Slowly, I began to calm down, because I felt that this ghost was asking for something from me and had no intention of harming me. The trouble was that this ghost could only say one sentence.

"Mu...Xiao...Tong...help...help...me."

Brother, you are in a difficult situation. You always ask me to help you, but you ask me how to help you! Just one sentence is useless? Do you want me to guess?

Just when I was helpless, a writing brush and a book suddenly flew out of the closet.

The book was floating in the air, turning page after page, and the brush was flying in the air, instantly drawing a golden pattern and hitting it directly on the female ghost's body.

The female ghost let out a shrill scream and disappeared instantly. I was confused. What was going on here? When did these two things appear in my room?

Feeling that there was no pressure on his body, he was too lazy to think. He hurriedly got up and turned on the light, holding the knife in his hand and looking around cautiously.

After confirming that there was no danger, I breathed a sigh of relief. I stood up, found a rope and tied the knife around my waist. Then I opened a bottle of beer and took a long sip. Only then did my tense nerves stabilize.

Putting down the beer bottle, I looked at the books and brushes on the table with a confused face. When I saw the book, I couldn't help but get excited. Could this be the Book of Thousand Talismans that Marshal Jian was talking about?

I picked up the book and looked it up and down, and there were indeed three words written on it, but I couldn’t understand what it was written on, and I didn’t know which era it was from.

I opened it and took a look. The first page contained text with pictures, and the second and subsequent pages were all blank.

My friend is very confused, why is it all blank at the end? Is it like what is said in the novel, because the level is not high enough so I can’t see it? Or can I learn the second page only after learning the first page?

However, I can probably understand the image, it’s just a few postures, but the text is fucked up, it’s the same type of text as written.

The buddy turned on the computer and checked for a long time, and then he found the three words on the paper, which were indeed called the Book of Thousand Talismans, but what the hell, the whole book was filled with oracle bone inscriptions from thousands of years ago.

When I saw those text introductions, my mind was like a million horses galloping around. How can I learn this? It took me hours to look up just one word, and it would take me several lifetimes to look up the entire book without eating or drinking.

Extremely depressed, he threw down the Thousand Talisman Album, lit a cigarette, sat on the bed, smoked and thought about what the black figure said.

"She said she wanted me to help her? Why should I help her? Move a grave? Redress a grievance? Or ask for money? But I haven't seen any dead people or graves recently?"

The sudden ghost on the bed and the inexplicable words made me puzzled. I thought about it for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason.

After stubbing out the cigarette butt, I picked up my phone and looked at the time. It was almost half past four, so I simply didn't sleep. I sat at the table and opened my laptop to check my story collection.

"A, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, shit! Hundreds of thousands of reads, it's a hit!"

My eyes bulged when I saw the data from Story Collection. It had more than 130,000 reads and more than 2,000 yuan in revenue, which increased several thousand times.

I danced with excitement. This was the first time my friend had a hit in his writing career. I was so excited that I almost cried.

I drank several sips of beer in a row, and then I suppressed my excitement. I excitedly went to the comment area and saw, damn! They were all scolding me again.

But I don’t care, as long as you have money, you can scold me as much as you like. Anyway, I won’t hear you, so I’m going to strike while the iron is hot and adapt my recent experience into a story.

But just when I was sorting out my thoughts, my head suddenly buzzed, and then my memory seemed to have a bug, and all my memories became blurred.

The old woman at the foot of the mountain, the black-haired monster in the woods, Granny Huang and the little girl in Huangcun, the weasel on the mountain, the black weasel in the temple, all their faces have become very blurry. I can only roughly remember what I experienced, but

I can't remember the faces of those people or the specific plot.

I kept slapping myself on the head, but the result was still disappointing. The experience of the past few days seemed like I had had a long, long nightmare, and their faces were still blurry in my mind.

I'm confused. How come this is exactly the same as what I had last month? What's going on? Why do I keep losing my memory these past two months?

I picked up the phone and prepared to dial Liu Sheng's number, wanting to ask if he had the same memory problem as me.

I hung up the phone just after dialing the number. Liu Sheng must still be sleeping, so it was best not to disturb him.

I rubbed my temples sadly, smoked a cigarette and kept thinking about what happened in the past two months.

After thinking hard for a long time, a fragment suddenly appeared in my mind. A month ago, my friend went out and bumped into an old man. Then the old man wanted to sell two things to his friend for a price of one thousand.

Then, my friend negotiated the price and bought it for 20 yuan, and then...fuck! I was tricked.

When I think of this, if I can't figure out what's going on, I will really become a fool. Ever since I bumped into that old man, strange things have been happening.

But then I thought, could this be an opportunity to turn around? After all, the protagonist in the novel will get some golden fingers when encountering this kind of situation.

For example, the awesome system, the invincible physique, the old man in the ring, the inheritance of skills, etc... I will defy all the monsters.

Could this old man be the old man in the book? Or the old man in the brush? If so, wouldn't he want to counterattack? From now on, he will get rid of his identity as a diaosi.

Thinking of this, my friend was so excited that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. I lit a cigarette and lay on the table, looking at the brush and the Thousand Talisman Album and trying to shout a few times.

"Grandpa Shu? Grandpa Pen? System? Hello! Are you there? If so, can you please reply? Hello! Hello! Marshal Jian, old man Jian..."
Chapter completed!