I saw no one under the tree that Fei Wutong pointed at. The lantern they threw on the ground might have been extinguished, but under the cold moonlight, it was clear that there was no one under the tree.

I heard someone say from behind: "There must be someone. The child just now was there. He may have gone into the woods."

Qiu Wuhen gave a bitter smile, shook his head and said, "Why don't you go back to bed? If you really can't sleep, just study."

"No, his face is very pale and frightening."

"Changing faces is not a great trick. Many entertainers can change faces with just a swipe of their hands. It can also be very scary."

"It's not the kind of face-changing, it's real."

"Since it is true, I think you are probably too scared to sleep well, so you might as well..."

"No, no, no, we just want to sleep peacefully and don't want to do or think about anything."

The two of them quickly returned to the house, changed their clothes and lay on the bed. They closed the windows and covered their heads. No one dared to speak anymore.

Neither of them slept well that night, and their eye sockets were blue when they woke up the next morning.

When Qian Jinzhi saw them leaving the yard, he pointed to a lantern in the corner of the house and said, "Okay, I just went over and saw your lantern on the ground and picked it up. There is indeed a tree coffin on the other tree.

There are a few footprints on the ground below. They are indeed not big. They should be those of an eleven or twelve-year-old child. This shows that you are not lying. But it also confirms that what you saw yesterday was just a child. Otherwise, ghosts would not have left them.

Footprints."

When Fei Wudan heard what Qian Jinzhi said, he knew that Qiu Wuhen had told everyone about the ghost they saw last night. He shook his head in distress and said, "No, Chief Balu said yesterday that there are ghosts in this place."

Unlike the ghosts of the Han people, the ghosts of the Han people are ethereal. But the ghosts here are just like people, so their legs are tied with ropes."

At this time, the old inspector came out tremblingly on crutches, looked at them, and said in a low voice: "Listen to me, I am leaving soon, so I will leave these words to you. No matter what strange things you encounter here,

Don't go to find out what happened, and don't ask why you can stay here, otherwise it will be miserable."

He pointed his fingers up and down his nose, looked down at himself, and added with a wry smile: "Have you seen me? I just didn't do this, so I ended up like this."

When several people heard this, their scalps went numb.

Linghu Ding said: "Are there many strange things happening here?"

"The people here are different from us. Some things seem normal to them and strange to us, but it's strange. Just pretend you haven't seen it, so everyone is better. You can just listen to this, and I won't listen if you don't.

There is no way, but if you don't listen, you may not be able to get out of this mountain."

Fei Wudan said: "Old inspector, you are going home soon, so don't scare people here, okay?"

The old inspector smiled and wanted to say more, but suddenly he heard the voice of the chief clerk behind him saying: "Okay, the preparations are almost done, it's time for us to set off. Leave early to enter the city, otherwise we have to ask for the city gate to be opened.

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While they were talking, the horses had been prepared. At this time, Balu and the squire also came, asking Qiu Wuhen if she was sleeping well.

Qiu Wuhen didn't mention what happened yesterday. He only said that he slept well. There was nothing noisy in the mountains and fields. The air was fresh and he slept very sweetly.

But that was not the case for him. He had some insomnia last night. After all, it was his first day as an official.

But on the first day, he encountered some strange things. In such a strange village, he was not sure what would happen next.

He said goodbye to the old inspector and the chief clerk, and personally took his people to the entrance of the village.

Before the old inspector left, he held Qiu Wuhen's hand and said earnestly: "Master Qiu, be sure to remember what I just told you. Apart from that, everything else here is very good. You will have a wonderful life."

Goodbye, everyone."

Balu brought the wine, and everyone drank a few glasses of wine before waving and riding away.

Balu said: "Today I will accompany you to walk around and get to know the surrounding situation. From now on, it will be more convenient for you to do things in various villages."

Qiu Wuhen agreed and went back to make preparations, because it would probably take two or three days to complete the trip.

Qiu Wuhen returned to the room, picked up a pen and wrote three sample essays, all of which were related to this year's Wenjiang Prefecture Academician Examination questions. They were all typed out using a printer.

As a result, when these three essays were handed over to Linghu Ding and several others, they were all shocked.

Linghu Ding hadn't even read the article yet. He pointed at the three sample essays and asked Qiu Wuhen in great surprise: "Sir, are these three copies all in your handwriting?"

Qiu Wuhen looked around and said, "Do you think there is someone else hiding around me who can help me write for me?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just think that Mr. is really amazing. He is good at three different brushwork techniques, and each brushwork technique is profound and superb. Moreover, there is a huge gap between these three brushwork techniques. I still

I have never seen anyone with such three styles of writing at the same time. After a person's calligraphy is finalized, it is actually very difficult to change it, and in my case, you can't see any common connection between the three."

"I don't agree with this. I think these three documents have one thing in common."

"But you don't know what it is?"

"That means they are all written in black and white."

Everyone laughed, and Linghu Ding said sarcastically: "It turns out that the gentleman is joking, but in fact I am not joking at all. I just think that the gentleman's literary talent is really admirable. I will read these three articles again."

The three articles are divided into three different topics, and these three topics are actually related to that sentence and are explained from different angles. From this, it is equivalent to assigning three days of homework.

Qiu Wuhen said: "After breakfast, I set off to visit various villages. The five of you stay at home and must study hard and study hard. Don't be playful. Mr. Linghu, as a gentleman, you have the obligation to guide them.

Their studies cannot be allowed to be playful."

Linghu Ding bowed and said, "I will keep an eye on them."

At this time, Balu came with people, Qiu Wuhen got on his horse, and took Qian Jinzhi and Ke Baotou to other villages to inspect.

After they left, several people sat around Qiu Wuhen and looked for the inspection room. This room was relatively large and suitable for use as a school. Qiu Wuhen didn't have any official business and didn't need to sit and work, so it was natural that this room would be the place to be.

Where they study.

Linghu Ding took out the first article, read it with his head shaking, praised it repeatedly, then asked everyone to copy it down, and then began to explain.

He spent a whole morning analyzing the beauty and brilliance of this article one by one. There were also areas that he thought could be further improved.

In fact, although this article was also written by people who became scholars in later generations, it is not a high-level article like a scholar, and it is relatively inferior.

It was just for the sake of relevance, so I brought it out for them to see, but compared to the level of these four people, it was definitely far beyond it.

But for someone like Linghu Ding who is used to reading wonderful articles, there are still some shortcomings, and he can also put forward some suggestions for improvement.

But after he finished speaking, he felt it was inappropriate and immediately explained that these opinions only represented his own personal opinions and did not necessarily mean they were correct.

He also said that they could write according to their own preferences, and then let them start writing this article in the afternoon and evening.

After finishing writing, Linghu Ding reviewed and revised the article one by one, and then asked them to revise the article again according to their opinions before finalizing the draft.

After reading it when he was finalizing it, he secretly admired it. Without Qiu Wuhen's article as an introduction, he would never have been able to write such a good article.

After finishing writing, it was already nightfall. After a tiring day, everyone felt that time passed very quickly.

Linghu Ding said to everyone: "This article is very good, so you have to ponder it over and over again. Before going to bed, each person should copy this article carefully and ponder it carefully."

So everyone went back to their rooms to continue studying, and copied it again before going to bed.

Qian Jinzhi followed Qiu Wuhen and left, leaving only Chuncan and Linghu Zhi in the room.

The two of them carefully copied the article on one side of the table. They had already copied one copy each before. This time, they mainly wanted to appreciate the beauty of Qiu Wuhen's article while copying.

As I was writing, Chuncan suddenly wiped his neck and twisted it a few times.

Linghu Zhi, who was sitting opposite, looked at her curiously and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just feel a little itchy on my neck."

"Hurry up and write. I'm going to sleep now. I'm already sleepy. Have you ever felt like this? It's especially easy to get sleepy when you get here."

"I'm not sleepy, but I'm feeling nervous. I always thought I was brave enough, but when I got here I realized that I still need more courage. It's really weird here."

As they talked, they continued to write articles, writing that Chuncan wiped the back of his right neck with his hand, looked up and found nothing.

So she coughed twice and continued writing. Linghu Zhi couldn't help but ask her: "What are you doing? I see you seem to be taking pictures of something."

"Yeah, I always feel like something keeps touching my neck, then leaves, and then comes back to touch my neck again."

Linghu Zhi said angrily: "If you want to scare people on purpose, then just scare people. I'll wait for you to finish writing before I continue writing."

"I didn't scare you, okay, I'll change places."

She moved the paper and pen to the other side of the table and sat down to continue writing. However, she just wrote a few strokes and touched her forehead with her hand. She looked up strangely, but there was nothing.

Linghu Zhi said: "What are you doing?"

"I felt that thing touched my forehead again. It was really strange. I had already moved here, but this time he didn't touch my neck. Instead, he turned around and touched my forehead. What on earth was he trying to do?

"

"I don't understand now. Is there some kind of spider or something that we didn't see?"

As soon as he heard about spiders, Chuncan screamed, immediately threw the pen on the table, hid behind Linghu Zhi, and said: "I am most afraid of spiders, look at it."

Linghu Zhi snorted, shrank her neck and said, "Who is not afraid? I am afraid too."

Spring Silkworm boldly held the brush upside down and made two strokes in the air, but did not find any spider webs or anything like that.
Chapter completed!