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So I opened the book again, and this time I could feel a chill coming from the pages. I shivered. This time, I looked even more attentively. Starting from the first page, I discovered a very strange thing. The words on the back of the page are all different. In ancient times, there was a shortage of paper. The pages must have been printed on both sides of the book, but the back of the book was blank, leaving it for later generations to write on. I thought about it. It was probably not printed, but copied and not written on the back — that's another story, I don't understand.

But now, someone on the back has written a lot of words with a ballpoint pen. It seems that someone wrote a note on this book before me. I was more interested in the note, so I began to look at it. However, the calligraphy written by this person was too terrible. It made me dizzy and my brain bulge. He kept saying that he was a hell commissioner or something, and even saying things like ”inertia” or ”nothingness”. After looking at it for a while, I got tired of it and decided not to look at it anymore. Suddenly, I found a person's name inside. I recognized it.

Everyone should know that I accidentally saw the name ”Zheng Gaang”.

I was shocked, this book about the hell commissioner actually had the name of someone I know! I immediately thought back to the time when Zheng Gaang hid in the sewer.

Due to my curiosity, I started to carefully read the notes that were scribbled on it. I roughly understood that this person was also a hell commissioner, and he listed the names of several hell commissioner s that came from my home in Yichang. There was a person called ”Motherfucker Wu” in the Western Dam, there was also some ”Auntie Qin” in Xing Shan, and there was even a ”Wang-mu Gouzi” in the current Yang … Dozens of people, including the ”Zheng Gaang” that I know, because their age and address are all correct, I can be sure of that. Judging from his tone, he was very respectful to one of the hell commissioner s, who was surnamed Zhao. The others all had a look of despise — — It looks like he was a very awesome hell commissioner as well.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. These books must have been stolen by the female Taoist priest in my luggage. With so many of her subordinates protecting him, bringing these books into my luggage shouldn't be a problem. Her goal must be for me to write a story about the hell commissioner. It looks like she had already investigated me before, otherwise, how would she know that I would publish an article online. I know there are a lot of great people in this world, and there are quite a few who have government backgrounds, so I'm not surprised to know where the book came from.

But to make an atheist like me write a ghost story about the hell commissioner, it's f * cking hard for me. I held up the book and kept thinking. At this moment, my colleague, who was playing mahjong beside me, wanted to go to the toilet, so he asked me to go to the toilet. I sat down in the mahjong position, still reading the book, playing mahjong with one hand and holding the book with the other.

A colleague who was beside me saw my strange posture, so he immediately looked at the book and laughed. ”Xu Gong, there is a person whose name is very similar to yours!”

I asked curiously, ”Which name?”

”Xu Yunfeng.” His colleague said, ”Isn't that similar?”

I was stunned and immediately flipped through the entire book. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see this name. His colleague immediately pointed to the page, ”That's the name.”

I was dumbfounded, because I couldn't see anything except blank space where my colleague's fingers touched me. My colleague asked me, ”Why did your face change? What kind of book is this? It's weird.”

I handed the book to my colleague. ”Do you still have these three words?”

A colleague pointed out several places in succession, ”Here, here... Isn't it all? Sigh, why is your face getting more and more pale? ”

I felt my forehead break out in a sweat, because wherever my colleagues touched me, all I saw was blank, which meant that I couldn't see the three words that other people could see. This, this, was completely unexplainable. I was getting more and more panicked. I kept thinking about that weird female Taoist priest in the airport where I met him by chance. There must be a reason for this. I was being watched, and that person was definitely going to be a sham or a psychological hint.