of them seriously.For this, he even had a falling out with my grandfather and hasn't been home for two years."Xiao Qiao," he called out from afar, his gaze sweeping past me before settling on me with...Cheng Tao and Cheng Su, these are Dad's and my uncle's names.

This name was given according to the family's ancestral order, and it doesn't seem particularly special.

From my great-grandfather's generation onwards, my father was the eldest son and grandson, but our family's attitude towards life is basically to accept fate and wealth as it comes. We don't deliberately try to get our children to follow a planned path.

My father's childhood coincided with a major ideological shift in the country. As soon as he could remember, the nation was swept up in the tumultuous wave of reform and opening up.

Back then, there were no regulations or internet. The Mu family could make a fortune easily and amassed a considerable wealth in no time.

Everyone in the family started their own related businesses. My current little shop used to be my great-grandfather's store in the provincial city, and it was also his headquarters for receiving people.

Many years ago, the old master still frequently visited the shop. However, due to societal changes, this "feudal superstition" store closed for over ten years.

Later on, my family directly gave my dad a sum of money. My dad, being young, managed to turn this shop around successfully.

It wasn't until the national development project led to demolition and expansion that they purchased this current apartment building.

This is the information I got from my brother. My childhood was spent in our hometown, so I'm not familiar with my father's life.

My uncle Cheng Su is only about ten years older than us. Since he was born when our grandmother was around forty, we unconsciously call him "Little Cheng Su".

Uncle Cheng Su's personal life is even more of a mystery. He hardly ever goes back home, and with the national emblem on his head, he should try to minimize contact with his family.

These seem like ordinary things to me, but in Mr. Yan's diary, they are described in a completely different way.

In his diary, my dad was a little hoodlum when he was young. Ironically, this hoodlum had pretty good grades and was very popular with girls and boys alike.

And back then, bicycles were everywhere. Motorcycles were rare, costing tens of thousands to buy, and he already had a car picking him up and dropping him off at school.

During that era of reform and opening up, thoughts became increasingly lively. Fans adored my father deeply. These students were both loved and hated by teachers – a memorable experience.

This diary seems to be the result of Mr. Yan learning to use a computer after his retirement and recording his past diaries one by one, with some entries having notes in parentheses at the end.

(Those mischievous students from back then should now be parents, but alas, their appearances and voices have faded away, and we've lost touch. Only that one event from the past remains in my heart...)

What happened back then

I widened my eyes and continued searching, afraid of missing any of Mr. Yan's memories. In the comments he wrote at the bottom of many diary entries, he revealed quite a bit bit by bit.

Back then, my dad attended a boarding high school on the outskirts of town. At that time, there were still fields around the school.

As a public school, natural management is strict and students are not allowed to go out without permission. The convenience stores and restaurants opposite the school can only deliver things to students through the fence.

Only my dad became a trendsetter in the wall-climbing generation, the envy of all students with his light-footed kung fu skills.

I imagined it and thought that Mr. Yan, the homeroom teacher, wouldn't have an easy job.

As expected, it later mentioned that the school leaders had all received gifts from the Mu family and turned a blind eye to what my father did.

The thing that bothered Mr. Yan the most, besides frequently scaling walls to sneak out, was the toughest issue high school teachers faced—puppy love.

While it might be seen as early love by the homeroom teacher, in our family's eyes, marriage is a normal thing for men and women. After all, our family's thinking is traditional and people usually get married quite young.

If it weren't for the country stopping me, I probably would have been married at sixteen.

So for my mom's appearance, the teacher chose to notify parents. It's obvious that this wouldn't solve anything, and the parents probably think it's too late!

After the argument between Xiao Yu and that woman, she told me that out of a sense of responsibility for her students, I should reason with both children and let them know that their priority right now should be academics.

A young girl came at dusk, and the school was surrounded by fields and forests. I wasn't comfortable with a young girl walking back to town alone, so I rode after her, but I never expected to see something unheard of.

As a scholar, having been tempered by the ordeal of XX, I never believe in mythical creatures and supernatural phenomena. I do not speak of ghosts and demons!

However, I've calmed down now and realized that heresy has always existed. It's just that I was oblivious to it back then...

This young girl was walking far ahead of me. I was chasing her on my bike, but how could I not catch up after all this time By the time I saw her stop, it was already dark...

Could this be the famed "Myriad-Mile Horse Riding" technique mentioned in ancient tales It's impossible! The human body simply isn't built to cover such distances in a short time. Even top athletes couldn't manage it... Yet, I found myself following that young girl through these barren mountains.

And she seemed not to have noticed me behind her, there appeared to be a vast distance between us... Now that I think about it, it seems like there was a space separating us.

My diary entry ends here, and then it’s a few days missing.

I've already got a pretty good idea.

Jiang Qiyun once answered me about formations and barriers. These esoteric spells are inherently difficult to describe in words.

He just put a little water on the bathroom sink and poured it in with a glass upside down.

Both the inside and outside are ordinary scenes, but they are separated by a glass.

And barriers are usually "broken," just like a glass separating water.

Mr. Yan always seemed to be falling behind, keeping a distance. It was like when he rode his bike to catch up, he was caught by the "barrier" of this glass cup.

He's most likely talking about my mom when he mentions "that young girl" in his writing.

Maybe it was a commission sent by the Shen family, or maybe he came to find my father. Anyway, when my mother performed the horse-riding technique and set up a magic circle, this Mr. Yan happened to fall inside the "glass partition".

( I've been thinking a lot these days. I thought that as a biologist, I could be indifferent to life and death, but it turns out there are so many unknowns in the world. )

A girl, who could actually make corpses burn with renewed life and monsters submit! It's truly unprecedented and unheard of!

A passage was added later, presumably many years after the original text.

（… For so many years, I even doubted that it was a nightmare back then. However, the small triangular amulet picked up at dawn has truly accompanied me for many years. I studied life and death, and the soul studies of both domestic and foreign countries, but I have never been able to make dead animals move again...）

It turns out that's how it was... My mom probably didn't know when she was handling things back then, someone trapped in a "glass box" just happened to see her

My dad has no idea either. After all these years, I bet he's forgotten what the homeroom teacher's last name even is.

The specters haunting that rooftop are the increasingly devoted test subjects of Mr. Yan's "studies on life and death, souls," aren't they

And that child who grinned at me with a "hehe" ... what's their story

I rubbed my eyes, not noticing that I had been sitting for a whole day. It was dark outside; I had to cook dinner.

As soon as I stepped into the backyard, I suddenly heard a melodious chime coming from above.

Ring ring…

This is the "alarm bell" of Mu's family special method. If Yin Qi collides with the courtyard, it will trigger the bell when it touches the red line.

I suddenly looked up, and the little wretch in the corner of the yard also stood up at the sound.

Everything in the night sky was as usual.

"... I was a little nervous, could it be some passing ghost"

"Little Ni... Is there something abnormal" I whispered.

Xiao Nie cautiously looked around and shook his head.

I let out a silent breath of relief and turned to head into the kitchen. Just as I was turning, a feather-light rustle came from behind me.

"Whoosh..."

Light as a night breeze through hair.

I suddenly whirled around, only to see a pitch-black void., I'm not interested in even looking at you!" My brother cursed as he got out of the car, carrying his乾坤法劍 with an air of menace.He couldn't stand this kind of wicked behavior that used children as to...