Ji Canghai hesitated for a moment, his voice low like a child making a mistake.

"Actually, I'm not what you see, I ......."

I looked at him with some bewilderment, not expecting him to take the initiative to mention the issue.

I deliberately put on a dissatisfied look: "I'm too drunk and dazed, don't drink like this in the future."

After a pause, I squeezed out another smile.

"Anyway, it's not a big deal, it's just a dizziness. Besides, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be the match for those two."

This time, Ji Canghai's face was also full of astonishment.

Although he was dangerous at the time of his illness, I was still reluctant to reveal this secret about bipolar disorder.

For anyone, this kind of thing is nothing more than satisfying the curiosity.

And for him, this is to open his wounds alive, and then make them public, and finally be pitied.

What's the difference between this and Ling Chi?

However, in addition to protecting his heart, what I should do more is to find out why he suddenly became ill.

Maybe he'll be healed one day?

I looked at my watch and yawned, "Alright, let's go back and go to bed early."

"Wait a minute."

I looked down at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

"That phone card is burnt and plugged the ant hole, wait for me."

"Ant hole, do you need to poke it for so long?"

Ji Canghai smiled: "It's not easy for people to buy a house. It's also hard for ants to build a nest."

"You have to take your time, if you collapse someone's house, you'll be scolded by ants."

I suddenly felt that Ji Canghai was very interesting, a person who killed decisively, and he would actually have sympathy for ants.

No matter how irritable this person is, he is not a bad person in his bones.

On the way back, Ji Canghai suddenly asked about the book called the Ghost Filial Piety Sutra.

There was nothing to hide, I chose to tell it all, and even told him about Chen Changming's ghost raising and selling ghosts.

He has been in Nanyang for so many years, and he knows too well about raising ghosts.

I don't know why, as soon as he heard the word raising a little ghost, Ji Canghai's face turned cold obviously.

Perhaps, because he has been exposed to it too much, he will be disgusted with this kind of thing, right?

According to him, in a place like Nanyang, it is not a secret to raise ghosts, but it is divided into Buddha cards and ghost cards, both of which can attract wealth.

However, the former is recruiting positive wealth, while the latter is transferring the money from the second half of his life to the first half of his life in advance.

To put it bluntly, it's like a credit card, when the overdraft reaches a certain level, retribution will come.

Regarding the "Ghost Filial Piety Sutra", Ji Canghai is happy to help translate.

This is undoubtedly the biggest news for me.

His appearance is equivalent to filling all the gaps in me.

In this way, I can not only take revenge for personal revenge, but also be able to uproot Chen Changming.

Let him never think of harming people again in his life!

However, when the two of us opened the book in a hurry, Ji Canghai fell silent.

"I don't recognize all of these words."

"Huh?"

I looked at Ji Canghai with a frown in some bewilderment: "You have been in Nanyang for more than ten years, you don't know how to read?"

Ji Canghai flipped through the book little by little, his brows condensed into pimples: "No, this book is very strange."

"Weird?"

"How?"

He pointed to a few tadpole-like texts: "Look, this is an ancient Nanyang script."

"Also, this is Tianzhu Wen."

As his fingers kept swiping across the book, he kept muttering, "I've never seen this word."

……

When I look at this thing, it's the same as reading a book from the sky, and I can't see the gap at all.

I can only make one reference suggestion: "Is there a place to compare this thing?"

Ji Canghai pursed his lips and shook his head: "It's enough." The books of the ancient Nanyang script are basically not found, and the characters of Tianzhu have almost no inheritance, and there is no reference at all."

He closed the book a little frustratedly: "To put it bluntly, there are very few words in this book that I know."

This sentence spilled all my enthusiasm.

Ji Canghai is the only person around me who can understand this thing, and he can't help it now.

I nodded a little abruptly, "Forget it, let's go to bed first."

"Hmm."

Ji Canghai hesitated: "I still have some friends in Nanyang, let me try to contact them and see if there is a way."

I should be comforted by this.