Ji Canghai hesitated for a moment, his voice as low as a child who made a mistake.
"Actually, I am not what you see, I..."
I looked at him in astonishment, not expecting him to take the initiative to mention this issue.
I deliberately put on a dissatisfied look and said, "I'm so drunk that I'm so drunk. Don't drink like that in the future."
After a pause, I forced another smile.
"Anyway, it's not a big deal. It's just dizzy. Besides, without you, we may not be the match for those two people."
This time, Ji Canghai's face was also full of surprise.
Although he is very dangerous when he is ill, I still don't want to reveal the secret about bipolar disorder.
For anyone, this kind of thing is nothing more than satisfying the curiosity.
For him, it was like opening his wounds alive, then making them public, and finally being pitied.
What is the difference between this and Lingchi?
However, in addition to protecting his heart, what I should do more is to find out why he suddenly became ill.
Maybe he will recover one day?
I looked at my watch and yawned: "Okay, let's go back and go to bed early."
"Wait me a moment."
I looked down at him and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"The phone card is burnt and has blocked the ant hole. Wait for me."
"Ant hole, does it take so long to poke it?"
Ji Canghai chuckled: "It's not easy for people to buy a house. It's also difficult for ants to build a nest."
"You have to take your time. If you make other people's houses collapse, they will be scolded by ants."
I suddenly found Ji Canghai very interesting. A person who is decisive in killing could actually feel sympathy for ants.
No matter how violent this person is, he is not a bad person at heart.
On the way back, Ji Canghai suddenly asked about the book called Ghost Filial Piety Classic.
I didn't hide anything, I chose to tell everything, and even told him about Chen Changming raising ghosts and selling ghosts.
He has been in Nanyang for so many years, and he knows very well about raising ghosts.
I don't know why, but when he heard the word "raising a kid," Ji Canghai's face turned cold obviously.
Maybe, because he has been exposed to it too much, he will be disgusted with this kind of thing, right?
According to him, in places like Nanyang, raising little ghosts is not a secret, but it is divided into Buddha cards and ghost cards, both of which can attract wealth.
However, the former attracts positive wealth, while the latter transfers the money from the second half of life to the first half of life in advance.
To put it bluntly, this is like a credit card. When the overdraft reaches a certain level, retribution will come.
Regarding "The Book of Ghost Filial Piety", Ji Canghai is happy to help translate it.
This is undoubtedly the greatest good news for me.
His presence filled all my blanks.
In this way, not only can I avenge myself, but I may also be able to uproot Chen Changming.
Let him never think of harming anyone again in this life!
However, when we opened the book excitedly, Ji Canghai fell into silence.
"I can't fully recognize this word."
"ah?"
I looked at Ji Canghai, who was frowning in confusion: "You have been in Nanyang for more than ten years, and you don't know how to read?"
Ji Canghai flipped through the book little by little, his brows knitting into knots: "No, this book is very strange."
"Strange?"
"How to say?"
He pointed to several words that looked like tadpoles: "Look, this is ancient Nanyang writing."
"Also, this is Tianzhuwen."
As his fingers continued to slide across the book, he kept mumbling: "I have never seen this word before."
…
When I look at this thing, it's the same as looking at a heavenly book. I can't see any difference at all.
I can only make a reference suggestion: "Is there any place where I can compare this?"
Ji Canghai curled his lips and shook his head: "That's terrible. It's almost impossible to find books with ancient Nanyang characters. There is almost no inheritance of Tianzhu characters, and there is no comparison at all."
He closed the book in frustration: "To put it bluntly, there are only a few words in this book that I recognize."
This sentence extinguished all my enthusiasm.
Ji Canghai is the only person around me who can understand this thing, and he has nothing to do now.
I nodded sadly: "Forget it, let's go to bed first."
"Um."
Ji Canghai hesitated for a moment: "I still have some friends in Nanyang. Let me try to contact them and see if there is anything I can do."
I take this as a comfort.
