Otherworldly Merchant

I came to the spirit in an instant, and it was clear that Amur was under control!

When I put the visor on him, I followed him quietly behind Amur and saw him running from his house to the beach with a bag of cloth.

I kept an eye out for him, after all, the last time I was with the T-shirt guy, so I decided not to move lightly no matter what I saw.

It is now more than 10 pm and people in small towns rest early, apart from a few lights on, the whole town is dark, even if there are street lights do not feel bright enough.

When he reached the beach, Amur pulled a flashlight out of the cloth bag and opened it and put it aside, and suddenly his scene appeared in the curtain.

I looked up and saw him digging a pit on the beach and then pulling something out of a cloth bag.

“It's underpaper...” I mumbled.

Seeing him seriously split the underpaper and lit it with matches, his mouth was all together saying something, and it looked like he was supposed to be sacrificing someone.

If the man in front of me is Amur, I can still suspect that he is the one who sacrificed Wang Qiang, but every word he says and does is a doll, so who is he sacrificing, why should he go to the beach to sacrifice?

“Rest in peace! ”

At the end of the day, the undercover paper was gone. At the moment of extinguishing, Amur suddenly stood up and shouted at the sea. Although I understood, his pronunciation was clearly not the same as that of the Chinese language today, nor was it the language on the side of Cliff Gate Town.

As soon as I patted my head, yes, the pronunciation was the same as the one I heard in the mouth of Thorwald. Although it was clearly not a word, the pronunciation of each place had its own character, and I could still hear it.

When the sacrifice was finished, Amur went back, and he took a few steps and suddenly looked at me with a sarcastic smile on his mouth. I know he saw me, and Sol stopped hiding, and stood up and stared at him cold.

When I stood in the open, I realized that Amur's eyes were red, as if they were stained.

“Huh...” he grinned, sounding strange, seemingly many people at the same time, hearing me dizzy.

Then he stopped looking at me, but kept walking back, and when he came to Amur's house, he suddenly turned around, and I ran twice as fast as I could, but I didn't see anyone.

“Shit!” I hammered my fist against the wall, watching the empty streets feel crushed by a deep sense of frustration.

Then I ran straight to Amur's house and found him lying on the bed, his wife was scared by my sudden arrival and asked what I was going to do. I waved impatiently and called Amur up, asking him if he remembered what he had just sat down.

He looked at me and said, "He just stayed in the living room for a while and slept in the bedroom."

“Sleeping? Look at the sand on your shoes. Did you know you just ran out?” I'm not angry with the shoes by the bed.

He looked at it and shocked me. He asked me what he had done. I had no heart to talk to him. I just told him that he was under control. Now I have to protect him from another accident.

Amur certainly couldn't help but ask me to keep his demands. He grabbed my arm and made his wife treat me to something to eat. Where was I in the mood to eat, and waved his hand so he wouldn't have to bother to sit aside.

I didn't really believe him because Amur had lied to us once, but I just watched his reaction carefully and found it not to be fake.

So he was just under control!

I rubbed my eyebrows, a little irritated, and now there's no other way, I just have to wait for the T-shirt guy to get there.

If you know exactly who the talking spirits are, it's easy to fix a lot of things.

I stayed at Amur's house all night and he didn't have an accident. I relieved him that it was best not to do anything offensive during this time. He also knew it was awesome and nodded his head.

Out of Amur's house, I went to the basement first, and the people in there, apart from their poor mental state, were not in danger.

“Mr. Zhang, haven't you come back yet?” He Chengda found me and frowned after shaking me all morning for nothing.

I asked him what was the matter, and he said that the experts over there had given the news, and although they were not sure what they were talking about, they could be sure it was the official language of the Song Dynasty.

“It is the Song Dynasty.” I had predicted this a long time ago, so I didn't feel anything when he said it.

He Chengda was somewhat embarrassed to say that because the time was too tight, there was no way to determine the content right now, and even the official language, every place was surprised, which made translation more difficult.

Of course I know the difficulty of this task, otherwise I wouldn't have a headache. If every archaeological task were so easy, there wouldn't be so many archaeological difficulties in history!

I nodded to say I knew, just wondering why he was looking for a T-shirt guy.

He Chengda scratched his hair with embarrassment: “It was said that he should have known someone more professional at first, so I wondered if his side had come to fruition. ”

I was surprised by the T-shirt man's connection, but he hasn't come back yet, and I can only shake my head with regret: "Not only hasn't he come back, the phone's off. ”

“Is something wrong?” He Chengda asked with interest.

I laughed, “No. ”

With the ability of T-shirt man, he can solve even if something happens, so don't worry, but see how he can live without believing me, I have to stop persuading him.

The next two days I went to see Amur and there was nothing else to do, and the latter was not under control for the first time, which gave me the illusion that the Yin Ghost was no longer in Cliff Gate Town, but nothing was good, at least I could safely wait for the result.

And the T-shirt guy we missed finally came back the third night, and there was nothing wrong with it but the dust.

And he saw my first sentence, and he said, "Here comes the content. ”

“What is it?” I asked nervously.

The T-shirt man shook his head with disappointment: "It is the official word of Southern Song, saying nothing but that those who oppress the people deserve to be punished and that we should stay out of it. ”

I couldn't help but be disappointed at what he said. I thought it would turn out as long as the content came out, but it still seemed like a mess.

“But I have some good news.” The T-shirt man exhaled, and obviously the news was also very shocking to him.

I stared at him nervously, seemingly unable to speak, and he pulled something out of his arms, the light imprint he drew. I couldn't see it clearly, and he vomited, "This is a seal. ”