These days, I did not leave my uncle, he asked me to find my grandfather's lost manuscript.

The three uncle's look was very nervous, he did not know how to do it, he already knew that the enemy entered, and he would find him in a very short time.

My uncle told me that if he could not find the manuscript at that time, he would die nine lives, but let me rest assured that even if he died, he would not even affect our family.

These days with him, our grandfathers already have feelings, the three uncles are a very introverted and very measured person, he rarely goes out of the house, more often in the backyard of the house, do not leave the house, do not know what to study.

Although I am not his apprentice, after all, blood is related to him as much as possible within the limits of ability.

According to the clues left by his mother, after his grandfather died, many of his things were packaged and sold to an old man called the raging king in the neighboring village at that time.Now more than ten years have passed, the raging king has long been not broken, is he still alive, also said two.

My uncle and I went to the neighboring village, so I asked, the raging king was still alive, now in his 70s, has retired to enjoy the blessing.

When he found him, the old man was drinking a little wine in the house.The man's eyelids were narrow, and we bought a few bottles of good wine, a bag of roasted chickens on the table, and he immediately changed his smile and asked us what happened.

The three uncles asked him, do you remember that there was an old man in the neighboring village that died, and whether you received anything from his family?

The tattered king took off his shoes on the stool, drank and licked his feet, and said with a smile: "Brother, I have a tattered king for a lifetime, and the ten-mile eight villages have gone all over, and can run more than a dozen times a day, who remembers the events of more than ten years ago."

What he said was the truth.The three uncles were silent, their brows locked, and now the tattered king is the only clue, which is broken and there is no trick.

I asked next to me, what do you usually do with the paper products you collect?

The raging king said, "A few miles down the national highway, there is a garbage disposal station, next to the paper mill."I sold things, they turned their heads and made pulp, and for more than a decade, the things you were looking for were supposed to be turned into elementary school textbooks."

Without asking for anything, my uncle and I stood up to say goodbye.

The three-man sighed: "The vast sea of people, is this witch law extinct from now on?"Maybe that’s God’s will.”

I said, “Shall we go to the paper mill?”

The three uncles were disheartened and waved their hands: “Forget it, go back.”The enemy came, I may not have the strength of a war, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one."

We were leaving, and a thin middle-aged man came in from outside, passed by, and went into the tattered king's yard.

I went on, and my uncle grabbed me and said softly, "This man has a problem."

I doubted that the three uncles pulled to the outside and squatted in the corner to peep.

The middle-aged man said to the tattered king in the house, “Old Chen, have you accepted the old books this week?”

“Take it.”The raging king and this man were very familiar, and he broke a string of keys from his waist and threw them: "Still in the backyard warehouse, find it for yourself."Old rules, about selling pounds, a pound of ten dollars."

The man took the key and went to the backyard, and the three uncles gave me a look, and the two of us came in again.The king said, “How did you come back?”

The three uncles lit him a cigarette and asked who it was.

The raging king said, "I don't close the tattered now, but there are still a few people who collect old books in the village and the town in the ten-miles and eight villages, and wait until the weekend to sell them at the thrift market."He was my old patron who came every week on weekends to pick out the books he was interested in.”

“How long have you known each other?”The three uncles asked.

The King: “Seventy-eight years.”Do you doubt that what you want him to take away?Impossible.He did not know him when your family sold his relics.”

The three uncles asked the man what his name was.

The raging king told us that everyone called him happy.

The three uncles told the raging king that he also wanted to read the old books.The king is not serious, it doesn't matter to his customers.

The three uncles pulled me into the backyard, the warehouse door was open, exuding a thick musty smell, and all the old books were placed inside.Under the yellow light, almost half of the warehouse was piled up, and it is estimated that there will be tens of thousands of copies.

The middle-aged man, called happy, was arching in a pile of books, flipping and picking up, seemingly not caring about the smell of the smoked people.

I asked my uncle what was wrong.

The three uncles looked at his back and said, "There is a magic air field fluctuation on this man, and it is likely that he is a fellow man."

I was shocked and my heart beat faster.

The three uncles came to the door of the warehouse, took out a small finger length of the candle from his pocket, and fixed it on the ground after lighting.Then he shouted, "There's joy."

The middle-of-the-life man stopped his hand and his whole body froze.He turned his head slowly, and I looked behind me, and this looked cold.

The middle-aged man's face was waxy and yellow, and his movements were sluggish and stiff, and in the yellow light, he looked like a dead man who had not long died.

He knelt on the ground, his body crouched forward, and his attitude was like a strange dog.

He looked at us, suddenly out of the inside, the body was very fast, driving the wind to let the candles at the door a few times.

The three uncles flashed, happy rushed out of the warehouse, holding a stack of books in their hands, and smashed them against us.The three uncles hid quickly, but I did not hide, was smashed, and then reacted, there was no trace of joy, and there was no trace of it.

I was stunned, and my half-day fast heartbeat was calm.

I picked up the book on the ground and looked at it carefully.This happy taste is very unique, he is looking for books are basically ancient books, turned a few pages, covered with mold, almost did not smoke me.

I threw the book back into the warehouse: "Let him run."

The three uncles smiled and picked up the small candle from the ground, "This is the wax left by ancient Myanmar, who has entered the spirit, as long as he is a man who has studied magic, he will be affected by the smell of the candle."The higher the spell, the lower the impact of the candle.Just now I tried this, this happy power level, even the entry is not.It is believed that it is to make the old books themselves.

I asked my uncle what it meant to be in the Great Spirit.

The three uncles smiled, "It's the ghost of the dead."

This sentence swallowed me for half a day did not come up, looking at this inconspicuous candle, I did not expect that there was still a ghost inside.

“Are you sure our things were stolen from him?”I said.

The three uncles looked outside the courtyard, went out of the God for a while, and said, "I have a hunch, although the timeline is not right, but what we want is likely to be related to joy."This person is strange, although the magic is low, the aura is mysterious, I have never met.When he ran, I made a mark on him, and he couldn't run out of my hand."

We come out of the backyard.When he came to the side of the road, the three uncles ordered a three-song.

The three uncles commanded the three buns, went out along the road, and went into the village for a while, and then went out of the town, full of places.Finally stopped next to a small community in the town, although I was full of suspicion, but the three uncles did not speak, I did not dare to ask more, followed him into the community.

We wandered inside for most of the day, and the sky gradually darkened, and he did not rush to find someone, but took me to a small restaurant to eat something.

When the food was almost over, the sky was completely dark, and we went into a residential building and went straight to the top floor.He let me block the stairs and told me that if there was a moment of joy rushing out, he was the first interception, and I was the second interception, and I must not let people run.

I nervously trembling, this time followed the three uncles out, he did not take the apprentice Zhang Hong, but with me, do not embarrass him.

I looked at an iron bar in the corner of the hallway, copied it by hand, waved it twice, and felt that I was still sitting on my hands and staring at the door.

The three uncles knocked on the door, not long, and there was a faint sound of footsteps inside.

The door "squeaked" opened, the door came out a woman's head, looked at us, some afraid: "You, who are you looking for?"

The three uncles first stopped the door with their feet and said, "We are happy friends, is he at home?"

The woman's teeth fight: "He, he's not home."Saying that it was about to close the door, the three uncles' feet should not hold: "Sister, don't you worry, we are not a bad person, we can go in and sit down?"

“You’re not a police officer, are you?”Women are especially afraid.

I looked at some wonder, this woman said should be a happy wife, but the performance is not very similar, but like some happy head, was caught and raped.

The three uncles pushed the door open, the lights in the living room, the TV turned off, and there was a little boy who was doing his homework and looked at us in horror.

The three uncles did not take off their shoes, stepped directly on the floor into the house, gave me a look, and signaled to come in together.I threw the iron bar away, don't frighten the woman and the child, and followed into the house and closed the door with my hand.This is a very ordinary residential, two rooms and a room, I do not know why, I feel very uncomfortable, and can not find uncomfortable points.

The three uncles looked around and casually asked the woman, "There is no joy."

“Yes.”The woman said, "He's not there at this time."

The three uncles came to me and whispered, "There is a happy here, I don't know why, his breath suddenly disappeared again, I don't know where he went."

The three uncles came to the inside of the bedroom, pushed their hands, the door locked, did not push open.He asked the woman for the key.

The woman was very afraid: “You, who are you?”

“Who are you again?”The three frowned and asked, "You're definitely not a happy wife."

The woman covered her chest and said, "I am actually hired to take care of his children, and he also asked me to pretend to be a husband and wife with him."I, I knew he must have committed a crime, and it wouldn't look like a good man."