In the past few days, I have not left my third uncle, and he asked me to go together to find my grandfather's lost manuscript.

The third uncle's expression was very nervous, he didn't know what to do, he already knew that the enemy would find him in a very short time when he entered the country.

My third uncle told me that if he didn't find the manuscript by then, he would probably die, but I was reassured that even if he died, it would not affect our family.

In the past few days with him, our two grandfathers have already had a relationship, the third uncle is a very introverted and measured person, he rarely goes out of the house, more often in the backyard house, stays at home, and doesn't know what he is studying.

Although I am not his apprentice, after all, I am related by blood, and I will help him as much as I can within my ability.

According to the clues left by my mother, after my grandfather passed away, many of his things were packaged and sold to an old man named King of Rags in the neighboring village at that time. Now that more than ten years have passed, the tattered king has long stopped collecting the rags, whether he is still alive or not, it is not a matter of two words.

My third uncle and I went to the neighboring village, and when we inquired, the tattered king was still alive, and now he is in his seventies, and he has retired to enjoy Qingfu.

When he was found, the old man was drinking a little wine in the house. This man was narrow-eyed, and when we put a few bottles of good wine and a bag of roast chicken on the table, he immediately changed his smile and asked us what was the matter.

The third uncle asked him, do you remember that an old man An Shichang passed away in the neighboring village, did you take his family's things?

The tattered king took off his shoes and stepped on the stool with one foot, picked his feet while drinking, and said with a smile: "Brother, my tattered king has collected a lifetime of rags, and I have traveled all over ten miles and eight villages, and I can run more than a dozen houses a day, who still remembers what happened more than ten years ago." ”

He was telling the truth. The third uncle was silent, his brows tightened, now the Rag King is the only clue, and if it is broken, there will be no tricks.

I asked next to me, what do you usually do with the paper products you collect.

"A few miles down the national highway, there is a garbage disposal station, next to which is a paper mill. I sold the things, and they turned them into pulp, and for more than ten years, the things you were going to find have probably become elementary school textbooks. ”

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, the third uncle and I got up to say goodbye.

The third uncle sighed: "In the vast sea of people, is this witchcraft extinct from now on?" Maybe it's providence. ”

I said softly, "Shall we go to the paper mill?" ”

The third uncle was disheartened and waved his hand: "Forget it, go back." If the enemy is found, I may not have the strength to fight, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one. ”

We were about to leave when a thin middle-aged man came in from outside, passed by, and entered the courtyard of the Tattered King.

I continued to walk forward, and the third uncle grabbed me and whispered, "There is something wrong with this person." ”

I was puzzled, and the third uncle pulled me outside the house, squatting in the corner and peeping in.

The middle-aged man said to the tattered king in the house, "Old Chen, have you collected old books this week?" ”

"Accepted." The Tattered King was very familiar with this man, and untied a bunch of keys from his waist and threw them over: "It's still in the warehouse in the backyard, find it yourself." The old rule is to sell by the pound, ten yuan per catty. ”

The man took the key and went to the backyard, and the third uncle gave me a look, and the two of us came in again. The King of Rags was surprised and said, "Why are you back again?" ”

The third uncle lit a cigarette for him and asked who it was.

The tattered king said: "I don't collect the rags now, but I still employ a few people below to collect used books in the villages and towns of Shiliba, and then go to the thrift market to sell them on weekends." That was my old customer, and he came every week on the weekend to pick up the books he was interested in. ”

"How long have you known each other?" The third uncle asked.

The Rag King said: "Seven or eight years. Do you suspect that he took what you wanted? No way. When your family sold relics, I didn't know him yet. ”

The third uncle asked the man what his name was.

The King of Rags told us that everyone called him Youxi.

The third uncle told the King of Rags that he also wanted to see the old books. The King of Rags didn't take it seriously, it didn't matter if they were all his customers.

My third uncle dragged me to the backyard, where the door of the warehouse was open, emitting a strong musty smell, and all the old books were placed inside. In the dim light, almost half of the warehouse was piled up, and it was estimated that there could be tens of thousands of copies.

The middle-aged man named Youxi was arching in a pile of books, rummaging through them, and didn't seem to care about the smell of the smoked dead.

I asked my third uncle in a low voice what was the problem.

The third uncle looked at his back and said, "This person has a spell aura fluctuation, and it is likely that he is a fellow practitioner. ”

I was startled, and my heart was racing.

The third uncle came to the door of the warehouse, took out a candle the length of a little finger from his pocket, lit it, and fixed it on the ground. Then he shouted: "Youxi." ”

The middle-aged man stopped, his whole body frozen. He turned his head slowly, and I watched from behind, and I was chilled over.

The middle-aged man's face was sallow, his movements were slow and stiff, and in the dim light, he looked like a dead man who had not been dead for a long time.

He knelt on the ground, his body prostrate forward, and his movements were like that of a strange dog.

He looked at us in a daze, and suddenly burst out of it, and his body was extremely fast, and the wind that drove it made the candle flame in the door almost go out.

The third uncle flashed around, and Youxi rushed out of the warehouse, still holding a stack of books in his hand, and smashed it at us. The third uncle dodged quickly, but I didn't dodge, I was smashed, and when I reacted again, Youxi had disappeared without a trace, and he ran away.

I was stunned, and it took a long time for my rapid heartbeat to calm down.

I picked up the book on the floor and looked at it carefully. This Youxi has a very unique taste, and the books he is looking for are basically ancient books, and after turning a few pages, they are covered with mold, and they almost smoked me to death.

I threw the book back into the warehouse: "Let him run." ”

The third uncle smiled and picked up the small candle from the ground, "This is the spiritual wax left over from ancient Burma, those who have entered the great spirit, as long as they have cultivated spells, no matter which sect or sect, they will be affected by the smell of candles." The higher the spell, the lower the impact of the candle. I tried it just now, and this one has mediocre mana, and it's not even a beginner. It is estimated that he came to the ancient books and repaired them by himself. ”

I asked my third uncle what it meant to have entered the Great Spirit.

The third uncle smiled: "It's the ghost of the dead." ”

I didn't breathe for a long time when I swallowed this sentence, looking at this inconspicuous candle, I didn't expect that there was a ghost sealed inside.

"Third uncle, do you suspect that our things were stolen by him?" I say.

The third uncle looked outside the courtyard, was stunned for a while, and said, "I have a hunch that although the timeline is not right, what we want is likely to be related to Youxi." This person is strange, although the spell is low, but the aura is mysterious, I have never encountered it. When he ran just now, I marked his body, and he couldn't run out of my palm. ”

We came out of the backyard. When he came to the side of the road, the third uncle nodded and called a three-jumper.

The third uncle commanded the three jumpers and drove out along the road, entering the village for a while, and leaving the town for a while, wandering all over the place. Finally, I stopped next to a community in the town, although I was full of suspicion, but the third uncle didn't speak, and I didn't dare to ask more, so I followed him into the community.

We wandered around for most of the day, and it was getting dark, so he didn't rush to find someone, but took me to a small restaurant for a bite to eat.

When it was almost time to eat, it was completely dark, and we went into a residential building and went straight to the top floor. He asked me to block the staircase and told me that if there was a joy rushing out after a while, he would be the first interceptor, and I would be the second interceptor, and I must not let people escape.

I was nervous and trembling all over, this time I followed the third uncle out, he didn't bring his apprentice Zhang Hong, but with me, I must not embarrass him.

I looked at an iron bar in the corner of the hallway, picked it up, waved it twice, and felt that it was a good idea, and stared intently at the door.

The third uncle knocked on the door, and after a short time, there was a faint sound of footsteps inside.

The door creaked open, and a woman's head poked out of the door, looking at us, a little scared: "You, who are you looking for?" ”

The third uncle took the first step to pin the door with his feet and said, "We are friends with joy, is he at home?" ”

The woman tooth fights: "He, he's not at home." As he spoke, he was about to close the door, and the third uncle's feet were tightly pinned: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, we are not bad people, we are looking for something to be happy and have something to do, can we go in and sit down?" ”

"You, you're not going to be a cop, are you?" Women are especially afraid.

I look a little puzzled, this woman is supposed to be Youxi's wife, but she doesn't behave very similarly, but it looks like Youxi's concubine has been caught raping.

The third uncle slammed the door open, the living room was lit up, the TV was off, and a little boy was doing his homework and looking at us in horror.

The third uncle didn't take off his shoes, stepped directly on the floor and entered the house, gave me a look, and motioned to come in together. I threw the bar, not to frighten the women and children, and followed me into the house, closing the door casually. It's a very ordinary house, two bedrooms and one living room, and for some reason, I feel very uncomfortable, and I can't find an uncomfortable point.

The third uncle looked everywhere and asked the woman casually: "Youxi really didn't come back." ”

"yes." The woman said, "He will not be there at this time." ”

The third uncle came to me and whispered, "Youxi has been here, but for some reason, his breath suddenly disappeared again, and I don't know where he went." ”

The third uncle came to the bedroom inside, pushed it with his hand, but the door was locked and did not be pushed open. He asked the woman for the key.

The woman was very afraid: "You, who are you?" ”

"Who are you?" The third uncle frowned and asked, "You are definitely not a happy wife." ”

The woman clutched her chest and said, "I was actually hired by Xi to take care of his children, and he also asked me to pretend to be husband and wife with him." I, I knew he must have done something, and he didn't look like a good person. ”