I was afraid of wolves and tigers, but at this moment, I had no other choice. Anyway, there is absolutely no benefit in falling into the hands of, I can only fight, this scarface is kinder than.

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate anymore, and walked quickly around the' car and walked to Scarface. Scarface slowly withdrew the stick in his hand and said hello to in a good way.

"Mother, let's go."

I got into Scarface's car, and the rest of the people got into the car and quickly left the place. knew in their hearts, and they didn't dare to follow them, and after the car drove out for a few hundred meters, it was equivalent to completely getting rid of.

"Can you tell me about it?" I tentatively asked Scarface, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a wage earner." Scarface seemed to like to laugh and bared his teeth and said to me, "I don't know anything." ”

I sighed to myself, Scarface seemed to be joking, but one sentence blocked all my words, and he couldn't have said anything if I asked again.

"Someone else may help you once, but they can't help you for a lifetime." Scarface continued, "In the future, let's be careful. ”

I originally wanted to talk to Scarface, because I noticed that he didn't seem to have malicious intentions, at least he wouldn't beat me up with his head and face, so I wanted to use the way of conversation to see if I could find out what the other party's purpose was in rescuing me from.

But Scarface didn't give me a chance to speak, and after a few circles back and forth, the car drove through the streets and alleys, and he asked me where I was going to get off.

I couldn't believe my ears, I didn't believe that Scarface was working so hard, and at the risk of offending Zhao Sanyuan, he simply wanted to save me. But if he doesn't say it, I can't take the initiative to ask him if he is coming for the dzi in my hand.

My car was still parked in the old town, but I didn't want to drive anymore, I was afraid of who would target me. I asked Scarface to park the car at an intersection that was convenient for taxis, and Scarface was very happy to ask the driver to stop, and when I got out of the car, he waved at me in a friendly way.

Maybe Scarface's first impression of me was that he was a fool, so I never fully believed that he was well-intentioned. After getting out of the car, I quickly hailed a taxi, and as soon as the taxi left, I kept looking behind to see if Scarface's car was catching up.

Scarface actually counted, saying that he would let me go, and he didn't follow me. I was still not at ease, so I kept changing cars in the city, tossing back and forth several times, and only after I was sure that no one was following me did I return to the house where Zhang Momo lent me a temporary residence.

When I came back here, I still had a little aftermath in my heart, speaking of which, today's events were thrilling, but taught me a lesson, he let me know that the half-moon dzi in my hand is no longer hidden, and the value of this dzi should not be just measured by money.

I always feel that came to buy this dzi not to make money by inverting the difference, let alone to collect it. In fact, this invisibly confirms the idea that I have been buried in my heart, this half-moon dzi should have other uses.

I want to hide the dzi first, but I don't feel at ease when I think about it. This kind of thing, it is safer to carry it with you, at least you have peace of mind, however, the current situation is so complicated and unpredictable, if you wear it on your body, you will be taken away if it is blocked.

After thinking about it, I can only put makeup on the dzi. In the ancient industry, fraud is commonplace, although I have not deceived people, but the relevant knowledge is still there.

I was busy with my work, Zhang Momo called, I hesitated for a moment, and didn't tell her about today's events. Once some things are said, there are a lot of things involved.

I disguised the dzi and wore it close to my body, and then made another round of phone calls to ask people in the market for news. The people I know are all small fish and shrimp from Qikongqiao, and I am not well-informed, and I have been talking for a long time, but I have not got any useful clues.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, I felt a little sleepy, went to the bedroom and lay down, and began to habitually connect these things together and analyze them.

Originally, this matter only involved me and Zhang Momo, but now it seems that the situation has become complicated again, the death of Blind San'er and 5, and the sudden appearance of and Scarface, all mean that more people may be involved. Originally, it was a good thing that there were more people involved, and I could get different clues from different people, but I couldn't find an entry point.

I thought about it for half an hour, and I felt that my eyelids were about to be opened, so I turned off the lamp and planned to go to bed first, and I would talk about it tomorrow.

I was very sleepy, but as soon as the lights were turned off, I didn't fall asleep immediately, and my mind was messy. Suddenly, I had a very, very strange feeling that made me panic.

I'm sure there's no one in the house, but at this moment, I always feel like I'm not alone in this room.

I couldn't tell what I was doing, the lights were off, the curtains were drawn tightly, and in the haze, I felt like someone was coming towards a corner of the bedroom.

The other party walked very slowly, slowly, but every time I took a step, it was as if something was pressing on my heart. I'm definitely not dreaming now, but the silhouette of the man walking around the corner is gradually becoming clearer.

When I could make out the general outline of this person, I felt my head swell.

This person was dressed in a very strange dress, and he was colorful, just like a big flower face singing on the stage. I couldn't quite see his face, but I could tell it had to be a man.

Anyone who suddenly found more people in their bedroom, it is estimated that they can't be calm, I want to get up from the bed, but my hands and feet are heavy as if they weigh 10,000 pounds, and I can't move.

If I remember correctly, when Po Wu handed me the Dzi Bead, she told me that she always saw a strangely dressed and colorful person, who appeared in her dreams, and that person asked Po Wu to return the dzi.

It is impossible for me to enter Wu Po's dream to see that person, but I feel that the person Wu Po is talking about should be the same person as what I see now.

The man slowly walked to my bedside, and the horror in my heart was at its peak. He didn't say anything, he didn't move, but he scared me more than anyone else.

Lian Chengfeng ...... "When this person stood next to my bed, I finally saw his face, and at the same time heard his voice, he was calling my name.

Suddenly, he looked like he was in his thirties, but when he looked at it again, he felt that he should be an old man in his sixties and seventies. His face was bronzed and angular, he had that kind of short hair that was close to the scalp, and the whole person was like a stone that had been exposed to the wind and sun for countless years.

His accent was so strange that I couldn't tell who it was.

Not only could I not move, but I also didn't even have room to open my mouth to speak. I could only watch as this man ghostly emerged from the dark corner of his bedroom.

"I'm going to teach you some words, and you'll be useful." The man stood straight on the edge of the bed and said in a tone that no one could distinguish, "You have to keep it in mind." ”

I saw that he seemed to have taken out a slate with characters carved into it. These characters were not unfamiliar to me, and I had seen them in the abandoned cistern of the Danmeng Basin at the time, and I had taken quite a few photographs. Blind San'er's uncle Ma Devil said that this kind of handwriting was a special script of the ancient country of Zhangxiong a long, long time ago, and it was used for sacrifice.

The Zhangxiong sacrificial text has now become a dead text, and it is impossible for anyone in this world to know it.

But this person held a slate and taught me very seriously to recognize the characters on it, I don't know why, all my spirit, seems to be attracted by these characters, as if I was in school when I was a child, every word taught by the teacher is like a silent imprint, imprinted in my heart, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

The characters on the slate are so dense that I have lost track of time, and the whole person is immersed in this slate. After the characters on one side of the slate were taught, the man in red and green turned the slate over, and the back of the slate was still densely packed with characters.

After a long time, this man taught me all the characters on the slate, and without saying a word, silently retreated backwards, until he retreated to the darkest corner of the bedroom, and then he seemed to merge with the darkness, and could no longer be seen.

It wasn't until the man disappeared that I jumped up from the bed and snapped the light.

The bedroom was empty, and there was not half a figure. I rushed out of the bedroom and searched back and forth throughout the room, every nook and cranny and every place where someone might be hidden, but the person seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace.

All of a sudden, I began to wonder, wondering if what I had just experienced was real. I was sure I wasn't dreaming, but I didn't believe that a person that big could disappear into thin air.

I really can't find that person, but the characters on the slate still remain in my heart. I couldn't have memorized all the meanings of so many characters, just a few of them.

I took out my mobile phone and browsed the photos of the characters taken at Danmeng at that time, I didn't master all the characters, and it was very difficult to understand the words on the slate smoothly, so I read word by word, and then recalled, just like a primary school student who had just learned two or three hundred Chinese characters reading the text, it took a lot of effort to intermittently interpret the general meaning of these words from the characters.

The characters at the bottom of the reservoir of the ancient city of Danmeng should really be a sacrificial text, a "letter of thanks" dedicated to the gods.