"Based on the fifty of you, recruit the humans of this world, form an organization, and collect the strange items of this world for me."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, and then said, "The name of this organization is called the Strange Talk Foundation. ”

Originally, he wanted to take the name *** Foundation, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it.

Therefore, the name of the Strange Talk Foundation was chosen.

"You take these and use them to form forces."

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and waved, and fifty different treasures were instantly condensed by him with Yi Dao.

"Follow the teachings of the Taoist monarch."

Everyone put away the treasure and said in unison.

"Go ahead."

Fang Yuan nodded, and immediately walked out of the warehouse and drove away.

He doesn't have to worry about the identities and money of these people.

These little things can't be difficult for the dragon among these people at all.

What's more, with all kinds of treasures given by him, let alone a small legal identity, even if it is to occupy this earth, it is not a difficult task.

However, what he wants is not to rule this world, but to collect all kinds of strange items in this world and use them to enlighten.

If these people occupy a high position and rule the world for him, it is inconvenient to collect all kinds of strange items for him.

With fifty of them as the foundation, each leading a small group, the Strange Tales Foundation collects and provides information, so that their power can be unleashed.

Ji Yueyi is at home.

"Whew!"

On the edge of the sink, Ji Yueyi was washing her face with water in her hands.

However, her posture was rather strange, her waist was bent, and her head was very low, as if she did not dare to look up at the vanity mirror hanging from the wall of the sink.

She's been like this since she encountered two spooky events in a row yesterday.

Although Fang Yuan easily solved the matter, these two things still caused psychological trauma to Ji Yueyi.

She could have tried the Ten Ways to Kill Hells and the like unscrupulously, but now she doesn't dare to play with these things.

I don't even have the courage to look up at the vanity mirror in front of me.

She was afraid, afraid that as soon as she looked up, she would see her in the mirror, staring at her viciously.

When she closes her eyes and washes her face, she even thinks about whether she is holding water or blood in her hands...

"As long as I don't look up, I won't see the mirror."

With this thought, Ji Yueyi lowered her head, wiped her face, and then turned around and left the bathroom.

However, when she reached the door of the bathroom, her footsteps stopped.

"I don't believe it..."

Ji Yueyi gritted her teeth, suddenly turned her head to look at the mirror, and then quickly twisted her head back.

In the mirror, she is doing the same movements as her, without any abnormality.

"I'll just say, so many weird things happened to me..."

Ji Yueyi felt a lot more relaxed, and immediately left the bathroom with a smile on her face and came to the study.

"I don't know if Fang Yuan still goes to school..."

Ji Yueyi casually took a book in her hand, thinking about what Fang Yuan had said before and Fang Yuan's performance in the past few days, she kept muttering in her heart.

When Fang Yuan's parents died, she had heard Fang Yuan say that she didn't want to go to school, but Fang Yuan still insisted on finishing high school and was admitted to the same university as them.

It's just that now Fang Yuan has become a little different, and Zhang Jingyi is also dead, and she doesn't know whether Fang Yuan will go to school in the future.

"Even if he doesn't go to school, with his ability, he can live well."

Shaking her head, Ji Yueyi opened the book in her hand.

What she is reading now is a compendium of ancient folk customs, and the book contains a lot of folk customs, which makes her love it.

However, now that Ji Yueyi has just opened the book and looked at it a few times, she feels a little uncomfortable, and the surroundings seem to have become a little gloomy.

"Forget it, don't look at this."

With a slight thought, Ji Yueyi closed the book and opened her diary.

She didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, and in the diary, the things recorded were not coherent at all, only some important events that happened on certain dates.

Now, she is going to write everything she experienced yesterday in her diary.

"What happened yesterday is so fantastical, if I tell someone else, maybe they will think of me as a psychopath."

Ji Yueyi smiled, then flipped through the diary and found the page where she had written her diary last time.

"July 17th, Wednesday, Qing, my best friend Zhang Jingyi passed away, Fang Yuan and I are very sad..."

"He said he was going to be martyred, and he wanted me to bury the bodies of both of them together..."

"I persuaded you, but it didn't seem to have much effect, and I don't know what will happen tomorrow..."

Looking at the diary she wrote last time, Ji Yueyi shook her head slightly, and immediately picked up the ballpoint pen, ready to record all the things that happened in the past few days.

However, before Ji Yueyi could start writing, in the diary, words seemed to be written abruptly by an invisible pen, and suddenly appeared from the blank page.

In the blink of an eye, the page of the diary, which was originally blank, was suddenly filled with words.

Ji Yueyi looked at all this dumbfounded, and couldn't help but shudder.

She remembered the book of ghost rituals.

That book of ghost rituals is also so weird.

"Is it another book of ghost rituals?"

Ji Yueyi's eyes moved slightly, staring at the words that suddenly appeared on the diary, and looked at them carefully.

"Friday, December 12, 1012, fine."

"The end of the world this time, like the end of July 18, 999, is not abnormal, and there is no rumored explosion of strange items."

"Monday, December 15, 1012, cloudy."

"Fang Yuan's whereabouts are becoming more and more mysterious, and I often wonder what he is going to do..."

"The Salvation Army people found me, and according to them, Fang Yuan seems to have a connection with the people of the Strange Tales Foundation..."

"On Friday, January 1, 1013, it rained heavily."

"Through the 'Parallel Sphere', we have successfully reached another parallel world that has been destroyed, and we are ready to gather intelligence in this world..."

Many words that suddenly appeared stopped at this sentence, and there was no follow-up.

"What is this?"

Ji Yueyi's eyes were shocked, and she couldn't believe it in her heart, her fingers quickly flipped through the diary, but she found that there were no words on the paper behind her.

Ji Yueyi flipped through the diary, and finally returned to the page where the words appeared out of thin air.

"This is my handwriting, and it is recorded around 1012..."

Looking at the many diary messages that suddenly appeared on it, Ji Yueyi couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Could it be that this diary can make the diary I write in the future appear in the diary at this moment?" ”

"Future Diary?"

Ji Yueyi held the diary, and her hands trembled a little.