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Chapter 182 Ghost Dew

"Teacher, are you kidding me?" I smiled stiffly and touched the teacher's arm imperceptibly. When I saw the scene in front of me, I was completely stunned.

My arm was embedded into Master's body easily!

I suddenly felt like the world was spinning and the sky seemed to have collapsed. How could the invincible master in my heart be a ghost? I stretched out my hand to grab Master's shoulders, but the cruel reality slapped me mercilessly again - I hugged him empty...

"Teacher, this is not true. You must have used a blind trick, right?" I asked with a tearful voice.

The master shook his head with a serious expression.

I staggered back two steps, as if the strength in my body had been drained. I couldn't believe that everything in front of me was real, and my heart seemed to have been stabbed hard by a steel needle.

"No!!!" I choked.

The cool breeze rushed in from the window and blew mercilessly onto my face. Tears fell from the corners of my eyes one by one, gathered on my chin, grew larger, and dripped...

"Disciple, there is no need to be sad. Everyone is destined to die, not to mention that my master has been dead for a long time." Master looked at me kindly and stroked my hair with his big hands.

His palm is like a breeze, soothing my soul and making it as calm as water.

I wiped the tears from my face and asked in a trembling voice: "Teacher, how did you die? Can you tell me?"

The reason why I ask this is that I don't believe that Master, who has such a high level of spiritual conduct, will die easily, and judging from the fact that his soul is still in the human world, he must have unfulfilled wishes.

"Xiao Luo, when your strength reaches your peak, my master will tell you the whole story." The master said to me calmly: "Now, let us figure out how to find the girl's soul."

"Okay, I listen to the teacher!" I nodded firmly and clenched my fists.

"Actually, the way to find her soul lies in your hands." As if to help me get out of my depression, Master said to me with a smile as if nothing was wrong.

"In my hands?" I looked at Master in confusion.

"Yes, don't you have a notebook of your grandfather's in your hand?" Master reminded.

"Yes, there is, but apart from recording some weird things, there is no way to find the soul at all." I said.

"That's because you didn't really see the contents on the notepad." The master squinted his eyes and said with deep meaning.

After listening to Master's words, I lowered my head and pondered, but no matter how much I thought, I couldn't think of anything else that I had missed. After all, I almost finished reading that notebook. I was sure that I would never be in it. I haven’t seen the content, unless those words are smaller than bacteria.

I asked anxiously: "Teacher, what is the content? Please don't sell it."

The teacher smiled and said to me: "You only saw the surface content of that notepad, but the core knowledge inside can only be seen with the help of a prop."

"Surface content?" I opened my mouth in surprise and asked, "Teacher, what props are you using?"

"If you want to see the contents of the notebook, you need to use ghost dew." After the master finished speaking, he explained to me: "Use ghost dew to brush every piece of paper in the notebook, and you will be able to see the real content on it. , based on your grandfather’s knowledge, there must be a way to find the soul of life, and the rest is up to you.”

"Teacher, can I ask you something more?" I knew that if I asked Master, he wouldn't say anything to me. Masters are like this. They love to show off and say half a sentence to make people think. But I suddenly thought of something Very important thing.

"Xiao Luo, what else can I do?" Master asked me.

"Teacher, do you have any way to make Han Xiaolin and the girl in that room lose their memory?" I pointed to Han Xiaolin and Su Mumu's room.

"Amnesia?" Master looked at me in disbelief.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want them to forget what happened tonight. After all, Xiaolin met Lu Diyi, and Su Mumu also heard the conversation between us just now." I explained.

"This is easy to handle." After the master finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and flicked Han Xiaolin's forehead, and then turned into a wisp of smoke and floated into Su Mumu's room.

What makes me depressed is that the master floated into Su Mumu's room and never came out again. Needless to say, he left without saying goodbye.

I hugged Han Xiaolin tightly and went back to her house.

I had no words all night. Early in the morning, I called Zhuoyi and asked him what ghost dew was. Zhuoyi smiled and told me that ghost dew is water droplets condensed from the resentment of ghosts. He also said that it is not It's not difficult to get, and can usually be found in the hands of the person who raises the imp or when the corpse becomes evil.

I asked him if he had, and he said that Longhu Mountain doesn’t raise imps, and that was Maoshan’s trick.

This is called disdain, and it makes me extremely depressed. I don’t care whether you are from Longhu Mountain or Maoshan, I just want ghost dew now.

After hanging up the phone, I heard a sound coming from the living room. I went out and saw that Han Xiaolin and Su Mumu were both up, chattering and going to the bathroom together.

Seeing that they were fine, I felt a little more at ease.

I spent the whole morning in class absentmindedly. I was always thinking about the ghost dew. I thought to myself, teacher, what detours are you taking? Just tell me.

Of course, there is another thing that puzzles me. How did my master know that there is a method to find Han Xiaolin’s soul in grandpa’s notebook? How did he know that he could use ghost dew to see the contents of his grandfather's notepad? This reminded me again of the scene when I saw my grandfather and master arguing in the spiritual platform. These two old men must know each other!

I was just thinking wildly when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I took it out and saw it was Zhuoyi.

I put my head under the table and answered the phone.

"Hey, Brother Zhuo, what's going on?"

"I have a simple matter. I want to find a husband. I happen to have no time. Can you go?" Zhuoyi asked on the other end.

I should be happy that Zhuoyi can think of me when it comes to making money like this. After all, the family that can hire a husband is definitely not a small family, but I don’t have any thoughts now. I can’t even take care of my own wife. What kind of dead person can I take care of? ? So I said to Zhuoyi: "Brother Zhuo, please find someone else."

"You don't want Guilu anymore?" Zhuoyi asked me.

"Yeah, it's just because of this that I don't have time... Wait, Brother Zhuo, you mean, that house has ghost dew?" An idea suddenly appeared in my mind.

"I don't know if there is ghost dew, but I heard that if I die with my eyes closed, it is very likely that I will become evil." Zhuoyi said.