Xiao Wei poked her head out from behind me with palpitations, looked at her messy office, and asked timidly:

"What was that wind just now?"

"I don't know." I also shook my head a little dazedly, "However, I sensed a very strong evil aura. It seems that its target is Tian Shibo. Maybe the other party didn't want him to reveal more secrets! By the way, did you hear Tian Shibo shout something at the end? ”

Seeing Xiao Wei frowning and shaking her head, I didn't ask any more.

Looking at her in a bit of a panic, I felt distressed for no reason, and then quickly sent her back to the faculty dormitory building, so that she could rest and adjust as much as possible.

As for the messy office and the door that I destroyed, let Xiao Wei clean up the aftermath!

Before parting, I gave the last amulet to Xiao Wei, and carefully told her to be more careful, and then left.

Walking on the quiet and empty campus stone road, I kept thinking about Tian Shibo's last words.

Who took his ghost away?

And what about the debt he mentioned two years ago?

The situation seems to be getting more and more complicated.

The next day was the weekend, and there were no classes for the whole day.

Bai Xue was taken out of school early in the morning by Xu Huan, who came to pick her up.

Originally, Bai Xue wanted to ask me to accompany her, but I still had important things to do, so I politely declined.

Xiao Wei is busy with work again, and she doesn't have time to care about me.

I had to go to the school library alone and look up the materials all morning, trying to find out what major events had happened in this school two years ago.

Unfortunately, it backfired and nothing was found.

I asked Wang Miao and other senior classmates again, but no one could tell why.

It seems that two years ago, nothing major happened, there were no dead people, and everything was calm.

I was speechless for a moment.

I tossed for most of the day, but still found nothing.

But I believe that there must be some hidden secrets in this century-old medical school.

Tian Shibo is an example of this.

Or rather, he's just the beginning......

The mystery of Tian Shibo's death......

He spoke of a debt two years ago......

And what exactly does the word "storage" mean......

All of this was like a tangled ball of thread, and I had no clue.

In the past, I also had Uncle Ma, an experienced Zhiduoxing, to give me advice.

But now, I am in the East China Sea, and I am not familiar with life, and dealing with this kind of tricky thing alone really makes me feel a little isolated.

Suddenly, I thought of the address I had left in Uncle Ma's letter.

The letter said that if I run into some trouble, I can find a man named Zhao Fusheng.

He is the eldest brother of his mother and Uncle Ma, and he is also a member of the Ghost Mao Sect.

And I can feel that this master uncle must be extraordinary, otherwise it would be impossible for a guy like Uncle Ma who is very proud in his bones to leave a letter for me to find him.

Thinking of this, a new hope suddenly ignited in my heart.

I have Uncle Ma in Yindu, so when I come to Donghai City, why don't I find this so-called master to take care of it?

Speaking of which, I am also a new entrant to the Ghost Mao Sect.

It is reasonable to come to Donghai City, and you should also go to meet this master who has never met before.

Just do it.

I took advantage of today's rest to buy some fruit and take a taxi to the address mentioned in the letter.

After about an hour, I finally found a shop called Fusshokaku.

The location of this Fusheng Pavilion is located on a bustling street, and the shops are lined with willows.

The breeze is coming slowly, and the willows are gently blowing, which can be regarded as a treasure land of feng shui that is quiet in the middle of noisy and hides the wind.

It seems that this master named Zhao Fusheng deserves to be recognized by Uncle Ma, not to mention anything else, he is still very good at studying feng shui.

Walking into Fusheng Pavilion, there is an advertisement posted next to the window of the main entrance:

Fusheng Yige surveys the world, please Fu Huahua, see the incense and repay the wish, Qimen prediction, detailed approval of the eight characters, career and wealth, finding things lost, yin and yang feng shui, urging the peach blossoms, name change, fertility and auspiciousness, marriage date selection......

Boy!

The scope of business is so extensive, and there is everything that should be there.

This posture, this tone, is more than a grade stronger than those fortune tellers on the street near my park!

It's just a real master, shouldn't they all be low-key?

At least Uncle Ma is very low-key.

I walked into the shop with a hint of skepticism, only to hear a crisp wind chimes suddenly ring.

Looking around, the shop is 100 flat, the decoration is antique, clear and elegant rhyme, and it is very good.

In the center hangs a portrait of Sanqing, and below is an incense burner of Changming.

"Master Zhao hasn't returned from a business trip, business is suspended, please come back in a few days!"

A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old came out of the side hall and said to me.

Seeing that the visitor was a young man of my age, he was stunned, and asked casually:

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

I scratched my head, afraid to find the wrong place.

So, I smiled and asked:

"Excuse me, is there a middle-aged man named Zhao Fusheng here?"

The young man nodded and replied:

"That's right! Who are you? ”

I guess this is probably the address of my uncle.

So I respectfully said:

"In the next night, Shaohui, the family teacher Ma Fuyang, and the mother Fang Fuling, on the orders of the two elders, came to meet the master uncle."

The young man's eyes lit up, and he said with surprise on his face:

"Are you from the Ghost Mao Sect?!"

Now that he said the three words of the Ghost Mao Sect, I am sure that I have found the right door.

The other party invited me to the side hall very enthusiastically, made another cup of tea, and then introduced himself:

"My name is Zhao Xiaoshuai, Zhao Fusheng is my father, I heard him mention some of the past events of the Ghost Mao Sect in his early years, including your master and mother. By the way, seeing that you are not very old, I am eighteen this year, what about you? ”

"I'm twenty-three, not much older than you. And I'm a late starter, so according to my seniority, maybe I'll have to call you Senior Brother! ”

I said half-jokingly.

All Xuanmen sects attach great importance to seniority.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaoshuai looked regretful:

"I'm not a disciple of the sect, and my father is very stubborn and refuses to accept me as a beginner."

"Maybe it's something wrong!"

I hurriedly comforted.

Actually, I already vaguely guessed the reason in my heart.

The Ghost Mao Sect is classified as a cult by the Taoist sect, and the reason why the master is unwilling to accept his son may be because he doesn't want him to provoke these rights and wrongs.

This kind of thinking is almost the same as my mother's, it is completely a kind of protection.

At first, she didn't mention her identity in front of me, because she didn't want me to get involved in these sectarian battles.

Alas!

It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world!