We have an old retired history professor at our school who has never seen him speak to anyone, and everyone says he’s like a dead man.
I was a freshman, 20 years old, sent to mourn him. Who knows when he just met? He said to me something that creeps me out: “Here you are at last, I’ve been waiting for you for 30 years.”
I’m sorry.
In 2005, I was a freshman year in the department, where I organized volunteer condolences to retired senior teachers. In the interests of fairness, the Student Council organizes arrests and offers condolences to whoever it takes.
I closed my eyes and grabbed a note. Open it, it says a nightmare name: Werwin Sea.
Wevinhai is an old professor of history. The man was said to be strange, and all the volunteers were reluctant to say more to him, in a formal manner, so that he could sign and prove that he had been there.
Before I went, I followed up with a Qin elder brother who was a volunteer for last year’s condolences to Professor Wei. Brother Qin said that Wevinhai had retired very early. He lived in a school home, lived a simple life, took care of himself, hired an hour to work and cook daily. No further information is available.
After a few days, I picked an afternoon without class and found Professor Wei’s house by address. The family home is in the southernmost part of the school, a dilapidated building in the dilapidated district, and Professor Wei ‘ s house is on the third floor of the third building, unit 3.
Up on the third floor, I knocked on the door and did not answer, but I heard the sound of the crutches, with their feet moving, and two minutes later the wooden door opened, with a young old man with his back on his back and his hair naked, looking at me through a small window on the security door.
“Hello, Professor Wei. I’m a freshman in the history department. I’m Lin Tsai Creek. I’m sorry.
Before I finished, Professor Wei opened the alarm door and then turned around and moved into the house. It appears that he has become accustomed to this form of condolences and has no defence.
I’ll go inside, close the door behind my back and follow him slowly.
It’s like a man who’s been living for a long time and who doesn’t do his cleaning, and Professor Wei’s family’s hygiene is in danger, and there’s a bad smell that he can’t say. I walk and say what I’m here for, tell him if there’s any difficulty in calling me, and I can come by anytime. Professor Wei didn’t seem to hear or speak.
The living room in the middle of the house was moved into the library, where there were two wall-to-wall couches, which were preceded by a large tea table. Professor Wei sat slowly on one of the couches and pointed a finger at the couch next to the cane, suggesting I sat down.
When I sat down and didn’t know what to say, I re-presented myself. It was then that Professor Wei said the first word after me: “Okay.” I’m sorry.
Then he leans back, leans his head on the back of the couch, shuts his eyes and ignores me.
It was embarrassing to sit for a while, and it felt like Professor Wei was asleep and without a sound. I sat in the corner of my dress for a while, and I stood up and pulled out the volunteer form in the bag, and I was going to have him sign it, so I could go.
As I was about to speak, I heard someone open the door outside, and Professor Wei woke up and said he’d come by to cook.
I’ll take this opportunity to say goodbye to Professor Wei. He nodded his head and said nothing, knowing that I was looking for him to sign, reaching out to the form in my hand, pressing on the tea table and handing it to me, and saying, leave the watch in place and not give it to anyone else.
And I came and laughed, and I put it into my bag, and I took a breath of relief, and I said thank you, and I turned away.
When I walked through the living room, I saw the hour worker who had just arrived, a skinny, short, dressed in black, but looked nice and pretty. She looked at me with a little vigilance, staring at me for hours. I smiled at her head and passed over.
The moment I walked through her, there was a feeling in my heart, it was hard to describe, a feeling of sudden loss and emptyness.
Two.
The first volunteer service ended in such an awkward manner, but at least completed the task. So I went underground and stuffed my volunteer watch in my school bag, and…
In a moment of looking down at the watch, it suddenly became clear that the name was not on the form, but a line of other words.
It’s only with the watch in mind that you can see the word in general: it’s so red in life.
In life? I’ve recited it twice, like a poem, and I’ve heard it before, but I can’t remember which one of them made it. I’m sure Professor Wei used this poem as his pen name.
It’s no big deal. I’m going out of my family’s yard, but I can’t keep this poem in my head. In life is red, in life is red, in 18 words, in life is red?
Wrong! It’s not a poem, it’s like a spell?
Earlier on, I had a grandfather-in-law, Mr. Fung Shui, who had taught me some knowledge of Fung Shui while he was alive, and had read me many of these spells, a poem that was one of them.
Huh? That’s odd. Professor Wei and I have nothing to do with this. Why write an incomplete spell on my volunteer list? What do you suggest to me? Or simply want to curse me? If that’s the case, isn’t this weird old man mean?
But it’s nothing to think about. Maybe Professor Wei’s lost his mind. I don’t care. Keep going. At that time, the director called me.
On the other side of the phone, he said, “Where are you? I’m sorry.
I said I just got out of Professor Wei’s house. The boss said you should get back to the dorm. It’s urgent. I said, why can’t I talk on the phone? “The dormitory is dead.”
There’s something wrong with Qin. I’m sorry.
As soon as I heard it was Qin’s brother, I got a buzz in my head and went to the dorm.
When the dormitory was at the north end of the school, in front of the dormitory building, a cordon had been drawn at the entrance, and a number of people were standing outside the building, all of them classmates, who were in the building, saying what had happened there.
Just now, Qin’s brother, the one who told me about Professor Wei’s house, was murdered in the dormitory.
The Qin brother and I lived in the same dormitory, and just now, his classmates went back to bed after class, pushed the door in, threw their noses around and found someone lying under a blanket. The classmates came close and found blood on the blankets and bedding. He did not know what had happened, but only saw Qin’s brother staring at him, with his face on his face and standing there, and there was blood everywhere, and the whole man looked like he was skinned.
The students ran out of the dormitory with fear and shouted out their throats. Later on, the catheters and guards arrived, learned about the situation and immediately called the police. The scene was blocked by the Public Security Bureau. After a simple process, Qin was taken away.
The Chief told me that the police had informed the students of several dormitories near Qin’s brother that they were at the scene waiting to be heard. Everyone was very nervous, asking each other about the case and speculating about the possibility. I heard from everyone that Qin had a piece of paper in his hand when he died.
Look at my doubts, the Chairman explained that it was a voluntary service form, and that it contained a sentence that seemed to be living in red.
I said, “When you live?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Yeah, how do you know? I’m sorry.
I suddenly thought of the same words on the volunteer form in the bag, but I didn’t dare to explain to the boss and shake my head and say, “Oh, I read it in a book, it’s as if it’s Li Baek or a poem from the White House…”
3
That night, the students of the nearby dormitory were summoned to the police station for questioning, and the police focused on whom Qin had contact with? Has anyone known why he has a form in his hand? What does that say on the form mean?
I don’t know what the other roommates said, but I did.
In fact, when I answered, my mind struggled for a long time, and I tried to say something about my watch. Although it is not possible to determine what this matter has to do with Professor Wei, from his strange character, from the strange form of volunteering, from the spell on the table of volunteering, and in particular from the fact that he visited Professor Wei last year, I feel that his death is related to him, at least he should know something.
But it’s a little reluctant. Maybe because of the murder in the dorm, I’ve been in a mess.
Back to school, it’s the middle of the night, the dormitory building is blocked and we’ll find a place to rest. I didn’t go anywhere else, but in school. Turning around, somehow, came to the school home. When you look up, you see the lights on Professor Wei’s house.
I suddenly wondered if I’d go up and ask about the spell. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I’ve decided to go to court.
Professor Wei was surprised at my second arrival and stood by the door wondering how long it took me to open it.
When I went inside, I was not very formal, and I took Professor Wei to the house, and I laughed, “Professor Wei, there’s no class at night. I came to see you. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei has no words.
“Professor Wei, there was a murder at school this afternoon, and the deceased was one of my seniors, who visited you last year. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei has no words.
“Professor Wei, why did you sign a poem on your volunteer form? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei has no words.
Is that your name? But it’s not a poem. If I remember correctly, it’s like a spell. I’m sorry.
As soon as I said that, it became clear to me that Professor Wei’s body was in a state of mind, but soon returned to his original state of mind, moving in, and slowly saying, “How do you know it’s a curse?
Language? I’m sorry.
I said I was taught when I was a kid. It was a spell in a book.
“What’s the name of the man who taught you? I’m sorry.
“It’s my grandfather. I can’t remember his name. It’s not my uncle. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei went to the couch, and sat down with his hands, and long lamented his breath, and said, “You have come at last.” I’m sorry.
I look like I’m a new professor and I say, “What am I finally here? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “I’ve been waiting 30 years for you. I’m sorry.
I didn’t look like Professor Wei, and I was so hairy and stammered, and I said, “I’m only 20 years old. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said you listen to me.
4
Professor Wei used a cigarette job to tell me a story that was only a dragon, but not a story.
That was 30 years ago in 1975, when the authorities approved the establishment of our university. In order to build the school, two top-notches were transferred from other institutions of higher learning as principals and vice-presidents, one for construction and one for academia. That’s when Zhang Wenqi, the current principal, was transferred to manage construction, and the academic leader, Professor Wevinhai of History, was the leader.
Zhang Wenqi and Wenhai were at the source of the conflict once the school was established.
According to Zhang Wenqi, the school site was to be located on the outskirts of the city, and he applied to the authorities for the allocation of a wasteland on the outskirts. When he looked at the site, Wevin had a deep ventilated water, he shook his head and said that the wasteland was bad, and that the school had been built with great violence. Zhang Wenqi said that we had a clear division of labour, that you were an academic and that you were not involved in construction. Wevinhai said that the wasteland was on three sides of the slope and that it faced water and was clearly a dead place with no way out. Zhang Wevinhai says you’re going to build a superstition. If you don’t see who’s in this world, you’re going to do it. I’m going to report you.
It is even more difficult to do it together. Zhang Wenqi refused to listen and immediately started work on the land, which led to the discovery of a small grave buried underground. Professor Wei heard that he had dug up his grave and had to stop the work at the scene.
On arrival at the site, Zhang Wenqi had commanded the workers, dug up the grave, smashed the coffin and burned the body.
When Professor Wei looked at the pain, he was afraid of something.
There is always an exception to the fact that everything in the world has a sun, and the place where Zhang Wen Kai plans to build a school is a place where the sun doesn’t work, where the sun doesn’t work and the sun does not work. From the wind, there is nothing strange about the land that is not bright, lest it be exploited by the evil.
Professor Wei, however, was unable to speak out, and therefore denounced Zhang Wenqi, saying that it was at least a relic.
Zhang Wenqi said that you just wanted to be superstitious, what’s the value of an open-minded coffin.
Weinhai was helpless and had to examine the grave as a historian.
In addition to the coffins and bodies that were burned, only one strange stone was found in the pit. It’s an irregular hexagon, and it’s up two feet high. But the strange thing is that the name of the owner of the grave was not on the tablet, nor was he born, but rather an 18-word poem, the last four words of which were exactly: “No thoughts, no misgivings, no people.” Eighteen words of verse, red in life.
Professor Wei did not understand the meaning of the poem, which was an ancient poet, and took the tablet with him. Zhang Wenqi would rather take this away from Wevinhai.
Wevinhai removed the tablets, while Zhang Wenqi asked people to fill their graves and continue building their schools. At the end of the year, new schools were inaugurated. Zhang Wenqi was appointed headmaster for good construction, while Wenhai was held accountable for obstructing construction several times during the construction of the school, and was appointed only to professorships in history.
5
Since then, Professor Wei has been studying the poem, but has not been able to receive it, and has slowly set aside it.
Just that year, Professor Wei met a man named Wang Kuping, a man of the world, who knew a few tricks. Professor Wei and Wang Kuping became friends. On that day, Wang Kuping came to visit Professor Wei’s house and, as soon as he entered the house, saw the poem hanging on his wall.
Wang Kuping, ask Professor Wei, why do you have a mortuary spell in the house?
Professor Wei spoke about the origin of the tablet. Wang Jioping listened and cried badly, saying that it was not a common burial but a rebirth.
The other name of the Rebirth Front, the Bureau of Living Funeral Rebirth, is an evil trick. Its predecessor was a long-standing martyrdom in China.
A long time ago, it was thought that a man’s death was to be buried with a slave or a concubine, to continue to serve him in the shadows, and later to be derived from the spirit and martyrdom. This idea of martyrdom has been passed on to the Ming Dynasty. One day, the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, who had an impeccable emperor who did not love Qiandan, suddenly found his conscience and declared his will to abolish the martyrdom system. I’m very impressed. But no one knows that the emperor did not want to abolish the martyrdom, but he invented a rebirth.
It is important to know that no matter what form of martyrdom, the ultimate problem after a man’s death — how can he be resurrected? This is the greatest pursuit of those who have lived on this planet for centuries, not to mention an emperor.
The Emperor, however, resolved the rebirth problem in another form, namely, the rebirths invented on the basis of martyrdom. It is the same thing that a man dies in order to be born, and he is reborn in the opposite direction, and when he dies, he burys himself in an inclement place of death, and then places his soul in a tablet, buried with the body.
It is a similitude of the earth, and it has no virulence, no virulence, and its name is, and it is a similitude.
Thus, the dead shall not rot in their flesh, their souls shall not be broken, they shall not be a soul, nor shall they be evil spirits, but they shall wait to be resurrected.
After the Emperor had designed this rebirth, he was satisfied that he had been reborn with this rebirth. But the disadvantage of rebirth is that it is possible to regenerate without choosing the time to regenerate. When he is reborn, it becomes easier to change and to change from one generation to the next. The emperor has become only a common man, but not a living.
This is also recorded in history, and the Emperor of Drylong discovered it when he was studying the Book of the Four Monuments, fearing that future generations would follow suit and erase all records of the formation.
However, after a long history of folk charisma, it was broken.
Wang was aware of this evil troupe, because it was written in an ancient collection of evils, The Unprovoked Secrets.
Professor Wei came here to tell the story.
My response is in his expectation. Because it is rare in the world, but I have one. Before his death, my grandfather sent me this book, which he found half his life, by which he said I could be a qualified Mr. Yang.
I heard Professor Wei speak about the book, and I said, “You know it. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “Wing Kuping told me. I’m sorry.
I said, “Oh.”
Professor Wei said, “What? Don’t you know Wang Kuhei? I’m sorry.
I said, “No. Never heard of it. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei smiled at me and shook his head and said, “No way. I’m sorry.
Wait! I felt it in my head. Because he’s not my grandfather-in-law, he’s my uncle’s cousin, so he rarely mentions his real name.
Professor Wei noded his head and said, “So he’s your granddad. ♪ [ ]
When my grandfather fell into a debt of love, and could not break it, he became Mr. Yinyang, looking for a way to break it, and learned that Prof. Weiss knew how to do it.
I never thought I’d start with Professor Wei.
Six.
When Wang Kuping learned that Professor Wei had dug up this rebirth, he knew it was a bad place. Because the spell “eighteen words” is just a cover-up, actually “eighteen bodies.”
This re-emergence was set against the sky, not by the normal circuit, but by a different course. Once the soul opens the path of rebirth, it needs to be buried with 18 living people, paving the way for this reborn in the vagina, the time when it opens the path of rebirth, the ninth day of September, when it will be seen again with the air tablet, the king’s ninth and fifth, which is the phrase “at first sight”.
I interrupted Professor Wei and asked, “Why are 18 people buried alive? On the 18th floor of hell? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “Maybe, but it could also be a coincidence, just random. I’m sorry.
I said, “What’s the random? You want 18 lives? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “A man like an ant may have invented this rebirth by the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but only randomly in the numbers, and ordered 18, so 18 people needed to be buried alive? Like…
I mean, it’s like I caught Professor Wei. But I didn’t say it, but I said it: “It makes no sense. After all, it’s human life. Eighteen lives. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei looked at me and said, “Fate is good, it’s bad, it’s random, nothing should be. It is only in the light of the four heavens and the nine heavens, that even the Emperor knows that nothing can be done. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei means that this rebirth can only be opened if it is unwittingly opened, not by anyone. Otherwise, the Emperor will not be born again to the next generation, and will it not be better to continue to be an emperor in the second?
Professor Wei and Wang Kuping knew the rationale for this rebirth and intended to break it.
According to their ideas, the body of the rebirths has been burned by Zhang Wen-Ii, so long as the soul in the tablet is released beyond its limits. However, they still have the simplest idea. How could the King of Ming Dynasty, who spent his whole life trying to rejuvenate himself so easily?
There is no light for this and for it, and there is no magic in it.
If we don’t break the line, we have no idea what the soul is recreated, but 89 of them will be evil.
There is no choice but to turn back and take the second step, and keep it. They thought that they would never be able to regenerate the eighteen people chosen by the Rebirth Front by bringing them to Prof. Wei’s house and giving each one the charms to keep them safe and the souls of the airstones alive.
I seem to understand something, and I ask, “Why are the 18 people here? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei groaned and said, “You have guessed that the Qur’an is in my study, and it is the Qur’an that leads you here.” Even though it may seem random, it is in the middle, that is to say, the fate of the eighteen of you has been destined since the birth of the pillars. I’m sorry.
“You? Who are you?”
The professor said, “You’re the 18th man, and I’ve signed you a suicide note. I’m sorry.
Without waiting for my response, Professor Wei went on to say that both he and Wang knew that the method was nothing more than an incalculable and time-delaying exercise, and that it had only stabilized the situation for a while, yet the price was that he needed to keep his peace.
When Wang’s plan was completed, he left and continued his search for a way to break his debt. Before leaving, he promised Professor Wei that one day he would find a way to break this rebirth, and if there was a way to do so, he would send someone to help us to break the line, the code of the treaty, which was the mortuary curse.
And I’m the only 18 people who recognize this spell.
7
Only the ritual curse appeared in Unprovoked Secrets, and I know it. Professor Wei concluded that I was Wang Kuhei’s apprentice, but I didn’t think I was Wang Kuping’s grandson.
I thought Professor Wei was going to do something amazing after what he said, and I didn’t know he was sitting on the couch and crying. He said that, 30 years later, he did not want to protect the school and the children from time to time. Thirty years ago, he never left his home to trap that reborn soul.
He said that if I hadn’t appeared, it would prove that the line would never be broken, and he didn’t think that my grandfather had given me a last-minute response.
After Professor Wei said, “How’s Kuhei doing? I’m sorry.
I shook my head and said, “He’s dead. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei listened, suffocated, and said, “Looks like he’s broken the debt bureau. I’m sorry.
After listening to the professor, I fainted and sat on the couch.
What’s happening is so untrue. If what Professor Wei says is true, it’s a matter of death. But I always felt like he was hiding something from me, and I couldn’t say anything.
It took a while and I’m getting better. “Do you want me to break this game? But my grandfather didn’t teach me how to break the game, even…
He never told me about it. Or what if I don’t care? I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “The 18 people’s sacrifice is already in place, and if we can’t find a way out of this, we can only watch the whole school die for the dead. I’m sorry.
I said, “Isn’t it 18 people? Professor Wei said, “The dead are alive after the sacrifice. How can he become a man after being raised? It will be a ghost, and the whole school will be a bloody sea. I’m sorry.
I said, “That’s the explanation for being born, and it seems that today Qin’s brother’s death is the beginning of things, and the next step is the tragic death of the 18 people we have chosen. The 18 people who have been singled out for 30 years, of different ages, are now living in different parts of society without knowing each other, and will not be noticed in any way. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei noded and added, “Eight eight people, perhaps just responding to an 18-story hell, your older brother, should have fallen into skin-skinned hell and been skinned alive. I’m sorry.
I was so scared that I almost went to the bottom of the 18-story hell that it blew up.
That’s why I understand what Professor Wei meant. I’m one of the 18 people who didn’t want to be selected for rebirth, and the next way out is to die. Don’t want to die. Well, find a way. And I’m the only one who knows about it. My grandfather and Prof. Wei put the treasure on me.
This is fate? What if I chose another teacher when I chose to volunteer? Suppose I saw Professor Wei’s poem on my volunteer list.
Did you look for him? Is that my life?
8
Destiny is, if not, you can only go one way to the dark.
I went back and forth and said, “It’s simple. Just find a way to put that and the soul in the air tablet out. I’m sorry.
As soon as I had finished, I felt something was not right, and if it was that simple, it would not have taken so many years.
Things have been in the early stages. In accordance with Professor Wei ‘ s practice, Qin ‘ s death as the last person to whom I was given the charm could only prove that the spell had not worked and that the spirit in the airstone had escaped and opened the way to his rebirth.
Professor Wei disproved and said, “No way, that’s right here. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei finished with a cane and knocked on the tea table before him. Turns out he’s been keeping that bonfire around.
Qin’s death has nothing to do with the air tablet. It must have been someone else, and it had already begun to regenerate, and more people would have died down there. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei smiled: “You’re not mistaken. You can’t think of this level. I also know that there must be another conspiracy behind it. I’m old, I can’t move, I can’t get out of this room, I don’t know what’s going on outside, so I’m counting on you for this. I’m sorry.
After Professor Wei had finished, he was unable to lie on the couch and lamented.
And I said, “If it’s true, it’s helping me.” I’m sorry.
Professor Wei didn’t speak. At that time, the day is already light outside, and since yesterday afternoon I visited Professor Weiss, things have been going on all night, but they are getting more complicated. I thought about the way in which the 18 people could be contacted, so that they could come to Professor Wei as soon as possible, save their lives, then break the rules.
But how can it be easy, for decades, when these people don’t know and how? After half a day of thinking, I decided to go to the History Department.
After saying yes, by the time I was working in the morning, I left Professor Wei, came to the office of the Department of History and asked for a list of counsellors to volunteer with Professor Wei in previous years.
The counselor is a young teacher, and when I see her, I say, “You’re called Lin as a brook?” I’m looking for you. I heard your class say you don’t study well, that you learn all day, that you learn all day, that young people are right, that you’re talking to your classmates, that you’re participating in community activities, that you have a girlfriend, that you don’t be so closed all day, that you’re young, that you’re like an old comrade.
I said, “Thank you for your guidance. I’d like to know about Professor Wevinhai. I’m sorry.
The counselor said, “What sea?” Which class? Yours?”
I said, “Not a student, a retired professor.” I’m sorry.
The counselor wrinkled and said, “We’re professors? I think I’ve seen that name somewhere. I’m sorry.
I thought maybe the teacher was too young to know the history of the school and said, “Professor Wei is retired. I’m sorry.
The counselor thought about it, and suddenly he slapped him and said, “How can I say that name so familiar? Wevinhai is the first professor of our history. I’m sorry.
I’m right. That’s him. “Do you know which students have volunteered to Professor Wei over the years? I’m sorry.
The counselor looked at me in the face and said, “Can you learn better all day?” General research is useless. Professor Wei died long ago. There are no volunteers…
The counselor hasn’t finished. I’ve opened my mouth, and I’ve got a bad feeling. And then I turned around and ran, and I couldn’t stop the counselors and went straight to the school library to look for the history of the school.
And soon I turned to this school’s famous identity, and I opened it, and the second page was Wevinhai’s profile, and I looked at it, and my back got cold and sweaty.
Professor, Department of History, Wei Wenhai, by birth: 1930.3-1975.8.
Professor Wei died in 1975? Thirty years ago?
Who’s Professor Wei?
A very bad idea is growing in my head. I threw away the book and ran to Professor Wei’s house. 3rd floor, 3rd unit, 3rd floor, I ran up to the security door, but it was a lot of dust, and I hit the door a few times, and I didn’t move. A few more times, and the door across the street squeaked.
Now, a middle-aged woman pulled her head out of the door and looked at me and said, “Guy, who are you looking for? That house has been empty for decades. I’m sorry.
I stood there long before God. I connected everything that happened yesterday afternoon to the realization that that was what Professor Wei had been keeping from me for 30 years.
If I wasn’t wrong, it would have been like this:
Thirty years ago, my grandfather and Professor Wei discovered a rebirth, but they couldn’t break it. As we watched the deadline, Professor Wei decided to give the 18 men a charm. However, it is not possible to do it alone, and it is necessary to trap the soul in the tablet.
Professor Wei went to his death with his own soul and locked it in his air tablet. Grandmother promised to find a way to save Professor Wei.
Thirty years later, I came. However, things have changed over time. It is not just the release of Professor Wei’s soul, but the search for another force.
I leaned on the door of Professor Wei’s house, and I looked back at the past and was confused. That’s why he used to tell me these spells and evil tricks. Actually, everybody’s in the set, everybody’s in the set!
But what is the truth? Where is the other power?
9
I thought about it for half a day, but only at the beginning of the story, when the dispute between Professor Zhang Wenqi and Professor Wei built the school, that is, when the air tablet appeared.
Professor Zhang Wenqi? Wang Wenping?
Until I thought my head was about to crack, suddenly it seemed like a light came through a tiny crack. I’ve been wiping and wiping and wiping and wiping out the impossible. I ran straight from the door on Professor Wei’s house, and I ran down the stairs and flew towards the main building of the school. The main building, located in the middle of the school, is the school ‘ s landmark.
In front of the building, I went back a few steps and looked at the building, and suddenly my heart was strained and my head was sweating.
The nine-storey main building, which was originally looking at artistic beauty, from another point of view, was not flat, but flat in the middle, with two lower shapes. At a lower point on both sides, it was a barrier erected on the building, and the removal of the physical building behind those walls was a six-sided side of the rule.
It’s the shape of the air tablet!
I knew it! The main building was created and made of air tablets. The campus was built on six dead-end sites and is now in the middle of the site, where the main building has been erected. So there’s only one purpose for this, rebirth.
The whole school is a rebirth! I’m getting light in my head.
It turns out that we thought that a man could not be reborn with this rebirth until he was dead, but we neglected to say, “No, no, no, no.”
The beginning of rebirth, however, man’s desire creates infinite possibilities. Since there is a funeral, can’t there be any improvement?
Isn’t this the ultimate goal that the emperors of all ages have sought?
Longevity is more attractive in life, and can’t wait to create it. This long-term funeral is when, while a human being is alive, he enters it with the help of eighteen persons who are alive, so that he or she can be spared even this part of his or her life and live a life.
Surely the great players who are behind it will sit in the middle of this building, preparing for immortality.
I discovered the secret of this building, and I began to figure out who the big player was. I don’t want to think about that, but reality makes it impossible for me not to think: The main school building was designed to be simple, with nine floors, and nine rooms each on the shade and sun, which symbolized the sun, which was in the middle of the nine floors, that is, the right middle of this huge and airstone, the fifth floor room.
It is known throughout the school that room 505 is the office of Principal Zhang Wenqi.
10
This is not what I expected. When I found out that the main building was a balconies, I secretly felt that only Principal Zhang Wenqi was capable of manipulating the project. This is why he chose to go to the university on the outskirts of the city. He’s the one who improved this rebirth, and designed a long-lived formation for himself.
Professor Wei’s death occurred in August 1975, when the school building was not yet built, and he was clearly unaware of Zhang Wenqi’s ambitions. That’s why.
So, the eighteen men who Professor Wei was trying to protect were caught by Zhang Wenqi, who used him to draw them out.
Now the question is, what am I supposed to do when we find out about Principal Zhang Wenqi’s conspiracy?
I tried to remember the magic that my three grandmother had taught me, but I found it to be a common way of dealing with a child’s grievances, and faced such a big man as Zhang Wenqi, who was so powerful and so powerful.
I thought hard, and suddenly I thought of a shortcut. That is, 30 years ago, if the soul in the airstone had been released, it would have been beyond control. But now that it’s different, there’s another one. He and the soul of the tablets, one who wants to live again, one who wants to live long, one dead, two and two, will surely bring the small tablets into the tablets, and the small tablets will be sent with Zhang, and the sun and the sun will run with each other, and it will be scattered, and the sun will die, and both will be lost and destroyed. Of course, the ideal state of affairs is to balance the sun and the sun and to disperse.
It is recalled that there is a theoretical record in The Unprovoked Secrets, called “defatigation”, which, although not directed at the hymns, is appropriate here.
Of course, the programme also carries great risks. For if there is a great difference between the soul in the tablets and the energy of Zhang Wen Kai, then the victor is still my mighty opponent.
But at this point, I have no better idea than to try. After making a decision, the first thing to do is to be Professor Ultram. I went all the way to Professor Wei ‘ s house, sitting in front of his house, according to the way he had given me, and rehearsing my thoughts, telling Professor Wei that I had discovered this terrible plot and that I had a theoretical plan.
Then I whispered seven times in silence and the last word fell. It’s supposed to be the voice of the dead. But it’s strange that nothing’s responding.
This should not be the case. The top-level spell of the seven counts of the law of the soul, as documented in The Unprovoked Secrets, can never be exceeded unless Professor Wei is not here.
How is that possible? Where is Professor Wei?
Eleven.
The first war lost, and I was a little confused. I can’t imagine how it would have made it so easy for me to plan for 30 years. I suddenly felt small, like an ant, and could be run over by Zhang.
Professor Zhang Wenqi and Professor Wei are similar in age and are now around 75 years old, and his only aim is to achieve longevity as soon as possible. Now that 18 people have gathered, Zhang Wenqi will soon start the Longevity Fist.
At that time, I would die for no reason, and the entire school of teachers and students would be in real trouble.
With determination, I returned to the front of the school building to look carefully at this huge and air tablet, and to look back at it and look around and find nothing wrong.
Well, I’ll go straight to Zhang Wenqi.
Even so, before Zhang Wenqi’s office, I was so nervous, my head was so confused, I thought of my magic, I tried to drug him, and then I remembered Professor Wei and Zhang Wenqi, and I looked forward to finding it in the middle.
What would happen if you failed again? Zhang Wenqi pushed him from upstairs?
It has come to this, and Qin’s brother has died and many more will die, and I have no way back, and I must fight.
As I was overwhelmed, the door in room 505 seemed to have been pulled by a silent force, with an elderly man standing at the door, smiling at me. “Student, what do you want?”
I finally met Zhang Wenqi.
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“I’m… I’m fine. Oh, no, Principal Chang, I want to talk to you about my job.” I feel like I’m out of consciousness, and I can’t believe I’m short on the face of a respected principal in my eyes.
“Ooh? I’m sorry, kid. I’m talking to a guest. You need to talk to the director of the school.” The Secretary-General of Zhang pointed to the office opposite the direction of 505 and visited the guests in his office.
I also looked out to his office with his eyes and saw only one person sitting on the couch opposite Zhang Wen Kai’s desk with his legs.
I saw someone in Zhang Wenqi’s office, and I had a little bit of stability and a deep breath of calm. “I’m sorry. I’m in a hurry. I’d like to talk to you in person. I’m sorry.
“This… well, you come in. Zhang Zhang started laughing across the body and let me in. I stood up, punched, and walked to Zhang Wenqi’s office.
But just as soon as I entered the door, I saw the guest sitting in his office, and there he was, “Professor Wei?” I’m sorry.
What’s going on? I grew up.
Professor Wei is sitting on the sofa in Zhang Wenqi’s office. The same dress I saw last night, the same look.
Is it possible that what happened last night was an illusion? No, it can’t be an illusion. There’s only one possibility. Professor Wei lied to me.
While I was envious, Zhang Wenqi, behind me, pushed the door, and went back to his chair and sat down, laughing, and asked me, “What is it? Do you know Professor Wei?”
I turned to Professor Wei, who looked at me, whether it was an illusion or real, and he was looking at me, and he was smiling. It’s kind of a nice smile.
That’s the smile, and it calmed me down quickly: “Yes, I know Professor Wei. Not only do I know him, but I know him well, including a long time ago. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.” Zhang Wenqi listens to me and laughs on his chair, and it’s so dumb, like a fingernail lid scratching the blackboard, it gives me a spasm in my stomach. “You’re a good boy. Professor Wei didn’t pick the wrong guy. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wenqi knows everything. It would be better if everything was on the table, without covering up.
What I don’t know is, where did Professor Wei come out and where’s the spirit in the air?
So, Zhang Wen Kai laughter, and goes on to say, “Professor Wei, you know I’m old, and now 18 people are together, and I should thank you for helping me get these people together. Now, my rebirth, oh, no. But Zhang Wenqi said it in half.
“But you fear that Professor Wei’s soul will come to you sooner or later, and you fear that Professor Wei’s soul will be destroyed, and that the spirits in the air tablet will come out and steal your 18 living funerals.” I’m on the phone.
What? You’re still smart! Zhang Wenqi looked at me with a bit of surprise and said,
Professor Wei answered: “It is true that you are the headmaster, and I should have thought when you chose this place 30 years ago to build it, but I didn’t think that you were so hard at it that you were different from the soul in the airstone. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wen Kai said, “Professor Wei, with your wisdom, you certainly knew my plan that year, but you were in vain. I’m sorry.
Professor Wei said, “I know, so what, I’m dead.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Wen Kai said, “That’s what I’m looking for. I’ve been trying my best to get Professor Wei’s soul out, and I want to make a deal with Professor Wei. Thanks to this little classmate. I wouldn’t have let you out without him. I’m sorry.
It was my mistake. Zhang Wen sent him to “abduction”. How could I not think of this level of regret?
Professor Wei went on to say, “Look, I have to see that the value of the deal is not worth it. I’m sorry.
“It’s fun! Zhang Wenqi took a table and said, “The deal is simple, and this is the 18 people who helped me live, you stay in the tablet, and you have 18 more to help the soul to be reborn. I’m sorry.
“What do I get? Professor Wei asked.
“I’ll pick 18 more to help you live. Zhang Wenqi said this and added the following sentence: “You must know that this is the least-lossed deal at the moment, otherwise it is not just these people who will die. I’m sorry.
“What if I don’t agree with the deal? “Professor Wei slowly stood up from the sofa and got serious.
And Zhang smiled, reclining on a chair, and lazily said: Then I will send you back to the tablet of peace, and thou shalt be there with that soul, for ever and ever. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wenqi applied magic and Professor Wei disappeared.
13
I’m the only one left in the office. Zhang Wenqi watched Professor Wei’s shadow disappear and shouted, “The old and the dead.” Then turned his head to me, laughing, saying, “Son, I was going to come to you. Now that you’ve brought the door, it’s perfect. Let’s start with you.” You should be honored, you’re the most special of 18 people. I’m sorry.
Zhang Wen Kai spoke to me, turning around and ripping out a bookcase with a slider behind it, with a huge yellow cloth on the wall, and a huge golden charm painted on it. And I see at first sight that what was rightened by the spell of the rebirth, is Zhang Wenqi.
Zhang Wenqi went to the spell, pointing at the parable below it, and said, “Eight eight people are the eighteenth hell, so you shall go to the eighteenth hell for me.” Say, what kind of hell do you want? Ha ha ha ha. And he laughed again, whispering, “But you have no choice but to go to hell on the eighteenth floor. You know what hell is? There’s nothing but empty space, where you can never find a way out. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Who goes to hell is not sure.” I’m sorry.
“Students, but you? “Now, let me show you how I live.” I’m sorry.
Zhang Wenqi went to the wall and pulled a spell on the wall, with a huge black hole in the circle behind him, and it was so dark that it could not be seen.
I know that this is the centre of the tablet, the path of rebirth. He’s going to start a rebirth.
I rushed up and planned to take him down by force, but just as I had just taken two steps, the office door was broken open and two big men broke in and threw me down.
They’re holding me dead with their hands like nails. I struggled hard on the ground, but with little effect, to look up and see the Zhang Kai standing up.
At this moment, my phone in my clothes rings without warning.
The bell surprised me, and one of the big guys pulled out my phone and threw it on the floor. I looked on the side, and the chief called.
Zhang Wenqi said to himself, “You have no choice but to die and bury me with him. That is the life, and fate. Do you understand?” He said that he was walking in the face of the life course, with his chest in a black circle.
Since there’s only one death, I’ll have to make a big move.
With my heart in my mouth, my soul’s spell, and my dark power. As planned, Zhang Wen and I were in this office building in a balm, and when I read the curse seven times, Zhang Wen Wen Wen Wen’s soul would be seized, and my veins would burst through my brain’s veins and die.
Then my soul can lock Zhang Wenqi’s soul.
In fact, before entering Zhang Wenqi’s office, I had decided to die — as Professor Wei had done — by collecting Zhang Wenqi’s soul and locking it in, preventing him from being alive and from reborn.
For the fifth time, I had felt blood in my eyes and a blurry consciousness.
At that time, only Zhang Wenqi, who was standing in front of me, shuddered and almost fell. He held his hands in the bookstores, slowed down, saw me chanting a curse, and was busy with the black man: “Close his mouth!” I’m sorry.
Two black-clothed men left their hands open and could not find something that was jamming my mouth. They punched me in the face, and the hammer hit me with a big fist, almost stunned me and the spell stopped.
Zhang Wen Kai stood up straight and said, “Yes, young students, I didn’t think that young people had the courage to come up for their lives. I’m sorry.
I threw up the blood in my mouth with a little consciousness and I barely laughed: “The old monster, it’s not a change of life, it’s a rescue. I’m sorry.
I was relieved, and I was close to the last curse, and when I had finished reading, Zhang Wen Kai came out of his body, and I made my soul out of my mind, and placed his town in this building’s tablet.
“The palace of the Queen, the Queen, the three spirits, the peace of the womb, the House of the Lord, and I was born…”
And when the last two sentences were recited in our mouths, my eyes became blurry, and I saw only a black air flashing from before me, and went straight to the Quran, where the Quran cried out, and fell down on the ground with a loud sound.
When he fell down, I lost consciousness and my mouth clearly cried out two words: “Don’t…”
14
No! No! I screamed madly and found myself waking up like a nightmare. Open your eyes and shoot at me. I looked up, and I found this strange, gray sun, room, broken stairs.
Is this in the tablet? This is the ladder to where? I moved and I felt sore and swollen. He’s wet, he’s got his hands on his face, he’s all blood.
I’m alive? I looked around and suddenly saw a rusty iron door.
Isn’t this Professor Wei’s doorway? Why am I sitting here? It was in Sun Wenqi’s office.
I was wondering, suddenly the phone rings. I pulled out my cell phone. It’s from the boss.
I can’t lift the phone.
“Where are you in the creek? Why didn’t you answer the phone? I’m sorry.
“What’s wrong with me?” I thought about the phone that was just thrown away by two big guys, and I didn’t know what to say.
“You didn’t come back to your dorm all night, did you go out with your girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
“No…no. Didn’t you stay in the dorm last night? I’m sorry.
“It’s bullshit. Everyone was in the dorm last night, and you didn’t come back. Guess you went all night. “Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Be safe outside. There’s been an accident, and the Qin brothers in the dorms are all right, and suddenly they’re going crazy, and they’re scratching their skin and bleeding. Is that weird?”
Brother Qin? He died last night. I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? Who’s dead?”
“Oh, nothing. Nothing. How’s Qin? I’m sorry.
“The weird thing is, all of a sudden it’s okay again, like it’s okay. I’m sorry.
He was still there, and I understood.
Last night, the death of Qin’s brother must have been a false impression of Professor Wei’s plan, forcing me to go back to war, without turning back. The Qin brothers went mad because Zhang Wengqi started a rebirth. And it’s my soul who fought Zhang Wen Kai in the principal’s office.
Is it my soul? Maybe it was a dream.
But I know it’s not a dream. On the morning of the same day, the entire school was informed that its founder, the principal of my school, Professor Zhang Wenqi, a renowned architect, had suffered a sudden cerebral haemorrhage and had died at work. When Zhang Wenqi died, he was said to have eyes open, as if he were alive, while there was a dark circle on the chest of his body and nobody knew what it was.
15
Soon, the school changed its principal, and my university life continued, but in my heart, a great regret remained. That’s the day I opened my office.
When the room says “no,”
Because just as I was about to lose consciousness, I saw black gas as the soul of Professor Wei.
A man dies as a ghost, a ghost dies as a ghost. A ghost can be born, but a ghost can never be born, and can only be transformed into nothing in the universe.
When I saw Professor Wei when I was in the office of the principal, and when the suppressed soul in the airstone was gone, I assumed that he was the soul before me, and that his soul had been buried with the soul in the airstone, and that he had helped me to suppress Zhang Wenqi.
So I tried to kill myself and keep his soul.
But I did not have the capacity to keep his soul in the tablets and to continue fighting with Zhang Wenqi.
And the airstone, how sad.
This guilt is bothering me at times, and I can only continue my university life without doing anything.
This day, I was studying at the library, sitting alone with me. I looked around and saw this man in a short, skinny, black dress.
Isn’t this Professor Wei’s hour job? She’s human?
I looked up at the students who were reading at the library and whispered, “Who are you? Are people ghosts?”
The woman threw away her hair and laughed in a mysterious way, saying, “We were kings in the last life, and the last was the poor. In this world, we will be students.” I’m sorry.
I was nervous: “You, you are the soul in the tablet?” What are you doing? Why did you come out?
The woman laughed: “It’s no fun to be in there.” I’m sorry.
She said that she was the soul that had been suppressed by Professor Wei, and 20 years ago she had been put up with him and abandoned her rebirth, but had been reborn and had become a normal person, already 20 years old.
So Professor Wei knew about Zhang Wenqi’s plot? I’m sorry.
The woman noded: “I knew it from the beginning, but he was waiting for a heir.” I’m sorry.
“What heir?”
The woman stood up and gave me a fragrance. And I came in blindly, and I felt as though he was in it, and he fell down and looked at it as a small, irregular, hexagonal stone-shaped thing, dressed in ropes, with eighteen poems written on it.
And I looked at it, and I couldn’t understand it, and the woman said, “Professor and heir to Zhang Wenqi’s soul.” You can save lives, and of course Professor Wei’s heir. I’m sorry.
“Take care of them”? They’re here? This is a balm? I’m sorry.
“I hope you can release Professor Wei’s soul one day.” I’m sorry.
“Professor Wei’s soul is still there? I saw his soul. I’m sorry.
The woman laughed: “No soul is fine. Professor Wei never thought of rebirth, let alone immortality, or even rebirth.” “He only wants to be worth it, whether alive or dead.” I’m sorry.
“So you, the Emperor who once held the river, don’t want to be born again? “I had a hot head and made a funny joke.
The woman laughed and said, “I should go. I’m sorry.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going back to the palace. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe this girl’s cute and funny. Get up and give her a ride, look at her far away, and I’m a little jumpy. At that point, it was felt that the twirling of the twirling tablets on the hand.
(concluded)
Notes:
The story of Grandmother is more detailed in this column, “The Life and Death of Cousin Autumn”.
