I closed the copy of the practitioner Cen Gongwang's codex notes and put it back in its place.

Man has words, and beasts have beast words.

The ghost text that most ghosts can't understand is also one of them.

I used to learn from Lao Mo for a while, but I didn't study anymore after that, and I didn't have much contact with and use it.

I didn't learn much, but now that I think about it, I really can't remember much.

Legend has it that the number of ghost texts is constant, there are so many in total, and there are no more than five fingers of people in the world who still know them.

Of course, this is not a half-bucket of water like me.

At the very least, you have to be able to understand most of the characters.

Although I don't recognize much, I can be sure that the imprint on the yellow paper at the moment is not the ghost text we know at all.

In this way, it just coincides with the strange text recorded by Cen Gongwang.

It's just that I'm not Cen Gongwang, and I don't want to die like him, so I wisely didn't continue to investigate, but looked for other possibilities.

When I searched again, after almost an hour, I finally gave up.

It's too obscure and redundant, and it doesn't help me with my questions right now.

After all, there are too few cultivators who dare to touch the Book of Life and Death, or too few cultivators who can run back.

And the book of life and death is not a contract, and it does not require your signature, so no matter who lives or dies, you will not see this treasure.

From this point of view, both Cen Gongwang and Sun Dasheng have a fight, but his final ending is a bit miserable.

I can't get any more information from the library.

So I chose to go back to it.

When I went back, I realized that most of the day had passed.

Huang Bawang couldn't bear it, they had already gone out for a walk, and now they haven't come back, and I suddenly found that I was the only one left in the office.

If it weren't for the constant noise and aroma of the food next door, I would have wondered if I had entered some illusion again.

Snow days in Yangcheng are not common, especially in this kind of heavy snow in late autumn.

Huang Bawang: They don't plan to come back for a while.

I had to go next door and bring two dishes back.

It's not my character to only be beaten and not fight back, and the last two incidents have made me very angry.

I'm not going to study the book of life and death, because I know that's not something I should be thinking about.

But there are definitely fewer people who know this kind of writing than there are people who know ghost writing.

If I can get a list or something, I'm getting closer and closer to the people who are going to do it to me.

I can go to someone and ask about this text.

This kind of thing can definitely not be counted on Judge Cui, his favor has almost run out, and besides, he is not very reliable.

The rest of the options are not very much, and you can only choose from the bull head and horse noodles.

The horse face will not be able to get out of the body for a while, so I can only choose the bull's head.

But the bull head is also troublesome, and I don't want to risk bothering him if it wasn't necessary.

"Forget it, let's wait and talk about it. ”

I thought to myself, and pressed the intention of asking the bull head.

While I was eating lunch alone, the door of the office was pushed open.

I glanced up, and a tall, thin middle-aged man walked in from outside.

The man had only a ring of hair on his head, blown by the wind like a weed, and with thick glasses.

Instead of a briefcase, he had a notebook bag under his armpit.

Seeing him like this, I guessed his identity eight or nine times and did not leave ten.

There is a good chance that this person is a programmer.

It's cold outside, but there's a lot of sweat on this person's face.

He probably hadn't eaten, and after smelling the enticing aroma of the food, his Adam's apple visibly moved up and down a few times.

I'm not going to invite someone I don't know to lunch, even though that person is likely to be my next client.

This man was dressed in a modest way and didn't look like someone who could afford my exorbitant commission.

But I'm not Zheng Fatty, there is no rule that he wants money to die, since Zheng Fatzi ran away, I have always been entrusted with the fate method.

As long as I think it's okay, it's more or less a fate......

Well, let's not go any further.

Of course, it doesn't count when I slaughter Lu Zhenren.

"What's your name?" I said casually, folding the yellow paper on the side of my computer and setting it aside.

"My surname is Zhang. ”

The man said a few words dryly, and then said nothing.

I didn't care, and instead of continuing to ask him what his name was, I changed to other questions.

"Did you come to us with any commission that you wanted us to solve?"

The man hugged the computer and nodded, and for the first time I saw a mixture of regret, frustration, fear, and some inexplicable emotion on a person's face.

In short, it's complicated.

I can understand the apprehension of the people who came to the office, but this person was clearly the best of the bunch.

I was still thinking about the weird yin in my heart, and I was a little angry when I saw him like this, so I said, "It's okay to say something directly!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhang nodded again, and after sitting down, he gently put down the computer bag in his hand.

"Can you really handle that kind of thing here?" the middle-aged man surnamed Zhang said in a mysterious tone, sounding like it was easy to associate with other aspects.

I nodded, and I didn't speak this time, because I hadn't finished lunch yet.

The man swallowed again, and then said, "I'm here to ask for your help, I found it here from the Internet." ”

I once cast a wide net, basically advertising online.

"Okay, then tell me first, what's going on. I tossed the last piece of meat into my mouth and looked at the person across from me.

The man stroked the already thin hair on his head and said slowly, "I used to have a wife. ”

"Because of my work, I often worked overtime and didn't pay enough attention to her, and in the end, when she fell ill, I didn't even take much care of her? ”

The man continued, "I suddenly realized that I loved her so much......"

He said it wasn't over yet.

"So I plan to use my own method to 'resurrect' her. ”

The man said, his eyes wandering as he looked at the laptop on the table.

"My job is to tinker with some language programs, so I'm going to make an artificial intelligence..."

I was stunned for a moment, this span seemed to be a little bigger.

But I didn't say much, just listened as he continued.

"My strength is limited, I know what I can do, I know what I can't do, and when I say intelligence, I just mean to put my wife's voice before her death or something. ”

(End of chapter)