After Zhao Guangming's group of late-aware experts found out that the news had spread to the outside world-

Zhao Guangming pushed the reflective reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said categorically: "There are internal ghosts!" ”

Professor Zhao Guangming is more trendy than other experts, he will use Weibo, open Weibo and take a look, netizens don't sleep at night, and the hot search is the first on the hot search list, and it is stable. In just a few hours, it has already exceeded 300 million.

Everyone's attention.

The phones of various experts, hospital doctors, and nurses were all flooded, and they were all calls from reporters from various stations to investigate and inquire.

Haicheng Daily, which released first-hand news, rose to more than one million fans overnight.

It's been to this extent, then it's necessary to reply positively.

Late that night, the Haicheng Cultural Relics Protection Bureau issued an official Weibo, admitting that it had indeed obtained the manuscript of the classical masterpiece of "The Chronicle of the Mountains and Moons", which contained 37 and 38 episodes of content that had not been published in the world.

An insider expert who had already seen the following content posted late at night: "The content of the thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth episodes is earth-shattering, and any continuation of the next two hundred years is tantamount to a dog's tail continuation mink." In terms of talent, I only serve Mr. Bai in this life. ”

Mr. is an honorific title for the original author of "The Chronicle of the Mountains and Moons", and no one knows his men and women.

It is not only the students who are about to take the high school entrance examination who want to cry, but also the directors of the entertainment industry, who almost turned white overnight.

It's cold.

They just bought the copyright of a certain continuation at a sky-high price, and this is not filmed? Will your face be smashed when you shoot it?

Heart, pull out the cold.

And the booksellers have keenly smelled the business opportunity, and asked their staff to start preparing for the new edition overnight, just waiting for the content to be released in the next two times!

Bai Chuwei didn't expect that she was too bored to live, and the book she wrote casually would be sought after by future generations.

'Woo-woo-it stinks. Xueqiu, who was lying on the desk, suddenly covered her nose and jumped up, looking at Bai Chuwei in horror as she was getting medicine, "Old Ancestor, are you?" ’

Bai Chuwei's eyelids jumped, she raised her hand and waved it in the air, and directly slapped the snowball from the balcony on the third floor.

She's making Meng Po soup, and after drinking this thing, even she can make people remember it again. Unlike the memory of Bai Yinyin before, she still has the possibility of remembering.

Bai Chuwei looked at the strange medicine with green and blue in the bowl, and gently covered her nose.

Well, it stinks.

…… No one would want to eat this, right? It feels like you're eating.

Bai Chuwei thought about adding some flavors and other things, so she temporarily put away the medicine.

Bai Chuwei looked at the crescent moon outside, bored.

After living for 5,000 years, she has opened up the valley again, she doesn't have to eat or drink, and she can even sleep directly.

It's so boring.

It's really not much fun for her to be alive.

Especially at night, when everything is quiet and most people have begun to fall asleep, the loneliness becomes more and more obvious.

Bai Chuwei's gaze casually fell on the desk calendar on the desk, and she suddenly realized.

Oh, it's almost the January deadline for Tong's family to repay the money.

Bai Chuwei came to her senses, and she finally found something to do again.

Bai Chuwei took the mobile phone and called Qi Mo's mobile phone number directly.

Soon the call went through.

The next moment, the phone was hung up by Qi Mo.

Bai Chuwei was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the phone screen: "???? ”

Qi Mo, do you dare to hang up the phone of your ancestors?