After the middle-aged man left, only Song Jiang and Ah Fu were left staring at each other with big eyes. In the end, Ah Fu climbed onto the counter first, picked up the note, smelled it and said, "Although Ah Fu doesn't know what it says, The writing on it is strange, but one can smell that the note is at least a thousand years old."
Song Jiang was a little surprised when he heard it, "Can you smell this?"
Ah Fu said with a proud look on his face, "Who am I? Can things related to paper and ink still trouble my little Ah Fu?!"
"You still don't recognize the words on it?" Song Jiang curled his lips and said.
After hearing this, Ah Fu said loudly, "Brother, I am only a few hundred years old, and this piece of paper is a thousand years old, okay?! There are many civilizations in human beings that have not been passed down. I am afraid that this kind of writing was not possible before I was born. It has disappeared in the long river of history." He said this without forgetting to tease Song Jiangdao, "It's really a joke to tell a human like you who has only lived for more than 20 years that history is like a lute."
Song Jiang saw Ah Fu, who was only a few years old, acting like an old scholar, and couldn't help but give him a slap in the face and said, "After all, you don't even know shit?!"
Ah Fu rubbed his head and said a little aggrievedly, "I can still smell the year of the paper, can you? Don't you still have to ask the Holy Lord?!"
When he thought of Meng Zhe, Song Jiang became very angry. Although he also knew that whenever Meng Zhe and Lao Xu disappeared together, they must have gone somewhere to level up and fight monsters. After all, there were some levels of mythical beasts that he took with him to catch. Somewhat cumbersome.
But what makes Song Jiang angry is that no matter where Meng Zhe goes, he should at least inform him, instead of just telling him that I am going out for a while, and then being unable to contact him for a few days and nights...
Early the next morning, Meng Zhe and Lao Xu walked into the library tiredly. When they saw Song Jiang and Ah Fu, their expressions were somewhat unnatural, but Meng Zhe quickly adjusted himself and said, "You are here too. Woolen cloth?"
Song Jiang said angrily, "Isn't this nonsense? I can't just leave Ah Fu to read the library alone if I don't come, right?!"
Although Ah Fu didn't dare to protest too obviously, he still muttered in a low voice, "If Song Jiang hadn't come here, I wouldn't have anything to eat."
After hearing this, Lao Xu immediately smoothed things over and said, "Shengjun and I are busy these days, so we forgot about little Ah Fu. I promise not to do it next time!"
Seeing that everyone was back, Song Jiang didn't want to continue to struggle with this topic, so he quickly took out the note sent by the weirdo last night and said, "Hurry up and help me see what is written on it?!"
Meng Zhe took the note and glanced at it, then frowned and said, "This kind of writing is too old. It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it for a while."
After Meng Zhe finished speaking, he handed the note to Lao Xu, who took a look at it and said, "If I remember correctly, this kind of writing should come from an ancient ethnic group called the Sari and Yi that has long since become extinct thousands of years ago. , but unfortunately, I just recognized that it was a text created by the Sari Yi people, but I couldn’t understand what the content was.”
Meng Zhe felt a hint of resentment on the note, so he asked in a deep voice, "Where did this thing come from?!"
After hearing this, Song Jiang recounted what happened last night in detail. Meng Zhe said angrily, "Why are you meddling in everything?! This note contains information from thousands of years ago. The resentment of the undead is very unfriendly to mortals."
After hearing this, Song Jiang explained, "He just wanted to seek help...it didn't seem like he had any evil intentions."
But Meng Zhe snorted softly and said, "You don't even know what kind of help someone asks you to do, so you dare to agree easily? What if you can't help me? Have you ever thought about the trouble you will get into because of this?! "
Song Jiang was a little confused when he heard this. He didn't think much about it at the time. He just looked at the other party's tattered clothes and his tongue was cut off, so he felt that he should have been a poor man when he was alive. That's why Song Jiang I want to do my best to help him...
Seeing that Song Jiang remained silent, Meng Zhe wondered if his words were a bit harsh. So he sighed and said, "Let's wait until that guy comes tonight. I'll see if there is any other way to communicate with him."
Unexpectedly, several people waited all night and didn't see the weirdo show up. But Song Jiang felt that the other person didn't look like a person who broke his word, and he looked quite anxious at the time. He shouldn't have missed the appointment, right? !
Because the other party did not show up for a long time, and no one among Song Jiang and others recognized the words on the note, Song Jiang had no choice but to take a photo of the note and post it online to see if anyone recognized the content...
Originally, Song Jiang had given up much hope. However, a few days later, when he was browsing the comments under the post, he accidentally saw someone replying to him, saying, "I have seen the text above at an ancient culture exhibition before. It’s at the art museum near Wenhua Road, but it should be over these two days.”
Song Jiang saw that this art museum happened to be near the library. Out of curiosity, he decided to go there with Meng Zhe. As a result, they learned from the staff that the art museum had indeed had such an exhibition before, but among them Most of the exhibits were replicas, and the exhibition ended in a few days.
When Song Jiang saw the end time of the exhibition, it turned out to be the day after he met the weirdo. In other words, the reason why the other person did not come to keep the appointment was most likely because he was a ghost attached to a certain exhibit. After the exhibition, The organizer took away the exhibit, and naturally also took away the ghost above.
After hearing this, Song Jiang quickly took out the piece of paper and asked, "Is there any exhibit with similar writing on it?"
The other party took the note and looked at it carefully and said, "There seems to be an ancient painting with this kind of strange writing on it, but those things are all imitations, so the writing on it may have been plagiarized from somewhere else."
When Song Jiang heard this, he asked curiously, "What kind of ancient painting is it?! What is the content painted on it?"
The other party thought for a while and said, "It's that kind of painting that looks very old and has a dark yellow color. And it's not made of paper. It seems to be made of the leather of some kind of animal. As for the content on it...it seems to be painted by someone." I can’t tell what kind of animal the tribe’s totem is, but it looks like an eagle and a wolf.”
After the two left the art museum, Song Jiang looked at the note in his hand and said, "The other person treasures this note very much. Even if I can't help him, I still want to return it to him..."
An update today...
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