Escape from the Ghost

Song Yi returned to the dormitory and lay down directly, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, his thoughts became very clear.

Before that, he had never seriously considered the rebirth of the host, whether it was facing the Nether or other dangers, he had always been resigned.Perhaps, it is time to make some choices as before.Only in this way, no matter what he will face in the future, he can at least hold some initiative.Even if it is death, it should be one who is willing to go, instead of being pinched by someone's neck like an ant being crushed to death.

Since everything started from Song Muzhi, the search for the source should also start from this person.

After figuring it out, Song Yi immediately got up from the bed, picked up the laptop, entered the Mucheng Museum without stopping, and went straight to the reading room on the first floor.

He found relevant teaching posts such as "Introduction to Mucheng Museum" and "Recommendation of Northern Wei History Books" from the Internet, and then followed the index of museum materials, and in stacks of thick reference books, he dug out chapters of Song Muzhi for research .

In the past, Song Yi really looked down on such things as history. Rational logic creates laws that can change the world, but humanities are different. Some fragments left over are just products selected and organized by predecessors. Because of its original objectivity, even evidence-based deduction has great limitations.

Just like now, except for the basic introduction, the 3000-year history is almost the same as the chronology, but it is impossible to verify the details when it comes to details.Song Yi stretched out his hands and clasped his face, staring at the computer with a helpless expression.

Lord Wu'an of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Song Muzhi:

A famous military strategist in the Warring States Period and a famous general in the Northern Wei Dynasty.He is good at using soldiers. His ancestors once helped Tai | Zu | Gao Shou to found the country in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He fought against the six countries during the period of Emperor Chun, and made great contributions to the study of ancient military systems.

He has repeatedly inflicted heavy losses on the main forces of Zhao, Chen, and South Korea at the border (Mucheng area), and has made great achievements.He served as the leading general in the Northern Wei Dynasty for more than 20 years, attacked more than 30 cities, and wiped out more than one million enemy troops.In the 41st year of Emperor Chun, during the Battle of Mucheng, more than 43 people were killed and captured, and he was regarded as the god of killing.In the [-]rd year of Emperor Chun, Gao Zun ordered him to retreat many times, but Song Muzhi did not respect his decree and died in Mucheng.Three years later, the Northern Wei Dynasty died.

Song Yi focused on the last few words, and then, starting from various sources, sorted out the reasons for Song Muzhi’s disrespect for resisting the decree, Emperor Gao Zun of the Northern Wei Dynasty, doctor Zhao Qingyu, the imperial historian, Mu Yi, the famous general of Zhao State, and Song Jiajun, etc. The four-party power organization surrounding the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Looking at it, Song Yi suddenly frowned. Among so many materials, the five generals only briefly mentioned their names, and there was no detailed record of the four ministers at all.He did not give up and added Song Qingzhi's name in the search bar, except for a few fast-travel articles that bumped into the name, there was nothing.

Song translation thought carefully: the four ministers belonged to the family surnames, and were not included in the accompanying generals.However, if the scenes he saw before are true, then Song Qingzhi should occupy a more important military|military|status than anyone else in these wars with Zhao Guo, and he may even participate in the Northern Wei However, there is no trace of the current political struggle, why?Is it true that only the living are qualified to write history?

He was contemplating deeply, when suddenly a whisper came from his ear, interrupting his thinking.

"Song translation?"

Hearing the sound, Song Yi raised his head, just in time to meet a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, Mu An smiled at him, and said, "It's really a destiny that we met here, do you mind if I sit down?"

Song Yi's expression was slightly different, seeing that Mu An didn't speak, this man really had a strange attraction.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mu An was a little embarrassed, and asked in a low voice, "Song Yi?"

Song Yi came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and moved away the books that occupied part of the opposite table. Unexpectedly, Mu An looked at it and said, "Don't be so troublesome." Then he sat directly next to Song Yi.

As Mu An took his seat, a burst of fragrance wafted gently. Song Yi smelled it, and the fragrance was not the pungent and dull smell of cologne, but fell in his nose, more like a faint scent of flowers and herbs.

Mu An picked up the book on the table, looked at it, and said, "You're studying the Northern Wei Dynasty...is this Song Muzhi?" He glanced at Song Yi's computer, and asked with a smile, "Who is Song Qingzhi? I know the general Muzhi, but I have never heard of him having any relatives?"

Song Yi closed the computer with some embarrassment, and said: "The unofficial history of hearsay seems to be his cousin."

"........."

Song Yi put the laptop into the bag, and said politely: "I've checked, I have to go first."

The smile in Mu An's eyes didn't diminish at all, and he sounded a little apologetic: "As soon as I came, you left in a hurry? Did I disturb you?"

Three black lines popped up on Song Yi's forehead, and he said perfunctorily, "I've been here for a long time."

"By the way, does our department have an old professor named Wang De who studies the history of the Warring States Period? He is a well-known expert in ancient history. I heard that he even appeared on TV. Will he not substitute for us?"

Song Yi picked up the computer bag, stood up from the seat, and said, "It seems that I have been writing ancient history before, and I took a few months off because of family affairs, and his class is now with Mr. Li."

Mu An wondered: "Ask for leave? But... I seem to have seen him just now. I went to the history group to find the class teacher to fill in the information, and he was sitting on the sofa. He looked different from the one on TV, much older."

Song Yi was surprised and said, "He's back to school."

Mu An nodded, and the smile in the corners of his eyes seemed to freeze in an instant, and he said, "I only came here for Professor Wang."

Song Yi hurriedly closed the book and hugged it in his arms, saying, "I'm leaving."

Mu An watched Song Yi leave in a hurry, picked up the chronology he accidentally dropped from the ground, folded it up, walked to the door, put it back in the file folder, left the file room, and walked towards the glass coffin in the tomb.

On the day of the car accident, Song Weizhong went to Mucheng University to look for Wang De, and got back the Yinluan pen and the results of cultural relic identification.As a respected old expert, since Wang De is willing to issue this certificate, it is absolutely impossible just for money.Song Yi knew that his father always liked to tidy up those ancient things, so it was very likely that he and Wang De had known each other for a long time.

After the accident, Song Yi had secretly traced Yinluan's background and Wang De's background, and found that the third phase of Jingtaiyuan project of Anjia Real Estate was actually suspended because of the old professor's obstruction.

Near the original construction site for the third phase, there is a pavilion built in the Northern Wei Dynasty. Several ancient tombs have been dug out one after another around the pavilion, including the golden armor in the tomb.Although the project will not destroy the gazebo, the old professor insists that the entire area belongs to a key cultural site, and the project site will destroy the entire historical landform research, thereby preventing demolition.Later, he blatantly took several of his graduate students to protest, and complained to the management department of Mucheng University and the urban construction department many times.

There was a lot of fuss about it, and it was on the local news.Before the car accident, Song Yi had heard some rumors, but he didn't care about it at the time. When he checked after the car accident, there was no information about this matter.Some of the only contents are all heard by Song Yi.

The most important thing is that in this incident, his father Song Weizhong was resigned from the position of chairman because of a major disagreement with the board of directors precisely because he supported Wang De.Song Yi once suspected that someone used Wang De to get rid of Song Weizhong, and even transferred to the history department because of this. He wanted to take the initiative to contact this person, but he did not expect him to take a long vacation.

Well, now that there is something about the host, Song Yida can go to Wang De directly and ask him if he knows how the Yinluan pen got into Song Weizhong's hands?

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait for a minute, so he rushed into the second teaching building and ran up the stairs.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the sun is slowly moving below the horizon, and when the afterglow of the setting sun enters the building, most of it is covered.The last class was over for a while, and only a few students missed Song Yi going downstairs along the way.It was almost dinner time, and the corridor was empty and quiet at the moment.

Song Yi walked along the long corridor to the office of the second-year group of the third-year history department.From afar, he saw the door of the office was ajar. When he reached the door, Song Yi suddenly stopped, and tightened his hand holding the computer bag, feeling a little impulsive.He was hesitating when he heard a voice from inside the room: "Who is it?" The voice was hoarse, and his age could not be discerned.He thought about it, and pushed the door open.

The office is backlit, the lights are not turned on, the light is very dim, and there are several large desks loosely placed in the huge room.Song Yi glanced around, and then caught a crooked and thin figure in front of the corner table. The man was bowed and couldn't see his face, standing in the projection.

Song Yi shouted in a low voice: "Professor Wang—"

"Um--"

A hoarse voice came, and there was no second half of the sentence.Song Yi felt uneasy, and his palms were sweating while clutching the laptop bag. He hesitated and walked forward, and opened his mouth to shout again: "Professor Wang."

Wang De clenched his fists and turned around. Under the glasses were a pair of gloomy eyes with intertwined wrinkles around the corners of the eyes. Looking carefully, he had high cheekbones and a deep dent in his lower cheek. His complexion was gray and haggard, and he seemed to have no breath of life in his whole body.He stood up and grabbed Song Yi's shoulder, and hurriedly said: "I still have something to do, come back tomorrow if you have any questions!" As soon as he finished speaking, he drove Song Yi out.

"Professor Wang...I..."

Although Wang De was old, his movements were very quick and his hands were still strong. He pushed Song Yi out of the office with two or three strokes. .”

Wang De's expression changed slightly, and the gloom in his eyes was even worse than before. He grabbed Song Yi's shoulder and said, "Remember, nothing is as important as your life."

Song Yi frowned tightly, and finally didn't insist anymore.

boom--

The door was closed abruptly, the sun had completely set, and night had officially descended.

Just as Wang De closed the door, the surrounding scene became empty, and the whole office was shrouded in black mist. When they dispersed, Mu An looked at him with his hands in his pockets and his chin upturned with a playful smile. He looked like a child who succeeded in pranking.

Wang De's face turned blue, and he said with anger in his voice, "What do you mean?"

Mu An finally couldn't control himself, and said with a chuckle, "I think he's forgotten all about the past, so I want him to get acquainted with his new identity as soon as possible."

Wang De said in a deep voice, "But... you know very well that he is the person I don't want to see the last time."

Mu An walked closer, and said leisurely with his hands behind his back: "So what? Anyway, we will meet sooner or later. Doesn't General Wang have any grievances in his heart? You are burdened with humiliation and unwilling to die, and now you have done it for so long What about Song Muzhi? He can easily forget the past and betray his soul. Even today, if he does nothing, he still makes everyone around him willing to risk their lives for him?"

Wang De looked at Mu An, and after a while, the corners of his mouth raised into a mocking smile, and he said, "So you have so much dissatisfaction and jealousy towards the general."

"Dissatisfied..." Mu An gritted his teeth and said, "You are wrong, I am remembering him, and using the entire Song Family Army to help him remember."

Wang De said coldly: "Song Qingzhi, you really haven't changed at all."

Mu An stopped in his tracks, chuckled lightly, and said word by word: "It doesn't matter, you have always looked down on me anyway. Time is limited, if you don't want to waste all your efforts, you should hurry up."

When the voice fell to the ground, Mu An disappeared in place.

Wang De heaved a long sigh, walked to the table, took out a small red solid wood box from the drawer, and placed it on the table... Whirling.

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Let me report on the progress. This book is finished, but the rest of it has not been edited yet. It will be uploaded one after another when it is finished. "Deadly Thief" is in the code outline. The type is what everyone imagined. Interested friends can pre-order in advance.