I have a ghost diary

The moment Chu Jiang reached out, Bruce's face suddenly transformed into a colorful clown makeup, his lips curled into a grin, and his eyes quickly filled with a crazed light.

At the same time, Chu Jiang seemed to have contracted some invisible plague; his lips curled into a wide grin, as if he had been infected by a frenzy and was about to start indiscriminate killing...

However, his hand remained firmly outstretched, without moving an inch, only turning into a withered, bluish-black color.

Just as Bruce was about to stop him further, his makeup vanished rapidly, and he retreated step by step from behind Chu Jiang, as if someone had pressed the rewind button.

Captain Yao looked coldly at Bruce, "This is Research Institute No. 21, please do not cause trouble."

Bruce's expression was somewhat grim. What kind of ability was this? Was it time reversal? But it didn't seem quite right.

Regardless, Chu Jiang hasn't hurt anyone yet, so Captain Yao naturally won't let an outsider act recklessly here.

Yes, Chu Jiang did not attack the blonde woman; he simply held her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

Chu Jiang lowered his head and sniffed carefully at the woman's natural scent; although he could smell a faint fragrance, he became even more certain.

Chu Jiang released his grip. "I knew it. The two of you smell different."

"That's settled then. Also, please pass on a message to your god: I will bring him down from his pedestal sooner or later!"

After saying that, Chu Jiang turned and left coldly...

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Chapter 215 The Mysterious Mr. Xu

Chu Jiang left with a carefree air, but those who remained looked at each other in bewilderment.

The deputy director of the administration department coughed and stood up to smooth things over, "I'm sorry, everyone, our Captain Chu's behavior is indeed a bit impulsive."

"But he didn't mean any harm. It's just that he has psychological problems that every ghost master has, which have been bothering him, so he needs to undergo a psychological evaluation."

"Finally, please don't take offense to this friend from the astrology association. His last sentence was a joke, and our research institute will definitely give him a good talking-to."

The blonde woman didn't seem very angry; she nodded calmly, "I understand."

Upon seeing this, Bruce first offered her a few words of private comfort.

Then he forced a smile and looked at the vice minister and expert Liu, "Could you give me Mr. Chu's contact information? That way we can clear up any misunderstandings later."

Expert Liu responded, "I'll ask him for you later."

......

After leaving the meeting room, Chu Jiang dialed Chen Yuting's number.

He gave a brief description of the Holy Word Cult and pointed out that the research institute should pay attention to the blonde woman, who was likely a member of the Holy Word Cult.

Chen Yuting took it very seriously and said she would report it to her superiors immediately.

Stepping into the elevator, Chu Jiang pressed the button for the fourteenth basement level, his mind still preoccupied with the matter of the Holy Word Sect.

This church was even more mysterious than Chu Jiang had imagined. He originally thought that the reason he couldn't find relevant information in China was because their base of operations was overseas.

However, even the most powerful foreign sorcerers have never heard of this church; and members of the Holy Word Church have even infiltrated other sorcerer organizations, seemingly holding relatively high positions.

This at least shows that the demon of the Holy Word Church is more terrifying than a false god; at least its followers are not a bunch of madmen who offend people everywhere.

As for the blonde woman... to be honest, Chu Jiang was actually a little disappointed when he discovered that she wasn't the nun from before.

But whatever, he'll meet the real mastermind sooner or later.

As for the current one, it's unlikely the research institute will keep her, since everything is just Chu Jiang's side of the story, and he hasn't submitted any credible evidence.

If an ordinary ghost master came here as a guest, they might be detained for investigation, but this is a member of a foreign delegation.

This matter could easily escalate into an international dispute, so the research institute would only take action against the blonde woman if there were very compelling reasons.

Chu Jiang hadn't intended to keep her. He was just wondering if it was too much of a coincidence that she would just happen to appear in front of him right after he had just selected a candidate for stimulation therapy.

......

When the elevator stopped on the fourteenth floor, the doors did not open. This is because entering this floor requires three levels of authentication, similar to the process for the thirteenth floor.

Chu Jiang was a little confused. Was no one coming to open the door? He subconsciously knocked on the elevator door.

The door actually opened by itself when I knocked, and light and the sound of reading aloud came in from outside.

"Keep warm in winter and cool in summer; introspect in the morning and settle down in the evening."

"When going out, one must inform the other; upon returning, one must report in person; one's residence must be fixed, and one's occupation must not change..."

To be honest, when Chu Jiang saw the scene outside the elevator and heard the children reciting the "Standards for Being a Good Student and Child," he had only one thought: "Damn it, I've time-traveled again?! Stop messing with me, okay?"

In short, Chu Jiang hesitated for a moment. He checked the elevator floor number repeatedly to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place before stepping into the outside world.

As soon as he left the elevator, he looked back and saw that the elevator had disappeared, leaving only a flat green meadow.

Chu Jiang is now standing by a shimmering pond surrounded by willow trees. Not far away is an ancient private school, from which the sound of reading aloud can be heard.

As Chu Jiang walked toward the private school, he wanted to see what kind of trouble this Mr. Xu was up to.

......

Following the sound, Chu Jiang indeed found a group of children studying in the private school.

Their ages range from eight or nine to just over eleven or twelve. They are all dressed in ancient costumes, and there are both men and women among them, with an astonishing ratio of one to one.

It's important to know that historically, private schools almost never admitted women. Even in some dynasties that had specially established girls' schools, they still didn't admit men; it was impossible for boys and girls to be taught together.

The children who were reading noticed a stranger coming in through the window, and they all curiously peeked at him.

Their eyes were lively and bright, and Chu Jiang couldn't tell for a moment whether it was his imagination or a group of children really looking at him.

In front of the group of children was an old man holding a ruler, dozing off.

He sat on a bamboo stool, wearing a simple gray robe. His hair was combed into a bun, and he had an old face with a long white beard.

The old man didn't seem intimidating at all; he just appeared to be a simple old man who taught at school.

Moreover, some details seem to differ from the description given by researcher Han Zhengde.

As Chu Jiang hesitated whether to speak, the old man shook his head, as if he had woken up.

He rubbed his eyes and stood up. As soon as he stood up, he suddenly looked forty or fifty years younger! He instantly transformed into the appearance of a middle-aged man.

His white beard had also turned into a neat, short black mustache.

"Study hard." After giving these words of advice to his inattentive students, the middle-aged schoolteacher left the room, letting Chu Jiang leave with him.

Only after they arrived outside the private school did Mr. Xu ask, "Why did you want to see me?"

His voice still sounded hoarse and aged.

Looking at the man standing straight with his hands behind his back, Chu Jiang thought for a moment, "I want to confirm what kind of existence Research Institute No. 21, and even our country's ultimate trump card, really is."

"Now that you've seen it, what are your thoughts?"

Chu Jiang's expression was serious. "I can't figure you out at all. I can't understand you at all."

For a moment, Chu Jiang felt that Mr. Xu was even more terrifying than Old Master Lin. At least when facing the old master, he could understand what the other was like.

But now that he has seen Mr. Xu in person, Chu Jiang is no longer sure about anything.

He even wondered if he was still dreaming, or if Mr. Xu was just a phenomenon, a symbol, rather than a specific person or a specific ghost.

Mr. Xu chuckled softly, “You seem lost. This loss of composure may stem from the keenness that comes with the Chu Zang bloodline.”

"When ordinary ghost masters see me, they won't think too much about it; at most, they'll just think I'm a big show-off."

"I'm just someone who has lived a long time. Because I've lived so long, so many people have placed their hopes on me, which is why you think I'm so special."

Chapter 216 Gunshots on the Plane

"Alright, let's not talk about that. That video you recorded a few days ago might cause some lineage-holding ghost masters to misunderstand." Mr. Xu turned to look at Chu Jiang.

"What misunderstanding?"

“They will think that you are sending a signal that it is time for the long-dormant ancient ghost master tradition to reappear in the world.”

Um... Chu Jiang didn't know what to say. Are these people so good at making connections?

"In short, don't do anything reckless. Bringing ancient traditions into the open can easily exacerbate social chaos, and it's not the right time yet."

Chu Jiang nodded slightly.

"There's nothing else to say. You have many questions, but I won't answer them."

Chu Jiang was not surprised by this. Some people have more worries the longer they live, and sometimes they are not as carefree as young people.

Chu Jiang even suspected that Old Master Lin could only be considered a "young man" in front of Mr. Xu, so he would at least have a heart-to-heart talk with Chu Jiang.

"Go ahead. Oh, by the way, when you have time, please take care of the Xu family for me. I don't have many bloodlines left in this world. If the Xu family is wiped out, there will be one less."

Chu Jiang was somewhat taken aback. "Which Xu family?"

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "Didn't you guess it? It's the Xu family."

"Wait, that Xu family ancestral protective talisman that sealed the [White Tiger Curse] was made by you?" Chu Jiang had to ask this, as he hadn't forgotten that he was still carrying a White Tiger curse.

This curse was one that even the old man couldn't easily remove.

“No,” Mr. Xu said calmly, waving his hand. “Go, go, go. I’m just a dying man. It won’t do you any good to deal with me.”

Chu Jiang noticed that with each "go" Mr. Xu uttered, the distance between them increased, until finally he could only see a blurry figure and the increasingly distant second half of the sentence.

When Chu Jiang finally came to his senses, he found himself still standing in the elevator, which was still on the fourteenth basement floor.

But the elevator doors didn't open, as if it were all just a dream Chu Jiang had...

Reflecting on everything that had just happened, Chu Jiang shook his head. There was no need to overthink it; however, the cooperation with Xu Xiaoxiao's family could definitely be deepened.

Putting everything else aside, Chu Jiang was genuinely surprised to learn that Mr. Xu was actually their family's ancestor.

After all, there are so many people in the world with the surname Xu, his imagination isn't that rich.

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The next day, Chu Jiang sat on the plane about to take off, still thinking about his meeting with Zhang Haoran that morning.