you have become a ghost... I heard that some ghosts sometimes lose their minds. Leng Yunxing, were all the things you did before intentional?"
Tang Xingfei didn't say anything, but just frowned slightly, finding it difficult to answer.
The tip of the pen stopped in front of him, and seemed to hesitate for a moment before slowly drawing a circle, and after a while, it made a cross.
Yu Qirong frowned, half and half.
I just don’t know which half is right and which half is wrong.
He wanted to ask something else when he heard Aunt Sun's voice in the yard: "Master, Master Rong! The Leng family has sent someone here. The master wants you to meet the Leng family!"
Yu Qirong was uneasy and noticed that Tang Xingfei behind him seemed to be relieved. Before he could carefully distinguish it, he opened his eyes.
Ah Fei, who was supposed to go get some water, was sitting opposite him. When he saw him open his eyes, he came over and asked, "Master, are you too tired from watching these things these days? How come you suddenly fell asleep? I called you several times but you didn't wake up."
Is it a dream?
Yu Qirong stood up from his chair and looked at the empty space behind him. He was unsure of what to do, but Sun's mother called him again. He had no choice but to turn around and look for clothes.
As soon as I lowered my head, the clothes and skin separated, but they were more adherent than before.
Yu Qirong reached out and touched the clothes in front of him; they were wet.
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