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morning.

Zhang Yueyao told Zhang Yucheng all the news she found.

Police are continuing to investigate.

So no conclusion yet.

However, homicide is increasingly likely.

Otherwise, the puddle of water next to the body cannot be explained.

After hearing the news, Zhang Yucheng didn't know what he felt in his heart.

Midnight bell?

This is ridiculous.

He would rather believe that the ancestors of the Zhang family really had magical powers in history than believe that there would be supernatural phenomena in the modern world.

Why?

If ghosts and gods really appeared, then when China was invaded by the devils, and when the Dragon Kingdom was ravaged by the imperial cavalry, where were the gods?

What have you been doing?

If nothing else, where are the Zhang family ancestors?

Where is the Heavenly Master and Daozu?

Are we just going to watch the land of China being poisoned?

Descendants were tortured and killed?

Thinking hard.

So Zhang Yucheng refused to believe it.

He always felt that there must be something else hidden in it.

Wait a minute.

It will take a few days until the police come to a conclusion.

So, the day passed by in a hurry.

Throughout the whole day, Zhang Yucheng was in a daze and did not broadcast anymore. He just stayed at his residence doing nothing.

And Chen Feng's program has no highlights.

He didn't take another step.

It was just a peaceful day.

……

The next day.

On the campus of Hudong University of Science and Technology.

Zhang Yueyao rushed to the library again and came to the place where Zhou Tong usually sat.

He hasn't come yet.

His belongings were on the table.

This is a typical example of long-term occupancy.

Zhou Tong is a game addict. When he doesn't have classes, he usually goes to the library to play games.

Zhang Yueyao sat opposite.

Picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Unfortunately, no one answered.

No choice but to wait.

Time passes slowly.

When it was almost 11 o'clock at noon, Zhang Yueyao couldn't help but made another call, and this time the call was finally connected.

"Hey, Zhou Tong, where are you?"

"Home."

Zhou Tong's voice was extremely hoarse.

And it sounds very wrong.

Zhang Yueyao had an ominous premonition in her heart and quickly asked, "Zhou Tong, what's wrong? Does your voice sound wrong?"

"My father... died."

"what?"

Zhang Yueyao was startled: "What's going on? What happened?"

"My dad...watched the video clip Liu Bo mentioned last night. As a result...he died mysteriously in the middle of the night."

Zhang Yueyao: "..."

"Zhang Yueyao, my father may have been killed by Yamamura Sadako."

Zhang Yueyao realized the nonsense for the first time and asked doubtfully: "Zhou Tong, what was the cause of your father's death? Did the forensic autopsy do it? Even if there is something wrong with that video clip, it would have to be seven days later, right? How could he die that night?"

"I don't know, I really don't know. My dad died miserably, and he was scared to death. His heart even burst. What's going on? Wuwu, Zhang Yueyao, what happened? My dad just watched Why did he die after making a video, wuwuwuwu.”

Zhou Tong collapsed and cried.

Zhang Yueyao's eyes darkened.

Zhou Tong is the only boy among her few friends who has seen her true face.

The relationship between the two is not bad.

Listening to his friend's crying, Zhang Yueyao gritted his teeth and said seriously: "Zhou Tong, I will find a way to help you find your father's murderer. Just wait for me."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Then, he adjusted himself, took a deep breath, picked up his cell phone and dialed his grandfather Zhang Yucheng's number.

After a while.

The call is connected.

"Hey, Grandpa."

"Hey, my dear granddaughter. Haha, grandpa is eating. What? Have you decided when to come back?"

Zhang Yueyao forced a smile: "No, I'm bored. I want to chat with you."

"Okay."

On the phone, Zhang Yucheng's voice was full of relief.

So, the two started chatting.

Rambling.

Almost seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Yueyao suddenly changed the topic: "Grandpa, I suddenly remembered something. When I was a child, I remember you told me that in theory, the Taoist talisman spell seems to simply put the spell outline and the talisman together. Ordinary people can also activate the spell, right?"

"Hey? Yaoyao, why do you suddenly think of asking this? What? What happened?"

Zhang Yueyao quickly smiled and said: "No, it's just... watching Chen Feng's premiere in the past two days, everyone began to discuss our Tianshi Sect. So I just... you know? I also recalled a lot of things. "

"Hehehe, Yaoyao, if you like it, come back during the Chinese New Year this year, and grandpa will tell you more."

Zhang Yueyao nodded: "Okay, you can tell me more when the time comes. But tell me now, can the talisman spells take effect simply by putting them together?"

"Theoretically it can indeed work. But you also know that grandpa is also an ordinary person. I have never tried it, but our Zhang family's ancestral records say so."

Zhang Yueyao's eyes flashed and she asked softly: "Then...are there any taboos?"

"Of course."

Zhang Yucheng's voice became more serious: "First of all, it is best to burn incense to purify yourself before casting a spell. Secondly, when activating the spell, you must silently recite the Infinite Heavenly Lord. Finally, once the spell is activated, the energy of heaven and earth communicates, and you must be able to stabilize the communication bridge. . Otherwise, chaos in the energy of heaven and earth will lead to catastrophe."

Zhang Yueyao frowned: "What kind of disaster will it cause?"

"It may... attract inexplicable things, or release something strange. In short, it is very dangerous."

Zhang Yueyao blinked: "Then...are our Zhang family members capable of stabilizing the communication bridge?"

"That's not good."

Zhang Yucheng's voice sighed: "Not everyone in the Zhang family can inherit the bloodline of the Heavenly Master. I heard my grandfather once mentioned that the descendants who truly inherit the bloodline of the Heavenly Master will have several strands of golden hair between the buns on their foreheads. Of course, this is just a legend. At least I have never seen any of you children with golden hair in their buns."

Zhang Yueyao: "..."

She silently took out a small mirror and put it on the table, and then opened the hair on her head in front of the mirror.

There are a few strands of golden hair hidden between the top of the black hair.

It looks very eye-catching.

A strange look appeared on Zhang Yueyao's face.

At this time, Zhang Yucheng seemed to feel that his granddaughter was too focused on what he was asking today, and the questions were very detailed, so he couldn't help but become suspicious: "I said Yaoyao, you..."

"Oops, grandpa, I suddenly need to urinate."

Zhang Yueyao suddenly said anxiously: "I won't tell you anymore. I have to pee. I'm in a hurry."

"You girl."

Zhang Yucheng said in a rather helpless voice: "How old are you? You still...have to hold it in until you feel the need to pee? Okay, go ahead."

"Bye, grandpa."

Zhang Yueyao quickly hung up the phone.

The smile on his face also disappeared.

She silently looked at the strands of golden hair in her hair.

These blond hairs grew out when she turned eighteen.

At first, she thought she had a few stray hairs, so she plucked them out without mercy.

But it grew back a few days later.

And it's still a small wisp.

Zhang Yueyao was dumbfounded.

Can't hold it anymore.

A handful.

They were all pinched and painful.

So, she could only hide this strand of blonde hair between her hair and completely cover it up.

I really didn't expect to hear such explosive information from my grandfather today.

So, this is not a stray hair?

Have you inherited the true bloodline of a Heavenly Master?

Zhang Yueyao was stunned for a while.

After a moment, she suddenly came to her senses, then picked up her phone, quickly opened the photo album, slowly opened a sub-album with a custom name called 'Private Photos', and flipped through the photos inside.

Inside, there are densely packed photos of book pages.

They were all pages from some kind of ancient book.

Zhang Yueyao flipped through the pages one by one and pulled out a photo of an old withered page. In the photo, the ancient paper had Taoist edicts painted on it.

And there's a spell underneath.

The name of the curse outline clearly states the words 'Returning the God Curse'.