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With many appearances, the process of checking the drawings was smooth.This time they finally showed the strength of the "relevant departments". Without much effort, the relevant blueprints were placed in front of several people.

"My God..." Although he was mentally prepared, Chang Sheng couldn't help but sigh after seeing the real thing.

"Let's start work." Many were also worried, but he was more resigned than Changsheng. After dragging a projector to enlarge the patterns on the fan, he took a deep breath and plunged into the ocean of drawings.

The two of them are engrossed, and Xi Shao is also busy over there.He found a notebook from nowhere, and was typing away with a serious face.

"What is he doing?" Chang Sheng glanced at Xi Shao and was aroused curiosity.

"Check the information, the situation is urgent this time, so he plans to contact his hometown to pass over the information about Yin-Yang Dao - although there are many schools of Yin-Yang Dao in Japan, there are some things that are interlinked and can be used as a reference." Many said, "Wait After we refer to this fan to find out the places that seem to have been tampered with, and then look for similar ones from his formation, we can roughly infer what those people want to do."

"...Then why is his expression so bad?" Xi Shao usually had a calm and calm face, but now his eyebrows were frowned.

"Well..." Many expressions became subtle, as if they were holding back a smile, "He just doesn't know how to use a computer."

"..." Changsheng couldn't help but glanced at Xi Shao again. Sure enough, although his expression was serious and serious, his movements of typing on the keyboard were extremely awkward, and he still used one-finger Zen. A novice who has just touched the computer does not match his elite attire at all.

"My partner is from Longhu Mountain, a genuine celestial master," Manyu tried his best to suppress his smile, but his trembling shoulders betrayed him, "People like them are very proficient in spells, but when they meet Modern technology, then completely blinded, useless like something..."

As if to testify to his words, Xi Shao turned on the phone with even more awkward movements: "How's it going? Isn't it all right?"

The person on the phone seemed to be complaining about something, Xi Shao sighed, and continued to insist: "No trouble, press any key... Which key? Any one... Okay, next time I will write a label for you to indicate any key, Press it quickly."

"Otherwise, I'll help him?" Changsheng couldn't see it anymore, and he even started to sympathize with that hard-working notebook, which fell into the hands of such a Dianbai.

"No." Many seemed to be used to the embarrassment of their partners in this situation, and smiled gleefully, "Those are all secrets, people manipulated the computer, and no one can use it except them. It’s like lifting a rock to shoot yourself in the foot.”

He glanced at Xi Shao and saw that he was sweating profusely when he was dealing with the computer, so he whispered: "Actually, this is not bad. Last time I took my partner to play a game, and when I encountered something strange, this guy couldn't send it out." Come on, do you know what he did?"

"How to do?"

"In a fit of anger, he raised his hand and hit the screen with a move of Samadhi True Fire, oh, that's called a... oh!"

Many Zhengba were happy, and suddenly there was a scream.Immediately, he plunged into the pile of drawings, and the second half of the "ow" was also buried in it, turning into a muffled sound.

What caused all this was a pen—a seemingly ordinary gel pen, but it hit many people’s backs accurately and powerfully at that moment just now, and directly sent the second half of his sentence back to his stomach. Accuracy, strength, amazing.

Afterwards, Xi Shao's cold and calm voice sounded: "Strange, where is my pen?"

"...Here it is." Many slowly raised their bodies, covered their backs with one hand, slowly picked up the pen with the other, and handed it to Xi Shao respectfully.

"Thank you." Xi Shao took the pen, lowered his head, and calmly continued to destroy the computer.

Changsheng glanced at Xi Shao, who was struggling with the computer, and then at Many who were gnashing their teeth on the pile of drawings, and silently lowered his head.

Libraries, on the other hand.

The school held the "Patriotism Education Week", and the library was no exception. A special corner was set up to store works related to the Battle of Linshan, which was convenient for Zhang Fei and the others.After taking their seats, the two younger ones quickly found the materials separately, and sat down to read them seriously, leaving Zhang Fei alone to do nothing.

He wanted to get involved, but he had been bombarded with relevant information this week and was really not in the mood.Seeing that the two didn't pay attention to him, Zhang Fei slipped to a bookshelf in the corner, touched the most interesting book, and read it slowly.

The book in his hand is called "Strange Stories from Linshan" (Zhang Fei always thought the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it), followed by a small note that said it was the Anti-Japanese War volume, Zhang Fei thought of it on a whim , I went to the nearby bookshelves to search around, and found that there are dozens of books of Linshan Zhiyi. From the end of Tang Dynasty to after the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are two bookshelves full.

Since this book is called Linshan Zhiyi, it naturally records all kinds of strange things that happened in Linshan, from the old sow next door who gave birth to a puppy to the county magistrate's third aunt hanging herself too mysteriously, it covers everything.After flipping through a few books, Zhang Fei was amazed—according to the records above, it is simply impossible for him to be a staunch believer in materialism twenty years from his birth to the present.

And what's even more amazing is that the author of each book of Strange Tales from Linshan has the surname Pu, and it is clear from the introduction that they belong to a family, which has been passed down continuously since the end of Tang Dynasty to the present.Generation after generation, people work hard without asking for rewards, and take recording gossip as their own responsibility. What kind of spirit is this?

Zhang Fei was amazed, and couldn't help but read it seriously—well, this story is called "Mr.

"How?" Song Guimu put down the thick hardcover book in his hands when he flipped the page, his eyes rolled around, and still landed on Zhong Cuo who was directly opposite.

"Something interesting." Zhong Cuo handed over a book at hand, "This book contains some information about Abeno Koichi, including interviews with Japanese prisoners."

"The prisoner said that Abeno Koichi was obsessed with strange powers and chaos, even when he went to the battlefield, he would always be accompanied by a mage he brought from Japan."

The author of this book is a descendant of the martyrs back then. Of course, it is impossible to say anything good about Abeno Koichi in the book. The reason why this dialogue was selected was to ridicule him for being so superstitious as the commander of the Japanese army.But in the eyes of two professionals, this passage has different meanings.

"The mage brought from Japan? Could it be that one..."

"Based on age, it should be his grandparents."

"Is there anything else?"

"It only said that the mage was very young, and Abeno Hiroshi respected him very much, and even asked his opinion before marching—but the captive himself found it strange that the instructions given by the mage seemed to be groundless There is no evidence, but afterward it is found to be correct, just like he really has magical powers."

"It's no wonder he doesn't have mana... If he is really an expert in the way of yin and yang, he can do a lot on the battlefield. If there is such a character over there, how did he win that battle back then?"

"The Linshan side actually took advantage of a lot that day." Zhong Cuo revealed the knowledge he had just acquired, "The battle was fought across the Linshui River. The Linshui River, which used to flow slowly, was abnormal that day. The turbulence caused a lot of trouble for the Japanese army. In addition, the weather was extremely bad that day, and it was difficult for the Japanese aircraft to carry out effective strikes on the ground, so it insisted on withstanding the Japanese offensive and supported it until the arrival of reinforcements."

"Didn't that sorcerer succeed?" Song Guimu knocked on the table to express his bewilderment, "If he was here, it shouldn't be like this..."

"And you, what did you find?"

"What I found was a strange thing. In the middle of the battle that day, the head of the self-defense regiment suddenly disappeared." Song Guimu said, "However, the content of this paragraph is vague, and it is only mentioned roughly, probably because it is not suitable for advanced examples. "

"Missing?" Zhong Cuo frowned, "Escaped? Or was he murdered?"

"It can't be that he escaped. If someone did the trick, what's the use of killing a regiment leader? ——In fact, it's really useless." Song Guimu pinched his brows, "I thought about it This person is actually an undercover agent, but when I think about it later, if the head of the regiment is an undercover agent, it would be so useless if the Japanese could lose this battle, hey hey..."

"What's the commander's name?"

"The name is quite strange, Wu Qingjiao."

The two looked at each other, and their eyebrows were tightly knitted—they seemed to have found some clues, but they still didn't know anything about what Qi Caohui wanted to do in Linshan.

"Guess, what do they want to do?" Song Guimu COS Yixiu finally gave up after turning his fingers on his head for a long time, "According to my previous experience, if you can't figure it out no matter what, then you might as well make a bold assumption, anyway 1% chance of being right."

"Guess what?" Zhong Cuo was about to say something, but Song Guimu waved his hand to stop him.He tore off two pieces of paper and handed the wrong one to Zhong: "Write it down, read it in a different way, and finally see whether you are right or I am right."

He rolled his eyes at this kind of childish misreporting, but he still did as he said.The two exchanged the paper in their hands, their faces were surprised at the same time, and then they understood.

Glancing at Zhong Cuo, Song Guimu turned his head and felt sick: "Unexpectedly, I have a heart-to-heart with you...Evil, I will definitely lose my life."

Three veins popped out of Zhong Cuo's head: "It seems that I should practice hard. If I am at the same level as you, I will suffer a big loss sooner or later."

The rarely relaxed atmosphere between the ghost king and the exorcist vanished in an instant. The two people's eyes met, and countless crackling electric sparks burst out.

Just as the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger here, there was a sudden burst of weird laughter from the side—the laughter was three parts pleasant and seven parts rippling, which made people's backs go numb.

The sound source is naturally holding a copy of Linshan Zhiyi, who is happy to read Zhang Fei. He leans on the bookshelf, resting his chin in one hand and holding the book in the other. stand up extraordinarily...

Owe!

Song Guimu still had a smile on his face, but reached into his pocket and pinched a few thin pieces of paper.Zhong Cuo's expression was calm, but the blue veins on his forehead were beating more and more cheerfully, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists - if he was to say that he was at a disadvantage, the reading area was too small, so he took out the wrong knife to pose a few poses, Don't even think about Zhang Fei's next month's salary (if he still has it).

...or is that good too?

Over there, Zhang Fei didn't know that the disaster was imminent, and he was just seeing the climax - the author's writing style is quite good, there is not a single dirty word in the whole article, but the pretty female ghost is vividly written, which makes people's index fingers move... ...a big move.

Zhang Fei's shoulders trembled suddenly, and four murderous gazes came from behind him. Even if he didn't look back, he could still imagine the expressions of the two behind him at this time.But Zhang Fei deserves to be Zhang Fei, I saw him calmly put down the book in his hand, picked up the "Linshan Tales: Anti-Japanese War Volume" which he had forgotten long ago, and read while reading: "Well, it is really tragic... "

"What did you find?" The word Zhong Cuo said was a piece of ice that hit Zhang Fei's back.

It was also Zhang Fei's luck that a page he opened at random actually recorded an incident at that time, and he quickly read it out like a treasure: "I'll read it to you——During the war, everyone in the city saw a green dragon hovering around On the other hand, there was a long mournful cry, and everyone who heard it burst into tears... Eh, dragon?"

Halfway through the words, he also felt that something was wrong, so he stopped quickly.Zhong Cuo shook his head and sighed silently, Song Guimu said coolly: "Come on, real dragons have been extinct for 800 years, but there is a dragon outside the city, but it's a pity that it's dead—what kind of nonsense book are you reading?"

While talking, he himself came over and took away the book Zhang Fei was reading just now.After a few glances, his expression became weird: "We are looking for information, but you are actually reading pornographic books?"

"This is not a little porn book... Uh, I mean, I've been looking up information!" Zhang Fei tried to justify himself, but the two people in front of him obviously didn't intend to believe him, and one or two of them looked hot He roasted it on the fire.

But it turns out that Zhang Fei is lucky today.At this critical moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Mr. Zhang!" Chang Sheng's voice came from the phone, "We found it! It's the Ghost Summoning Formation!"

"Summoning ghosts?" Zhang Fei was taken aback.

"The formation is very large, spread all over the old Linshan District... Teacher, who do you think they want to wake up?"

"Old district in Linshan?" Zhang Fei muttered, brows gradually furrowed, "Isn't that... the main battlefield back then?"

Clang!

The exquisite tea set was swept to the ground and smashed to pieces.The culprit who caused all this had a gloomy face and paced the room restlessly.

Ever since he practiced Yin-Yang Dao, Qicaohui had never suffered such a big loss—an ordinary person with no background dared to treat him!

"Hui Jun..." In the solemn atmosphere, a trembling female voice sounded, "Please don't get angry."

"...Sorry." Nanaohui pressed her temples to calm herself down, "It's just a little irritable."

"I can't get the fan back now, what should I do?" At this time, another voice sounded inappropriately, "If I remember correctly, that fan is necessary, right?"

"Shinji-kun!" Harada Kaori looked at him reproachfully, but Abeno Shinji turned his head away - he respected the strong, but Nanao Hui could suffer a loss in the face of a Chinese teacher, so how could he deserve his respect?

What's more... his eyes swept across Harada Kaori, Abeno Shinji snorted softly, and squinted at Nanakusa Teru, as if provocative.

"Don't worry." At this time, Qicaohui calmed down, "Even if I can't get back the Shegui Fan, I can still complete the plan."

He glanced at Abeno Shinji, and was satisfied to see that the other party still looked away, not daring to look directly at him.Nanaohui smiled, turned and walked into his room.

After locking the door, Nanaohui took a deep breath, reached into the neckline, and pulled out a long and thin silk thread.

On it, hung his greatest reliance.

Holding hands tightly, Nanaohui calmed down and called "that person" who was sleeping inside.

"What's wrong?" A deep voice sounded in his mind, with a chill that made him feel cold all over.

No matter how many times he tried, he would still be afraid of this voice... Gritting his teeth, Nanao Hui tried his best to say briefly: "I lost my fan, I need help."

"Lost? How did you lose it?"

"It was... a Chinese."

There was a cold snort of dissatisfaction in his mind, and then the voice said: "Okay, I will help you."

Before Qicaohui could be happy, the voice added: "However, this time, I won't be satisfied with just a few sacrifices... You still need to pay more."

Under the watchful eyes of the three people in the hall, the door finally opened again.

Qicaohui came out. At this moment, he didn't have any gloomy face on his face, but relaxed and at ease.

He also ignored the three people who were waiting, and dialed the phone casually: "Hello? Guisang?"

"Ah, it's me."

"I've found the right time, the plan, and I'm ready to start."

"Fan? Don't worry—"

"He's not going to get in my way, and neither are 'they' you're talking about."

On the contrary, it may also become my help...

After hanging up the phone, Qicaohui looked at the people in the room: "Get ready, our game is about to start."

The smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cruel, Nanaohui looked at his companions, and said softly: "I have been preparing for so long, now, I have to have a good time."