[PS: The last paragraph of this chapter has been changed.] 】

Luo Wen sat under the tree, did not turn around, only let Faceless take the letter from Zheng Jian's hand, and then he opened it without hurrying to read it.

The letter Chinese character was written by a brush, but the script itself was not any script known to Luo Wen.

"Obviously the language is the same, but the words are different?"

The sensation is so subtle that it makes you want to vomit blood.

Good thing there's a guy here who knows how to write!

Between thoughts, Rowan blurted out: "Zheng Jian, turn around and close your eyes." ”

"Turn around, close your eyes, oh, good!"

Zheng Jian was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly turned around, closed his eyes, and was very obedient.

After Rowan confirmed through faceless that he had indeed turned around and closed his eyes, he slowly got up, walked over and reached out against the back of his head.

Zheng Jian felt the touch on the back of his head, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Don't move!"

Rowan said, Zheng Jian hurriedly tensed his body and didn't dare to move again.

"Hold back. ”

Rowan added.

Zheng Jianzheng didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a warm current squeezing into his brain, stretching something out of his brain, followed by bursts of indescribable comfort!

"Ugh!"

He couldn't help screaming, then his face turned red, and he quickly shut up, ashamed to find a cave to get into.

Luo Wen frowned slightly: "Calm down, you are a scholar, right?

Hearing this, Zheng Jian hurriedly collected his mind and tried to recall the bits and pieces of his journey to study.

He was a native of the village, but his parents died suddenly when he was three years old, and he became an orphan in the village, growing up eating 100 family meals.

Because everyone in the village is very good to him, he has developed the kind and excessive temperament he is now.

When he was six years old, an old man in ragged clothes, with a cane, was very weak, and he would not give his name no matter who asked.

But Zheng Jian knew that the old man's surname was Zhao, and he was a big surname.

The old man made a face to everyone, but only after learning that Zheng Jian was an orphan did he suddenly become kind to Zheng Jian.

Since then, the old man has lived in Licun and is living with Zheng Jian.

It was under the teaching of the old man surnamed Zhao that Zheng Jian learned to read and write.

The old man left the village eight times, and each time he brought back a large pile of books from outside, and those books became Zheng Jian's best childhood playmates, accompanying him through a full eleven years of life!

But a year ago, the old man left the village for the ninth time and never returned.

Zheng Jian, on the other hand, plans to go to the town to take the university entrance examination this summer, and if he succeeds in the university, he will be able to live in the university dormitory, and then find some jobs in the town that can make money to support himself as a university student.

If all goes well, he will be able to live in the town and start looking for the traces of the old man surnamed Zhao.

In short, this is his plan for his life.

Of course, this university is not the other university, and it is not poetry and poetry that you learn, but a variety of vocational skills.

Zheng Jian wants to take the education profession and become a teacher in the juvenile academy in the future.

......

This view can't be stopped, Luo Wen followed Zheng Jian's own recollection, and accidentally read his life experience and various private information...... Of course, this must never be said!

Luo Wen pretended to have nothing to do and withdrew his hand and said to Zheng Jian: "Sit down, close your eyes, and meditate." ”

Although Zheng Jian didn't understand what Luo Wen was doing at all, he still sat on the ground obediently, closed his eyes and meditated.

Luo Wen couldn't help but shake his head: "This kid is seventeen years old, isn't he too naïve? His name is not good, he shouldn't be called Zheng Jian, he should be called Zheng Chun." ”

But it was precisely because Zheng Jian was such a person that Luo Wen officially decided to accept him as a disciple.

But now is not the time.

Luo Wen digested the written knowledge obtained from Zheng Jian's memory in his mind, and then reopened Zhu Po's letter.

The world, or the writing of this region, is very subtle.

For example, one of the characters is pronounced "gou", which means the same as dog, but instead of writing "dog", it is written with a completely different glyph.

This feeling is like someone has modified the glyph of each character on the basis of Chinese characters, and then the current written language has been formed.

But Rowan didn't think deeply at this time, he looked down at Zhu Po's letter.

This is a thank you letter, and the letter has a signature called "Zhu Rong", which should be the full name of the Zhu Po.

In addition to words of gratitude, the letter also wrote about the process of Zhu Po being possessed by a dissolved ghoul.

It turned out that Zhu Po found out about the ghoul early in the morning, and in order to protect the villagers from harm, she dragged her aging body and forcibly fought with the ghoul, but unfortunately she was defeated in the end, and she was possessed by the ghoul.

"I remember that her good and evil value is as high as 268, right?

Rowan shook his head and continued to read.

The letter sent by Zhu Po is very long, excessively long, unexpectedly long!

After watching the process of her fight with the disrupted ghoul, Rowan thought that there must not be much left, but when he flipped down, he found that there were still stacks of paper stacked together!

"What's written behind this?"

Curious, Rowan quickly flipped down.

Skipping the long description of mental activity in the middle, Rowan suddenly noticed a few key words that appeared in the letter, and then began to look carefully from there.

At this glance, he was a little surprised.

In the second half of the epistle, Zhu Po wrote:

"It seems that because of the relationship of being possessed by a dismantled ghoul, the imprint in the depths of my memory has been broken, and the sealed memory has flowed out of the broken imprint a little, reminding me of a past event. ”

"It's weird, it's weird, and even I don't want to believe it's true. ”

"You may not understand or believe me when I say that, but it doesn't matter, I just want someone to talk to. I'm the witch of the village, I have to be omniscient, I can't confide my troubles to the villagers, that's why I thought of you. You saved our whole village and saved me, and I want to believe you. ”

"Continuing with the topic above. ”

"Actually. ”

"The people in our village, except for me and Zheng Jian, are not people!"