Twilight Ghost

Green bamboo slips, since Cai Lun made paper, there have been very few such documents. Except for some celebrities who like to collect, almost no one is nostalgic enough to record their deeds on bamboo slips.

Lin Chuchen obviously didn't have such a mood. That old man would have gone to the tavern long ago. Even if it was left by his ancestors and had any special value, it should be sold by this prodigal son.

And this book was tightly tied into a bundle with cotton thread, and a thick layer of dust fell on it. I don't know how many years it stayed on the Lin family's bookshelf, and how many times it was lucky to escape the thoughts of Lin's prodigal son.

Hua Chongming tugged lightly, and the rotten cotton thread fell off quickly, and the bamboo slips spread out with a "crash", shining an ancient and mysterious gleam under the candlelight.

"Ah!" The second sister-in-law Lin, who was carrying salt water, had just walked to the door and bumped into this scene. She was so frightened that the bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, "Chongming, Chongming, you can't look at that!"

As she said that, she ran forward in a panic, snatched the letter from Hua Chongming's hand, hugged it tightly in her arms, as carefully as if holding a newborn fetus, and kept chanting a sentence: "In the past You don’t need to know about the past, you don’t need to know about the past…”

Hua Chongming was taken aback by such a sudden move, and finally came to his senses, knowing that it was wrong for him to tamper with other people's things, so he quickly turned around and bowed, "Chongming can't make up for the second sister-in-law, it's just this bamboo slip..."

"You don't need to know! Chongming, Chongming, you promised sister-in-law not to touch it again, huh?" Second sister-in-law Lin grabbed Hua Chongming's sleeve and refused to let go, panting like a fish that was about to die, "It's not sister-in-law who is stingy , Don’t be curious about things you shouldn’t know, you heard?”

It wasn't until Hua Chongming swore the ninth time that Mrs. Lin felt relieved, put the bamboo slip back as it was, kowtowed and bowed to it, and after a long ceremony, she pulled Hua Chongming out in shock, " Go, go to the kitchen to drink salt water, after drinking, sister-in-law will take you home."

Mo'an City at night is much more fun than during the day, Hua Chongming didn't want to go home to nestle, so he just followed Aunt Lin to the middle of the street and sent her away, spent a few copper coins to buy a handful of melon seeds, and sat happily in the theater listening to the opera.

But this play is too literary, even the arrows and crossbows are sprayed without moving hands, which makes the young and vigorous Hua Chongming very bored watching it, and when he is bored, he pulls the sleepy brother next to him to talk about it, making the sky dark and dark Yue Wuguang cheered up the little brother all of a sudden.

"I said, young man, you are such an interesting person, why did you get kicked out by your sister-in-law?"

"It's because she doesn't want me to touch her family's possessions." Speaking of this, Hua Chongming was very angry, "I think it's a treasure, maybe it was picked up from some tomb, it's very valuable!"

"So she is afraid that you will swallow the baby? Then why don't you expose her directly, so that you have the same blessings and the same difficulties."

Hua Chongming patted the man's shoulder with a teachable expression on his face, and sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that I didn't think about it so much at the time, and I promised others not to ask about it. Isn't it a bit unfair to mention it?"

"What's the matter, this is good, you buy me a handful of halva, I will carry you into the window of his house, you want to get it yourself!"

Hua Chongming squinted his eyes and looked the young man up and down, then asked in a drawn out tone: "Brother, what's your name?"

Mentioning this young man became vigilant, and said a name that sounded like nonsense: "Zhang Shiqi, young master, is it possible that we are traveling together?"

Hua Chongming nodded quickly, and shook his hand affectionately: "Brother bullying, the little Chonghachi, just did this, inexperienced and incapable, please take care of me, senior!"

The two brothers vomited to each other the bitterness of these years, and the bullying comrade remembered what he had just promised to Comrade Chongba, and flew to the roof without saying a word.

Hua Chongming's lightness kung fu is already bad, and it's unprecedented to fly over the eaves and walls at this speed. As soon as he landed on the window edge of Lin's house, Zhang Shiqi felt that his face was not right: "Brother, your face is greener than a cucumber, is it you? Did something unclean get on your body?"

Hua Chongming jumped down with his waist supported, and waved his hands to express his indifference: "Maybe I'm scared out of my wits, just go back and sew, let's look at the important things."

Zhang Shiqi is indeed a veteran, his movements are gentler than a cat, he lit up a torch with a "huh", leaned over to Hua Chongming and asked, "How is it, is the goods still there?"

Hua Chongming was sweating all over nervously, and had no time to respond to his harassment. He rummaged through a pile of classics, and finally found the green bamboo slip covered with gray stains: "Hush—let me see, what dynasty is it?" Something that can make her baby like this."

There was not a single word on the bamboo slips. Hua Chongming read it over and over again six or seven times, and then pulled Zhang Shiqi over to let him read: "Is there something wrong with my eyes? Why didn't I write anything?"

"Brother Dazhong, it's not that there's something wrong with your eyes, it's something wrong here." Zhang Shiqi poked him on the head, extinguished the fire with a "chi" sound, stood up and prepared to go home: "Let's go, Sutang, you're still the same I have to buy, I can’t do business at a loss.”

"No, this thing must not look like that." Hua Chongming got angry and forced Zhang Shiqi to think of a way, but the guy only thought about Sutang, you pushed and pulled me three or four back and forth, Hua Chongming Chongming suddenly tripped and knocked down the celadon bottle in the corner.

As expected, the sound of the bottle breaking was very crisp in the empty room. Fortunately, Zhang Shiqi had experience, so he pulled Hua Chongming into the cabinet and covered his mouth to silence him.

Sleepy-eyed Lin Chuchen held the lamp and pushed open the door. Seeing that it was just a broken pot, he didn't even bother to clean it up, so he walked out of the room, complaining all the way that the rats in the study could become smart.

The voice gradually faded away, and Zhang Shiqi and Hua Chongming in the cabinet came out with confidence, "How about it, can we go back?"

"Words...there are words!"

Hearing Hua Chongming's yelling, Zhang Shiqi hurried forward and covered his mouth, "You brat, you are not qualified for this business, go back and farm! Don't play sloppy with me there, you can't fool me!"

"Really, look, there are really words!"

Zhang Shiqi made a "cut" sound, then lit up a torch and pointed it at the letter. It didn't matter if he looked at it, his eyes were wider than a lantern: "This, this...how is this possible!"

The emerald green slips were spattered with a few blood spots at some point, the sticky blood slowly spread along the lines of the bamboo slips, and gradually distorted into strangely shaped hollow characters.

Zhang Shiqi looked back at the fragments of the celadon vase stuck in Hua Chongming's palm, then at the bamboo piece soaked in his blood, and suddenly understood: "This letter has been tampered with, if you look carefully at the lines on the bamboo piece, it is definitely not Naturally formed... Do you think it looks like a deliberate relief? Only when blood flows into these intricate small grooves can the shape of the characters be drawn."

Only half of the words on the slip appeared, but the bleeding from Hua Chongming's wound had already stopped. Now Zhang Shiqi carried forward the spirit of the world, picked up a piece of broken porcelain and cut his palm, letting the blood from the wound roll down drop by drop On bamboo slips.

What was creepy was that the bamboo slip seemed to recognize the owner, and it was also blood. The blood that flowed from Zhang Shiqi's body condensed into a ball as soon as it landed on the bamboo slip, and could not spread at all.

Now Hua Chongming figured it out, why the second sister-in-law Lin was so exaggerated in guarding against him even though it was clearly an invisible letter. In the whole world, the Green Bamboo Letter seemed to recognize him alone!

And it is estimated that only he, a Central Plains native, can understand what is written on it.

"Little brother, what is written here? Do you recognize it?"

"This is Tujinwen." Hua Chongming replied in a low voice: "A nation that was expelled from the Central Plains a long time ago. Do you know the Twilight Snow Realm? The people living in the Twilight Snow Realm are all Tujin people who survived the massacre that year , Their status in the Central Plains is very low, so almost no foreigners can understand their writing."

It was only now that Hua Chongming fully believed that he was a resident of Muxue Realm, and he also knew why his father taught him these words that he never used in life since he was a child. He believed that one day he would see these words.

What is written in the scroll is a history that has never been mentioned by any Central Plains people. To Hua Chongming, all this is like something that happened in another world.

"Don't pretend, do you know what it means?"

"Brother Zhang, I don't read many books. Let me ask you, from the records that can be proved by historical materials in the first volume to the present, is there a blank history?"

Zhang Shiqi thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "That's right, the Twilight Snow Realm seems to have suddenly appeared on the territory, and there is no historical data mentioning its origin."

Hua Chongming began to sweat coldly on his back, and put the scroll in his arms, "I'm going to find Bai Ze, brother Zhang, the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, do you dare to enter?"

"Bai Ze?" Zhang Shiqi's legs softened and he took a few steps back, threw Hua Chongming to the ground, and shouted downstairs: "Come on, someone is going to rob the prison! Come on! I am The first to discover..."

Before he finished shouting, Hua Chongming picked up a vase and threw it at the back of his head. Seeing that the Lin family was about to run up, he hurriedly stood up the unconscious Zhang Shiqi to block the door. He ran to the window at a fast speed, and at this juncture, he didn't care how high the building was, so he jumped directly.