Gong Fugui shook his head, "Someone talked to me about business here before, but never about the Qiulong Burial Mound."

I recalled my meeting with Gong Fugui. Judging from how efficiently his men set up the tables and chairs, it wasn't the first time they had done such a thing.

This meant Gong Fugui wasn't negotiating business in a broken-down house for the first time.

Therefore, sitting on Gong Fugui's corpse wasn't the only condition to trigger the story.

Feng Ruoxing's analysis should be correct.

But what could we do with these clues we found?

The book ghost's thinking was like a celestial steed soaring across the sky, leaving no trace. All he allowed you to see were the clues he deliberately left behind.

I still had two clues I hadn't found: the cursed chat group and the Qiulong Burial Mound!

If I followed the direction of the Qiulong Burial Mound up Old Bald Mountain, I might fall into the subsequent story of the Qiulong Burial Mound.

If I went to find that chat group, wouldn't that be the same as forcing myself into a story I was trying to avoid?

There were no foolproof secret techniques in the world, nor were there perfect stories.

To crack this game of the book ghost, there must be another key.

But I just couldn't find where it was!

While I was silent, Xia Mengying came over, "I understand what that symbol means. It's an ancient shamanic script. It means 'no rest.'"

I couldn't help but gasp, "This is to make the ghosts restless!"

I looked at Gong Fugui again and fell silent, "Let's go! We need to find someone."

I couldn't say some things in front of Gong Fugui's body, so I had to leave this mass grave first.

After I got into the car, I subconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror. Gong Fugui's ghost was standing alone on the roadside, waving at our car as if he had something to say.

Ye Yang also noticed him, "Go back?"

"No, keep going." I said in a deep voice, "Once most of a story has appeared, the clues there aren't worth risking our lives to pursue."

"Look at the mountain!" I turned my head to look at the mass grave, "Those wandering souls are still going in and out of the broken house. Can you guarantee that they haven't buried Gong Fugui's body again?"

"I must have missed something." I gently tapped the worn book in my hand, "Call Zhao Ci and ask if there's anyone in the provincial antique business who specializes in collecting ancient books."

In the antique business, not many people collect ancient books. The valuation of ancient books is more complicated than other antiques. There are different criteria for the era, content, version, and even the writing, and ancient books are more difficult to preserve.

Not many people collect ancient books purely from an antique perspective; scholars are more likely to collect these things.

Zhao Ci quickly sent me a message: "The only person in the provincial capital who likes to collect ancient books is Professor Yang..."

I glanced at Professor Yang's information. He was purely a scholar-type figure, and collecting old books was his greatest hobby.

However, he had very high requirements for ancient books. People in the antique business had introduced him to ancient books several times, but he hadn't been interested. Over time, few people actively contacted him for business.

However, Professor Yang had been in contact with a person called "One Glance Master" (Yi Yan Tong). That person was a somewhat famous figure in the antique business, someone who could see through anything at a glance.

I held the information and said, "Do you think this antique dealer, One Glance Master, could be the One Glance Master in the Qiulong Burial Mound story?"

Feng Ruoxing frowned, "It's hard to say. Should we investigate 'One Glance Master'?"

At this time, Xia Mengying, who hadn't spoken, said, "I have an opinion, but I don't know if I should say it."

I smiled, "We are partners who live and die together now. What can't be said? Besides, our Liangjie Hall isn't a one-man show. Just say whatever you want."

Xia Mengying said, "I think you've been approaching this problem with the mindset of a sorcerer. If you switch to the mindset of an author, you might have unexpected discoveries."

I immediately became interested, "What do you mean by that?"

Xia Mengying opened the pages we took from the corpse, "Look at this book. Although the other party's writing style is close to popular fiction, if you look closely, you can still find traces of modern writing in the way it's written."

I raised my eyebrows, "Are you saying that this story was written by a modern person?"

"Yes! Look here... here... and here..." Xia Mengying pointed out several places in succession, "These characters are obviously simplified characters. If the person writing the book lived before the founding of the People's Republic, they wouldn't have used this simplified form of writing."

"In other words, the author of this story is deliberately writing in traditional characters."

"Anyone who likes to write stories, and is good at writing stories, has one characteristic: when they are writing passionately, they will be immersed in their own story. At that time, their minds are completely in the story, and their usual habits will unconsciously show."

"So, I'm even more certain that Qiulong Burial Mound came from the hand of a modern person. Can you try to think differently?" Xia Mengying stopped there.