Chapter Forty-Eight: The Chief of Karasan Road

Walking out of the gate of the hospital, Lin Zhihui looked at the Third Ring Road, which was blocked like a parking lot, but he was not interested in joining in the fun, so he turned around and walked back.

As a well-known tertiary hospital in the country, the First People's Hospital of Tonghai City not only has passed the medical software and hardware, but also has the best environment.

Lin Zhihui found a quiet corner, sat on the bench, took out his mobile phone to open the web page, and logged in to the Chuangdian website.

Now "The Rise of the God Emperor" is just self-examination and correction, although you can't read the content, but the comment area can interact normally, Lin Zhihui has the experience of the last time, and he doesn't talk much nonsense, so he directly typed a sentence.

"How to taunt yourself and attract the attention of ghosts......?

Send.

Within two minutes, the calm comment section was buzzing again, with dozens of comments appearing almost simultaneously.

"What's the situation, what kind of stimulus did the author have, and he couldn't think of it to summon ghosts?"

"Visually the author has gone crazy and is talking nonsense. ”

"Needless to ask, haven't you heard of not doing bad things, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door? It's not easy to see ghosts, just do the opposite. ”

"Open the window, don't care about the floor, jump down bravely, you can see the ghost, measure it yourself, Tong Su is not bullied. ”

......

Regarding the replies of the people who eat melons and watch the play, Lin Zhihui blocked them all, waited patiently for a while, and still did not reply from the gods, thinking that he had dealt with the captain of the Tianhe team twice, and it could be regarded as an old friendship, otherwise @ he tried it, and saw a new message appear above the comment area.

ID Tianhe Squad Leader.

"You still want to meet ghosts, why don't you go to heaven? Sure enough, if you stay in the human world for a long time, you are easy to fall, and it has only been a few days since you lived in peace. Unless there is an order from the old way of Osan to attract ghosts, otherwise with your broken physique, which ghost would dare to provoke you. ”

Lin Zhihui's heart moved, and he felt that there was a door to this matter, and his finger quickly clicked on the screen to reply: "Wushan Old Dao? Who is this, can the immortal chief help contact, it is a matter of life." ”

After a long while, the captain of the Tianhe squad replied: "Wushan Lao Dao has a strange personality, and he has always been unaccustomed to the association between gods and mortals, and wants to ask for his talisman, unless you can write a bridge against the sky to impress him." It's not easy, and if it does, I can give you a message for free. ”

If the matter is not resolved for a day, the Ye father and daughter will always live in the shadow of the ghosts, and his big words have been released, although the promise is three days, of course, the sooner this kind of thing ends, the better. finally saw a glimmer of hope, Lin Zhihui naturally didn't want to miss it in vain, and hurriedly replied: "Ask the immortal chief, where is the old road of Wushan, what are your preferences, I don't know if you can give me some advice?"

It's a pity that this time, he didn't have the good luck just now, Lin Zhihui waited for a long time, and the captain of the Tianhe team did not appear again.

Lin Zhihui was not discouraged, he couldn't count on others for everything, the captain of the Tianhe squad at least pointed out a direction for him, which was much better than looking around without a head or a brain, the problem now is that he has to be able to write a text that impresses the head of Wushan Dao, so that he can hope to get that ghost attraction order.

If you don't decide on internal matters, ask Qianso.

Lin Zhihui clicked on the webpage and searched for Wushan Dao Chief.

This is obviously a very unpopular entry, there are only a few pieces of relevant information, most of them are about Wushan or the Taoist, and there is only one piece of information, which is really related to the Wushan Taoist: "The Taoist gods and legends in Chinese myths and legends live on the top of Wushan Mountain in the Shuyang Realm. According to research, he belongs to the line of heavenly masters, and is good at driving away ghosts. ”

The heavenly master catches ghosts, and it is really professional.

If Lin Zhihui got the treasure, he immediately added qualifiers such as Heavenly Master and Shuyang Realm, searched further, but did not find more information, he was busy for a long time, only in a paper discussing religion, he saw the content about Heavenly Master, what Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master Teaching, he was confused, and wanted to study it carefully, but unfortunately this is an academic paper, only the beginning can be seen, and the content behind it is not displayed, only one sentence: "All rights reserved, piracy must be investigated, if necessary, please buy the paper through formal channels." ”

"What can I do about this?" Lin Zhihui scratched his head, he wanted to impress Wushan Daoist, he must not just rely on a passion, the so-called knowing oneself and knowing the other, in order to win a hundred battles, must collect the other party's information as comprehensively as possible, such as life experience, preferences and experiences, in order to design the bridge in a targeted manner, build the plot, and write a story that can move him.

We must not fight a battle that we are not sure of.

Speaking of ancient mythology, Lin Zhihui thought of Southwest University, which is located in the LC district of Tonghai City.

Xihai University is a national first-class university, although it cannot be compared with the internationally renowned Hua University, but it is also quite famous in its archaeology department and history department, not to mention the first in the country, it is also in the forefront, especially in the study of the ancient mythological system of China, it is far ahead in China. It seems that some time ago, there was also an old professor who published relevant papers in international journals, which also caused quite a stir.

Lin Zhihui remembered that Li Ping's third uncle's son was studying at Xihai University, and immediately called out the number and called.

The phone was connected, and Lin Zhihui went straight to the point, claiming that in order to write a novel, he wanted to have an in-depth understanding of ancient mythology, and wanted to go to the library of Xihai University to have a look, and asked Li Ping to help contact him.

Li Ping naturally agreed to this kind of trivial matter, and within five minutes of hanging up the phone, he sent the name and phone number of the third uncle's son.

Lin Zhihui immediately called the phone, the third uncle's son is called Li Minglei, who happens to be a junior in the archaeology department of one of the two departments. Li Minglei on the other end of the phone was quite enthusiastic, obviously Li Ping had already greeted him, but it was late today, and Li Minglei didn't have time, so the two were scheduled to meet at the school gate tomorrow morning. Lin Zhihui thanked him again, and then hung up the phone.

Although the book has been blocked, Lin Zhihui still wrote another night and put it in the draft box of the website. Early the next morning, he went out to an appointment with dark circles under his eyes.

Xihai University and the place where he is located are diagonal to the north and south, and the subway alone has to be reversed three times, Lin Zhihui hurried all the way, and finally arrived at the north gate of the school in five minutes in advance.

Because a national knowledge contest for college students is being held, the campus is full of people, and you can see banners with slogans everywhere, which is very lively.

Lin Zhihui stood on the side of the road with a set of pancakes, gnawing and looking at the beautiful seniors and sisters passing by, feeling the long-lost campus atmosphere, feeling that the soul had waited for sublimation, God knows that he had only left the school for less than half a year, and at this time there was a feeling of being in a different world.

Not far away, a tall man in a tracksuit was walking briskly along the path towards the gate.