Monster, come to my bowl

It's not surprising to pick up pieces of paper with words on them on the street.

Although the humans in this world are weak, their level of civilization has long reached the feudal level and they have formed a fairly complete knowledge system.

Paper is not rare in this world, and words are even less rare.

What’s strange is that the few words on this piece of torn paper are actually written in Chinese characters.

That's right!

It’s Chinese characters!

The mother characters that Cai Ji had learned since he was a child before he traveled through time!

What's so special about Chinese characters?

It is indeed not rare on Earth!

But the world before him had its own writing and language system. Cai Ji had been in this world for eight years, and had never heard anyone speak a word of Mandarin, nor had he ever seen anyone write a single Chinese character!

People speak the official language of this world and write in the tadpole script of this world!

But on the piece of paper in Cai Ji's hand, there were four Chinese characters clearly written on it - fire, burn, eyebrow, and hair!

"What's going on? Who wrote this? Are there other time travelers here?" A series of questions flooded Cai Ji's mind, leaving him stunned.

"Get out of the way!"

At this moment, a demon-suppressing guard who was escorting a ox cart passed by and pushed him away.

Cai Ji took two steps back, raised his eyes and inadvertently glanced at the corpses on the ox cart, and his heart suddenly trembled!

He looked down at the blood-stained paper in his hand again, and his mind inexplicably recalled the conversation between several Demon Suppression Guards in the restaurant just now.

"Second Master Xue is ambitious... but he has no talent for martial arts... He accidentally got a fragment of a sacred text... and from then on he became fascinated by the sacred words in mythology..."

"Could it be... this is the fragment of the holy text in the Second Young Master's hand?"

Cai Ji looked at the ox cart going away, the secret told by the demon-suppressing guard churning in his mind, and his heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate.

He glanced at the bustling crowd around him, calmly put the piece of paper into his pocket, and quickly turned around and walked back.

……

Back to the restaurant.

Cai Ji quickly hung up a sign that said "Closed Today", then closed and locked the door, and finally slipped into the bedroom.

He spread the scraps of paper he had picked up on the table and began to study them carefully.

The piece of paper was not big, only half the size of a palm. The left and right edges and the bottom were smooth, while the top was rough. It must have been torn from a complete page of a book.

The paper is yellowed and feels slightly rough. Upon closer inspection, one can see that the surface of the paper is covered with tiny cracks, confirming that it is quite old.

There was a lot of blood on one side of the paper. Although the blood stains were a little dark, they gave off a distinct smell of blood, and the blood stains had not yet completely dried.

Cai Ji lay down on the table and studied for a while, then began to make some preliminary guesses.

"Judging from the bloodstains, this piece of paper most likely belongs to Second Master Xue!"

"Because the dried blood on his body was basically the same as the blood on the paper roll, and the bullock cart just passed in front of me when the paper roll fell at my feet. This should not be a coincidence."

"The paper is extremely old. Judging from its shape, it was torn from an ancient book. The fragment of the holy text that the demon-suppressing guard mentioned must also be an ancient artifact. The two match."

"The four words on the paper were written with a brush and ink. This is nothing special, because people in this world write with brush and ink."

"The font does have some meaning. It's a neat Song font... Could it be that the person who wrote these words is an Earthling who traveled through time from the Song Dynasty? Yes, this possibility is not small!"

"The question is, what is so sacred about these four words 'burning eyebrows'? They are just a few words. What connection do they have with the so-called Holy Word?"

"Could it be that... Chinese characters have special magical powers in this world? Just like those magical runes in movies, TV shows and games? Otherwise, why are they called holy texts?"

"Or, what is this Holy Word Technique? It means that as long as you pronounce the Chinese characters, you can achieve the literal effect? ​​So, it's called Holy Word? It seems... quite reasonable!"

Cai Ji opened the wings of his imagination, muttered to himself, and guessed at various possibilities, and soon found several relatively reasonable explanations.

As a time traveler who believed in science, he immediately began conducting field experiments based on his own guesses.

It is easy to find test subjects and there is no need to worry about leaks.

Because its full name is Wangcai and its nickname is Wangfu.

The watchdog of the store!

"Wangwang, come here quickly!"

Cai Ji opened the door and called out to the outside.

Hearing its owner calling, a half-grown spotted dog wagged its tail and ran over from the yard.

"Good dog, your chance to sacrifice yourself has come!" Cai Ji picked up Wangcai, closed the door again, and reminded him in a serious tone.

“Woo, woo, woo…” Wangcai was unaware of the evil nature of human nature. Not only did he not feel nervous, but he stuck out his tongue and licked his owner’s hand.

"Stop licking! No one who licks the dog will have a good ending!" Cai Ji was as hard as a rock. While expressing his insights on life, he put the dog on the table and started the dog body experiment directly.

He glanced at the four Chinese characters on the paper, then took a deep breath, pointed a sword finger with his right hand, pointed at the empty space of Wangcai's dog head, and shouted: "The fire is burning!!!"

Ha ha……

There is no way fire can start a fire!

It is impossible to burn eyebrows!

Cai Ji’s only reward was Wangcai’s cross-eyed look as he stared at his fingertips.

"Are you okay? Is it because my posture is wrong?"

Seeing that the dog's eyebrows were safe and sound, Cai Ji muttered to himself.

However, he was not disappointed.

He knew that the Holy Word was a skill from myths and legends. If he could succeed by just doing a random experiment, it would not be in line with his personality.

After all, it has been eight years since he traveled through time, and he is still at the bottom of society. What a shame!

Cai Ji thought for a moment and continued to make new attempts.

This attempt has led to a road of no return.

The successor to the second master Xue’s legacy was born!

In the next half day, Cai Ji used various pronunciations, postures, and mental states in various combinations to launch an inhumane sonic attack on Wangcai.

"Fire! Burn! Eyebrows! Hair!"

"The fire is burning, the fire is burning, the fire is burning."

"Fire fire fire burn burn burn eyebrows eyebrows eyebrows hairy!!!"

"Hey! The eyebrows of Wangcai are on fire!"

"May the heavens and the earth help me, the Supreme Lord Laozi will obey your orders as soon as possible~~~Wow!"

All kinds of strange noises kept coming out of the cramped little house.

The tone is sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes joyful, sometimes sad...

To describe it in one word, it is - the howling of ghosts and wolves!

However, an eyebrow pencil is an eyebrow pencil!

No matter how Cai Ji tried, he didn't achieve any results.

The so-called Holy Word is simply a myth.

Wangcai's eyebrows are still thick.

But as the saying goes, there is always a way out!

At this moment, the arrival of an uninvited guest accidentally helped Cai Ji open a window.

bang bang bang!

"Aji? Aji? Why are you closing the shop in the middle of the day? Open the door, open the door...give me three taels of rice wine."

Along with the knock on the door, an old voice came from outside.