After a few days of delay, the matter of white peach was finally resolved. Although both my aunt and Yuanzhi continued to live peacefully as if nothing had happened, it was good that they would not leave some unpleasant experiences. Qin Chuyi said that the flower pots we had built before had already sprouted when he arrived. I don't know if I will go to my grandmother's house in a few years, and I will see a moving scene like in Granny Chen's yard, which suddenly comes like a spring breeze overnight, and the white peaches bloom.

Before leaving, I went to the Xu family ancestral hall and borrowed some books from the ancestral hall's storage room. Uncle Yan saw that I was going to take it away, and persuaded me to stay in the ancestral hall several times, but I couldn't resist my clever words, and my identity as the chief was still there, so he had to explain a lot of words, what can't be lost, can't be shown to others, and he can't wait to follow me every day. I agreed to them all, and I don't know who Yan Bo's patriarch was in the last term, and the selection was really in place.

Among these books, there is a "Dream Control Character Copy", which records all the dream masters of the past dynasties. Each generation of dreamers has their own detailed records, including life, abilities, deeds, and some even self-portraits. I looked at the people who looked almost exactly like the ones in my high school history textbook and hurriedly flipped through them. But don't say it, this book is like the book of life and death of Lord Yama in my pocket, and I always feel that there is some special function. I didn't know most of the people in the book, so I had to skip and go straight to the back to check the account about my grandfather.

[1937# Xu Qingrang, the word Wen Gong, 1937-2005, died of myocardial infarction, the cause is unknown. Before his death, he had dreaming, dreaming, and dream exorcism, especially good at dream exortion, and combined with his own skills, he created an original dream doctor. He has used dream control techniques to cure thousands of patients, and has never done evil. Before his death, he was engaged in the research of the dream master's bloodline genes and traceability, and assisted the clan in finding special heterogeneity, although he did not find it, he gained a lot. The results of his research were recorded in the ancestral hall after his death for future generations to learn from. ]

Seeing this, I frowned. This has obviously been written to die of a heart attack, why add that the reason is unknown? In addition, what is the specific heterogeneity research, I never heard that my grandfather was engaged in this kind of research when I was a child.

I flipped through a few other volumes in search of the so-called research results, and one of them, a notepad with a bulging black cover, caught my eye. I had seen this notebook in my grandfather's room, and it was in his big drawer. Although I haven't opened it before, I'm sure that it shouldn't be an important research result to be released so publicly.

When I opened the book, I realized that I had made a mistake. Every page in it was pasted with content cut from other newspapers and magazines, most of which were related to dreams, and my grandfather also attached some notes of his own to the side, making a lot of summaries, which seemed to be his painstaking work. In addition to these cut-and-paste, there are some diary-like things. I read a few pages, kept turning back, and stopped at the last few pages with words.

"There weren't many patients today, and a young man came all afternoon. When I had nothing to do, I started thinking about that question again. I used to wonder if that curse, or prophecy, really existed. After such a long period of research, I may really be able to change the pattern of dream masters passing on from one generation to another. At the same time, I also want to destroy this model, because as a dream master, the mission to bear is too heavy. While having thaumaturgy is something to be proud of, wouldn't it be better to hide from killing and live like a normal person? I also know this idea, and he thinks I should do what I want. When I find that special anomaly, I must make some earth-shaking changes for the future of the Xu family.

2005.1.16”

The second I saw the date, my heart tightened. On January 16, it was a coincidence that my grandfather died of a sudden myocardial infarction on January 17, the day after writing this diary. What exactly does this diary mean? My hand unconsciously tried to roll over to the back to take a look, but I heard a "pop" and something fell to the ground. I quickly crouched down and picked it up.

It's a thing folded in half, like a blank piece of paper. I curiously flipped it up and down, gently unfolded it, and suddenly felt extremely familiar. Isn't this the blank envelope that Ye Jiahe showed me! Oh my God, it turns out that my grandfather also received something like this when he was alive! For a moment, I just felt like things were getting complicated. I hurriedly opened the envelope, my hands trembling with nervousness.

The inside of the envelope was empty, there was nothing, and there was not a word on the cover. The heart that had been beating wildly from nervousness just now slowly calmed down. I don't know if I should be disappointed or happy at this time, at least it proves that the original hunch was right, this matter is a bottomless pit, which will make people fall deeper and deeper. I folded the blank envelope the way it had been and tucked it back in my notebook.

This was the end of my grandfather's diary, except for the page where the envelope was stuffed, and there were a few marks of obvious tears in the blank space at the back. Whether my grandfather tore it off himself, or whether someone else did it, I'm not sure. The most dangerous place is actually the safest place, and perhaps it is for this reason that no one has paid attention to the notebook that is placed in the drawer.

Closing the notebook, which was the result of my grandfather's efforts, and packing up the other books, I walked out of the room. In the past few days, I have borrowed to live in Qin Chu's family, on the one hand, I can read with peace of mind and not be disturbed by others, and on the other hand, I can also have more contact with Qin Sanyou, after all, he has a good relationship with his grandfather and knows some strange secret techniques. When my aunt had an accident before, he once told me that there were guests at home, and I didn't want to disturb them, so I wanted to see it a few days later.

As for Lu Yao, I left my grandmother's house on the front foot, and he went to the field on the back foot. We agreed to wait for him to come back and have a good time.

However, what surprised me recently was that Qin Chu was idle, getting up early every day and being greedy for darkness, bored in Qin Sanyou's house and didn't know what he was doing. I think today's guest matter should be over, and I'm going to go over and find out.

Stepping into Qin Sanyou's courtyard, there is always a feeling of traveling back in time. I saw that the door was open, and that there should be someone in the room, so I went straight to the main room. When I passed by the study, I suddenly heard something strange in the room, and I walked back to the door of the study, and immediately smelled an unnatural fragrance. Through the half-open door, there seemed to be someone waving something in the black rumbling room, and there were words in their mouths. The more I listened, the more curious I became, and the whole person lay on the door, and accidentally used too much force, so I directly slammed the door open, and fell on the floor of the study.

"Ouch!" I shouted, furrowed my brows in pain, and slowly stood up against the door frame.

"Little sickness! Are you okay! "A dark shadow rushed towards me. As soon as I heard the voice, I knew that it was Young Master Qin, what was he doing with this black rumbling.

The curtains were pulled open suddenly, and the afternoon light shone through the windows, and the room suddenly became bright. Only then did I see that Qin Sanyou was also in the house, standing by the window and greeting me. The table in the study was decorated with all sorts of strange props, as if some kind of religious ritual was being held.

Ever since my foot was broken once in Lu Yao's dream, it has become particularly easy to fall. I tiptoed to my chair, rubbed my feet and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Retreat cultivation, have you ever heard of it?" Qin Chuyi said with a rare serious face.

Qin Sanyou, who was on the side, walked over and patted his head, and said with a smile: "It's not as powerful as Xiaoyi said, I just want to teach him what I have learned all my life when I am still alive." I didn't expect this kid to be quite enlightened, and he got started as soon as he learned it. ”

After hearing this, I looked at Qin Chuyi in front of me in surprise. When his father was young, he chose to go into business because he didn't like these so-called feudal superstitions, and he also sent his son out of the country. It's good now, Qin Chuyi not only didn't respect his father's wishes to stay abroad, but also prepared to be a feng shui master, if Uncle Qin knew about it, he would have to be killed.

"Xiao Chao, I know, you think I can't learn," he said, "Actually, I don't ask for anything, I just see you struggling alone in your dreams, and I want to do something that can help you." ”

To be honest, the two of us have been playing together since we were children, and we are indeed blessed and share hardships. After he went abroad, I always thought that he would never come back, but now that he is in front of me and has decided to study the secret art to help me, my heart is touched by him.

"After all, I'm afraid that you won't die if you eat too much in your dreams, right, meat woman." His face changed, and he smiled again.

Well, when I didn't say anything.

"Grandpa Qin, what about the guest you said, is he gone?" I asked.

Hearing me say this, he came over and closed the door of the study, and said, "Just before you entered the door, I was already sent away." ”

"Sent away? I just walked over, why didn't anyone see anybody? I wondered.

Qin Chu pursed his lips, leaned closer to me, and said with a little mystery: "Because what we sent away is a ghost." As he said this, he made a ghostly sound that tried to scare me.

When he said this, I did get goosebumps, and I didn't remember the question I wanted to ask before, and instead looked at Grandpa Qin a little timidly, as if I wanted to ask for some shelter.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, there are indeed guests who have been here before," Grandpa Qin comforted me with a smile and said, "A friend of an acquaintance asked me to do something, saying that it was a supernatural event, let me go and see." ”

"Yes, yes, it's about some female relative of that family who died. According to their family, the woman who died is coming back. Qin Chuyi added, "We just wanted to summon that woman's soul and ask if there was any unfulfilled wish." ”

"Did that come out?" There was a slight tremor in my voice.

"Nope." Qin Sanyou shook his head, "It seems that we have to go to that guest's house." ”