Chapter 418: Invite One Home, Reason (5k)

The next day, Wen Yan was still lying in Zhu Wangye's new home. Today, his symptoms were almost gone. Zhu Wangye still brought him a casserole with cooked sweet soup.

Wen Yan held a small bowl and drank the sweet soup. He had begun to think that this thing was very delicious. The warm feeling in the stomach would greatly relieve the discomfort.

He asked Zhu Wangye again today. Zhu Wangye said twice that this was just an ordinary sweet soup. Ordinary people have it at home. The noodles don't need to be the best refined white noodles, and the sugar doesn't need to be white sugar.

The simplest and most common things are the best. This was the case hundreds of years ago. When the children in the family were not feeling well, they would cook some of this. It is still the same now.

Easy to digest, hot food, and sugar.

Wen Yan didn't ask any more questions. He just went to the kitchen to learn. It was indeed the simplest thing, just as Wen Yan remembered. Twenty years ago, the local ten-year-old children could make it, and the difficulty was about the same as scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Of course, he knew that the most common thing had an effect comparable to special medicine for his symptoms. This was obviously abnormal.

He asked this twice, but Prince Zhu didn't say it. But Wen Yan felt that it didn't seem like he was keeping it a secret, so there was only one possibility left.

He couldn't say it, or he didn't know how to say it at all.

Even if Prince Zhu didn't say it, Wen Yan could probably guess that Prince Zhu knew how to treat his symptoms.

Then there was a high probability that he knew what caused his symptoms.

Or, he had experienced something similar before.

When he thought of this, Wen Yan thought about who Prince Zhu was.

He had some guesses in his mind. There was only one guess before, that is, Prince Zhu was not crowned as a prince during his lifetime, but he was a member of the old Zhu family.

When the old Zhu family reached the later period, it was already a huge burden to support the huge members of the royal family. God knows who the old Zhu family was.

But now, Wen Yan has a concept in his mind. A prince of the old Zhu family seems to have a high status, but there is no record of his deeds, and everyone seems to have no impression.

Including those old ghosts who have been revived, they have no impression.

Maybe there is only another explanation that is more appropriate.

All the related things have been erased.

Just like what Wen Yan experienced this time.

If this is the case, then it may not be possible to talk about it casually. If Prince Zhu is really an eyewitness and the protagonist of the incident, then if he says these things, it may really have some impact or attract attention.

Wen Yan lay on the recliner, closed his eyes and recalled.

The first time Prince Zhu helped him check his body, his hand almost instinctively retracted. His shock was difficult to completely conceal, and he couldn't control his own emotions.

When asked about the sweet soup twice, Prince Zhu answered casually the first time, and the second time he answered exactly the same, but he seemed unusually serious.

That expression was definitely telling him something.

Just as he was thinking about it, his phone rang, and he saw that it was Feng Yao's call.

"What's the matter?"

"You ran too fast yesterday. My colleagues over there contacted me and wanted me to help ask. Can you give me some details? After all, we have to write a report. The ghost yesterday was very strange and typical. We must write a big report."

"Don't you all have records? What characteristics and features, everything is there. Why are you asking me?"

"The problem you solved, in case you encounter similar problems in the future..."

"Stop."

"What's the matter?"

"I wouldn't tell you if you think my solution to the problem is useful for reference?"

"..." Feng Yao was choked and didn't know what to say.

Indeed, it was recorded that the ghost could pull out people's souls. It seemed that it was not just a simple power, but a certain ability.

The current survivors are still in the hospital. In fact, they have not suffered much damage. It's just that their souls were forced to leave their bodies and they need time to recuperate.

According to the subsequent statements of the survivors after they woke up, the ghost may not have been trying to harm people. There is a great possibility that the ghost was just for a look.

The Lieyang Department investigated the previous victims. There was nothing much to say about the ghost with corpse spots. He was definitely not a good person.

As for the living victims, there are clues that show that guy also has big problems.

However, the Lieyang Department is not very willing to continue investigating. After all, everyone knows that even if there is a problem, it is just a low-level minion. If he can come forward, it means that there is a problem, and no one will be implicated.

In addition, they are all colleagues. Considering various factors, the people of the Lieyang Department think that the person is dead and it is not appropriate to continue digging deeper.

In addition to the words of the Taoist priest, it can be basically determined that the strange ghost is just to confirm something, not to kill people.

And Wen Yan, who went to solve this matter, is a soulless person.

This is indeed of no reference value. It is purely based on talent. Others really can't learn it.

And the useful information is indeed available in the Lieyang Department, so there is no need for Wen Yan to add any details.

Feng Yao sighed.

"Okay, that's true. That's it. Bye."

"Wait, have you still felt like vomiting these past two days?"

"Uh..."

After hearing Wen Yan's words, Feng Yao's face looked a little strange. The feeling of being suppressed by the busy work began to come up again, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit again.

After all, he had tried several times in a row for the purpose of experimentation.

"Hang up, hang up."

Feng Yao hung up the phone in a hurry.

Wen Yan knew the result from the voice, and it happened that he also needed an experimental target now.

After lying dead for another day at Prince Zhu's place, nothing unusual happened at night, so Wen Yan prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Prince Zhu took Wen Yan to the room where the tablet of Old Zhu was enshrined.

"Come, light the incense."

Wen Yan lit three incense sticks with Yang Qi, bowed respectfully, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Prince Zhu nodded, followed suit and bowed, looking at Old Zhu's tablet, thinking to himself.

Since you have bowed, and you have not disagreed, then this matter is settled.

When Wen Yan finished bowing, Old Zhu handed Wen Yan a package wrapped in red cloth.

"Take it back. I bought it for you. If you are free, worship it on the 15th of every month. Remember to worship it on the 4th, 2nd and 3rd of the first lunar month every year."

"Okay." Wen Yan knew what it was as soon as he saw the shape of the package. He didn't ask any more questions. Asking would probably not yield any results.

Prince Zhu was relieved to see that Wen Yan didn't ask anything.

"Take it back and worship it well. It will be good for you."

"Is it appropriate to say it directly?"

"There is nothing inappropriate. He will be happy if I say it in front of him."

Wen Yan took a look at the tablet of Old Zhu and thought that Prince Zhu was really a member of the Old Zhu family. And judging from the tone, he might not be a member of the later Zhu family.

Old Zhu's prestige among his descendants is not a little bit stronger.

Wen Yan carried the red package on his back. It was heavy. Before leaving, Wen Yan thought about it.

"Is it appropriate for me to go to the underworld?"

"Why do you have so many appropriate and inappropriate questions?" Prince Zhu was annoyed by Wen Yan.

Wen Yan laughed. That's right. There are not so many suitable and inappropriate things. If there are inappropriate things, that's other people's problem.

He left the underworld and came to Yuzhou smoothly.

When he saw Feng Yao, Feng Yao's complexion was not very good, and his face was a little yellow and green.

Wen Yan asked and found out that Feng Yao was a madman. He actually went to see the pictures and experimented several times.

"Talent! Do you want to improve so much?"

"Don't mention it. I just hope Minister Cai is still here. I'm almost exhausted. My bed is almost covered with hair. I haven't been back."

"Okay, wait, I'll get you something to eat."

Wen Yan came to the kitchen, borrowed a small milk pot, cooked a small pot of sweet soup for Feng Yao, and brought it to him.

"Eat it."

"What is this?"

"Eat it if I tell you to. Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up. I cooked it myself. Don't regret it if you don't eat it!"

Feng Yao hesitated to speak, and finally tasted it. It was very ordinary. After tasting it, he knew that the color was not soy sauce, but brown sugar.

He was still a little confused about what Wen Yan was doing when he began to feel a slight warmth spreading in his stomach.

Feng Yao was slightly startled and continued to eat. This time he was sure that he would not feel nauseous when eating. On the contrary, as he ate more, the feeling was obviously suppressed.

He stopped talking and ate while blowing air. After eating half a pot by himself, he raised his head.

"Where did you learn this? It's very useful?"

"Everyone in the north knows it. When children feel uncomfortable or have a stomachache, they eat this."

"I mean..."

"I said that everyone in the north knows it. It has been passed down among the people for a long time."

Feng Yao raised his head and looked at Wen Yan's eyes, and couldn't help but gasp.

"This..."

Has there been similar things before?

And the things that are suitable for the symptoms are the most common and easiest to obtain?

"There are no relevant records in the Lieyang Tribe?"

"Do you think it is possible that the Lieyang Tribe has only been established for a few decades, and many of the information is based on previous records?"

"How could there be no records of such a thing?"

"Are records reliable? Will they be passed down?"

"..." Feng Yao was speechless.

Many of the records in the Lieyang Tribe today are actually supplemented by the mountains and rivers, and a small part is actually supplemented by the classics left by those who went to sea two hundred to one hundred years ago.

After thinking again and again, Feng Yao asked a question solemnly.

"Do you think I can record this thing and put it in the Lieyang Tribe?"

"I advise you not to record it. At most, you will feel uncomfortable and drink some sweet soup."

"I understand."

Feng Yao was completely sure that there must have been similar things in the past, which would also trigger similar reactions.

But just like the picture, the things in it no longer exist, and the relevant records will be erased.

And things that relieve side effects should not be recorded directly.

How can this thing be passed down?

The simplest way is to make this thing available to everyone, a very, very common household item.

It is best to make it something edible.

It is best to add one more rule according to the characteristics of the Shenzhou people: if the children at home are not feeling well, they can eat this.

Then it can be guaranteed that when the children grow up, they will still remember it and it will still be passed down.

Thinking of this, Feng Yao thought to himself that the person who originally decided on this must be a genius.

If you think about it carefully, it is only in the past few decades that living conditions have improved.

In ancient times, no, even thirty years ago, this thing should still be the most popular choice for parents, especially in the north. Decades ago, things with sugar were good for children.

If it was put in ancient times, it would be needless to say.

"Can I ask where you learned this thing?"

"I said, ordinary people can do it."

"Oh, I'm too nosy."

Feng Yao took the spoon and finished the remaining half pot. He patted his belly and leaned back in the chair.

"I haven't had a full meal for several days, and now I'm finally comfortable."

"Find me a reason these days. I want to go to the headquarters and meet the head of the headquarters."

"This is simple. There are too many things in the Lieyang Department. If you want to find a reason to invite you and you must go, it's not simple. Just wait for the notice."

Feng Yao didn't ask any more questions, nor did he ask what Wen Yan was carrying on his back.

Wen Yan finished his trip and returned home.

He took a look at the basement and sighed. There was no room.

He came to the underground beehive and found a place on the first floor facing south and leaning against the wall. He rearranged the altar here without asking anyone to help. He worked on it all night.

Finally, the altar was set up. After he cleaned the tables and chairs, he took off the red package on his back, took out the tablet of Old Zhu, and placed it on the altar.

He also took an incense burner from Fuyu Mountain and placed it in front of the raised tablet.

He lit the incense, worshiped, and said.

"These are all my relatives and friends. If I put your tablet alone, it would not be appropriate.

I believe you will not mind this."

Wen Yan followed and worshiped the people who were worshipped at home.

Anyway, worship Old Zhu, there is nothing wrong with it from any angle.

After finishing all this, it was dawn, and he came to the living room and had breakfast with them.

After dinner, he lay on the sofa, squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dream.

Grandma stood outside the door, looking at Wen Yan's expression, feeling a little helpless.

"Grandma, why are you standing here?"

"You invited this person back, how dare I sit next to him."

"Everyone who comes to my house is an elder."

"You can think so, but I can't, it will seem unruly."

"Grandma, who uses the rules outside at home? The old Zhu family has never had to strictly follow the rules outside at all times, right?"

"That's true..."

Grandma pulled Wen Yan and sat on a chair in the yard.

"What happened?"

"Yes, I encountered something, but I'm just guessing, I'm not sure."

"Tell me, I'll help you find someone to ask."

"It's okay to say it here?"

"It may not be the case in other places." Grandma looked at the surrounding environment and Wen Yan's house: "But here, or in your house, it's okay."

Wen Yan held it in for a long time, so he told about the encounter with a strange ghost.

"Wait, I'll find someone to ask for you. You helped them a lot last time and almost lost your life. Now I'm just asking something."

"Not really..."

"Nothing, no, you risked your life, but you almost lost your life. Wait, I'll find you if there's anything."

Wen Yan was about to say something else when he opened his eyes. He had woken up.

He pondered what his grandmother said. In the dream, in his home, he didn't have to worry about the things he was worried about. Could he say anything?

So, this is an absolute safe zone?

Wen Yan waited for another two days. Everything was stable, except that he called the curator and scared the curator. The curator came in person and told him that everything was stable at the funeral home. If you were injured, you should take good care of your injuries. If half a year was not enough, he would approve a year of paid leave. He still had this right.

Two days later, he received a call from his fourth uncle.

"Hey, Wen Yan, are you busy these days?"

"No, please tell me if you have anything to say."

"It's like this, there's a meeting at the Lieyang Tribe, and we at Fuyu Mountain have to send someone to attend. We old guys don't want to bother.

Originally, it was your Senior Brother Qin who went, but he had a temporary mission these days and was not available.

It would be a bit perfunctory for someone from our Fuyu Mountain to go, so why don't you go."

"Okay, when?"

"Tomorrow's meeting is about how to promote some things initially at the current stage of the spiritual energy recovery.

In addition to some policy-related things, the rest should be related to martial arts, so it's not appropriate for us to go. It's better for you martial artists.

Your Grand Master Uncle said that you can make all the decisions on behalf of Fuyu Mountain.

You can agree to anything you think is appropriate.

You can reject anything you think is inappropriate."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone and waiting for a few minutes, he received a formal electronic invitation on his mobile phone.

A serious meeting, and the time and place had been set several days ago, and Fuyushan was indeed invited.

Feng Yao was right. It was too easy to find a serious and impeccable reason for him to go to the headquarters.

If he hadn't known in advance, he really couldn't tell that this was arranged by Feng Yao.

Or rather, this was not arranged at all, and he was supposed to go.

Wen Yan waited for two days, but still did not see any changes. He speculated that the person behind him had indeed stopped, or that the other party was very confident and did not believe that Wen Yan had the ability to know and respond in that situation.

He was actually worried that the memory he had forgotten at that time would come back and be "swallowed" by the other party and then spit out.

In this case, the other party would definitely know that he had a way to deal with it.

If you are caught by the pigtail, you must be anxious, and you can't do nothing.

Now there is no change, so it is likely that his reaction is abnormal, purely because he used the picture to interfere with the normal process at that time, resulting in a side effect.

The two properties are completely different.