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The guy in the toilet came back, and I moved out of the way and sat back down on my bed with the book in my hand. This time I didn't relax.

In fact, it wasn't much, it was just a work record, recording a matter of hell commissioner pulling people around, but in the end it seemed like the person who wrote the letters found out that all the missions were scams, and wanted to argue with someone, and then there was nothing left.

At that time, my thought was to immediately find my student Zheng Gaang and ask him about it, but I am already abroad, so I can only look for him after returning to China. I didn't expect that this wait would last for two years.

I put the book of the Book of Qingming in my suitcase and didn't want to touch it again. Then I threw myself into my work and gradually forgot about it. But half a year later, by chance, I remembered something else, so I opened my suitcase and took out the other two books. My heart was pounding, and after thinking for a long time, I finally picked up the second book, which was also a handwritten copy. However, I have heard of < The Darkness Biography >, it is an epic poem passed down through our western Hubei, and it was sung especially at funerals. Some people have even organized and published < The Darkness Biography >, and it has even caused a sensation.

However, due to the shock I felt from the previous book, I cautiously opened the title page. After opening it, he found that the words inside were very clear, and the calligraphy skills were no longer scribbled. When I was young, I heard it at the funeral, so I could understand it with a single glance. When I turned to the second page, I found the line space between the lines of the poem crammed with words. The words were lines of writing, sonorous and forceful, and one of them was also complaining about something, intermittent, about who he had betrayed, and now moving about in a bumpy way. It seemed like a huckster was also writing her diary.

But when I turned the page to the middle of the book, I found that the type had changed, the script had become a script, and the handwriting had changed to someone else. The words written in this book were very clear. When I saw them, I became enchanted, telling the story of two sorcerer's Apprentices, slowly taking them in as masters, then the two of them becoming awesome, and finally becoming enemies. The way this man narrated her story was like the difference between heaven and earth. It was organized, and it went through ups and downs.

I lay on the bed and looked at it for a long time. I read it non-stop for a few days. I was attracted by the plot inside and infected by the characters inside. After work every day, I would lie on my bed and read ”The Darkness Biography”. The more I read, the more I became engrossed in it, so much so that one night, while I was reading, my roommate suddenly shook me: ”Xu Gong, what are you doing?”

”I'm reading a book.” ”No,” I replied.

”What are you reading, and what are you muttering about,” his roommate said. ”You turned off the lights long ago.”

I was stunned. As expected, the lights were out, but I didn't realize it, and then I realised that even in the dark, I could read the words in the book. Could it be that the words in ”Darkness Biography” could be seen at night? Or is it that my eyes have changed and can be seen at night?

I didn't think too much about it and fell asleep. Later, I slept only at eleven o'clock every day, but when I went to sleep, the story in the book still lingered in my mind. When he woke up the next morning, he found that the number of pages he had been reading was several times more than before he had gone to sleep. After that, I stopped worrying about it.

When I finally saw the end of the story and the end of the project, I remembered that there was still a book that I had not read. So I reopened the oilskin package in my suitcase and took out the last one, and then I realized that it wasn't a book, but a notebook. There was no name on the cover.

After opening it, he found that the words inside were very delicate and exquisite. One could clearly see the handwriting of a woman. There was no explanation for the calligraphy, at least it seemed very comfortable.

I turned it over and saw that the woman's handwriting was the only thing in the entire book. There were no other words. Now let me tell you, the first line on the first page is about the head, and the words are ”Great Grandmaster.”

Now everyone knows why I went to find my student Zheng Gaang. This is a very important question to me. I have never seen that female Taoist priest before, I thought that after I return to my hometown, that female Taoist priest would suddenly appear in front of me. So, in order to resolve the confusion in my heart, I had to look for Zheng Gaang. I instinctively understood that Zheng Gaang must know something, and I had to find him and ask him who ”Xu Yunfeng” was and what was his relationship with me. Why couldn't I see those three words in ”Qingming Zhi”. In fact, I did not guess wrong. Zheng Gaang gave me his answer.