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Chapter 643

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The captain was forced into a corner. There was one on the left wall, one on the right wall, one on the bookshelf behind him, two outside the window, and two at the door.

He couldn't fly, so how could he run?

In desperation, he would rather commit suicide, hoping that he could be reincarnated instead of being captured and used as a shadow.

Needless to say, the stories told by Adams and Khubilai were all taught to his trusted subordinates. Ha Tu was one of them, and Ha Tu also taught some of the stories to his subordinates.

Although he didn't understand much of the stories he heard from Ha Tu, at this moment, he thought of a possibility.

Would his head still be taken away by the white-clothed ghost after he committed suicide?

What if his head was damaged?

In the stories passed down from Adams, there was an example of a certain effect that caused eternal absolute deafness. Although there was no solution, there was a way to prevent it in advance, and that was to do it yourself and make yourself deaf first.

Although this kind of permanent deafness effect was more thorough than normal deaf people, it wouldn't be triggered on deaf people.

Therefore, if one didn't want to be deafened by strange things, one had to make themselves deaf first.

This kind of story was very novel. After the captain heard it, he remembered it in his heart.

At this moment, facing a desperate situation, he would rather die than become a shadow of a monster. Therefore, he thought of this and broke his own head with his own hands.

He hoped that the white-clothed ghost didn't want a broken head, or that they would only take the head that they cut off.

As for whether the result would be useful, he didn't know.

Moreover, at the last moment, he heard something that made him extremely depressed, "The Three Character Classic has been found!"

"Plop …" The captain's head fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open, and he died with remaining grievances.

Ha Tu didn't even look at him. He didn't have the heart to care about his subordinate who committed suicide.

His nerves were also tense. He knew that this was a matter of life and death. Whether he lived or died depended on this Three Character Classic!

Ha Tu quickly flipped through the Three Character Classic, reading as he did so.

He didn't even bother to raise his head to look at the white-clothed ghost. Almost all of his attention was focused on the contents of the book.

As he read, he also rushed towards the door.

He felt that he had bumped into something. It could be a table, a chair, or a decorative shelf. Those things could move.

And those that couldn't move were undoubtedly ghosts.

"I'm out!"

Ha Tu was overjoyed. He felt himself rushing out of the study and into the courtyard.

The ghost he bumped into along the way did not kill him immediately.

He quickly sped up and recited the Three Character Classic as he ran.

"An unpolished jade is worthless. If you don't learn, you don't know what's right … "Words like this kept coming out of his mouth.

Ha Tu's memory was very good, but he realized that he couldn't remember what he had just read.

As he read on, he forgot which part he was reading …

"Unrighteous … Unrighteous … Unrighteous … Unrighteous?" Ha Tu stuttered.

He stared at the book as if his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. The words on the book were like little worms that were wriggling around strangely.

For a moment, he couldn't recognize most of the words.

Gestalt collapsed.

His eagerness, coupled with the fact that he had forgotten what he was reading after reading a paragraph, caused these words to appear extremely unfamiliar to him.

This book was also not his native language.

"It's over!" Ha Tu's last thought was despair.

"Bang!" At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he had been kicked.

His whole body instantly rolled out, flying three to four meters away and hitting the wall.

When he turned around, he saw a person in his original position, madly rolling like a lazy donkey, rolling to the side of the wall in a very neat manner.

That person looked like a businessman, but his face was tenacious.

"You …" Ha Tu looked at the person who had kicked him and saved him in a daze.

"I'm one of Adams's people, follow me!" The businessman dragged him with one hand, and with a kick of his feet, he climbed up the wall. With a speed faster than ordinary people, he flipped over the wall and ran rapidly.

Carrying Ha Tu, he was still able to maintain a speed faster than ordinary people. He directly rushed out more than ten meters and climbed up another wall.

Repeating this, he ran for more than a hundred meters, pulling a distance of more than ten meters from the ghost chasing behind him.

At this time, he finally asked, "Why do you want to study?"

He went straight to the point, but Ha Tu had experienced a series of near-death experiences. At this moment, he was a bit confused after being saved. He stared blankly for a moment before saying, "You're from the Mo family?"

"You made such a big commotion, did you expect us to not notice at all?" This person was Lin Guang, a peripheral member of the Blue and White Society in Yangzhou.

And he wasn't recruited locally. He was a senior peripheral member transferred from the headquarters who had undergone training on Limit Island.

Although he hadn't become an official member, he had eaten the translation magical taro and trained his skills to be a top athlete.

He was responsible for intelligence collection in Yangzhou. Outside the city, Liujia Village was surrounded and couldn't be hidden for long.

At first, he thought it was another raid, so Lin Guang didn't care.

But at night, it was still under siege. He became suspicious and rushed over with a drone.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Ha Tu's subordinates dying one by one, so he rushed into the village to save people.

When he came to Ha Tu's side, Ha Tu had just rushed out of the study. The white cloth on his back was about to reach him. He only had time to kick Ha Tu away.

"This! This is useful! But … "Ha Tu even forgot the name of the Three Character Classic. Only after looking at the cover did he know what book he was reading.

He had clearly just read it once, but now he completely forgot. His heart was empty, and he didn't leave a single word.

When he looked at it again, he felt that the sentence "man is born good" was very unfamiliar. It was as if he was reading it for the first time. It felt very classic.

"When you read the Three Character Classic, you won't be killed, right?" Lin Guang asked.

"Yes … When I read the Three Character Classic, it won't kill me, so I have to keep reading it. But as I read it, I forget it. I just feel that every sentence has a freshness that I've never read before," Ha Tu said. He had been like this just now.

Now that he thought about it, it was no wonder that the scholar couldn't remember what was next.

The Three Character Classic was written in Meng Dynasty. The scholar must have memorized it backwards. How could he forget it?

He had only forgotten it because he had used it too much. It was like a burning amulet.

As for why only the first sentence was left and not the last, Ha Tu thought for a moment and remembered Ling Er, who had escaped to the door with the scholar. Perhaps Ling Er had learned the first sentence and blocked the white cloth ghost for a moment, allowing the scholar who had forgotten the Three Character Classic to escape.

When the scholar escaped, he heard Ling 'er's words, so he remembered the first sentence again.

Ha Tu immediately told Lin Guang his thoughts. Lin Guang looked at Ha Tu in surprise. He didn't expect this boorish man to be so logical.

"In short, this ghost can rely on the Three Character Classic to save its life, right?" Lin Guang said.

He didn't need to read. How could he not know the Three Character Classic? He knew it by heart. He didn't need to read the sentences one by one like Ha Tu.

He pushed Ha Tu away and faced the white cloth ghost directly. At the same time, he pressed a pager to inform Mo Qiong and the others.

Ha Tu didn't understand and said in shock, "What are you doing? Run! "

Lin Guang said, "The army outside has already rushed in. They are being slaughtered. Go immediately and tell them to memorize the Three Character Classic. I will block these ghosts. I have to confirm the validity of the Three Character Classic and the correct way to use it. "

As he spoke, he took out his gun and shot at the white cloth ghost. He shouted, "Man is born good! Man is born good … "

"Bang! Bang bang bang! "

The first shot hit the white cloth ghost, but it didn't take a single step back. It was like a cliff.

The only change was that there were a few obvious wrinkles on the white cloth.

As for the second, third, and fourth spear, they all missed and pierced through!

"How … I completely forgot!" Lin Guang was shocked and retreated.

He had only recited one sentence, and he had forgotten the Three Character Classic. He couldn't even remember what he had forgotten. He only knew that he had forgotten the contents of a book. That book was the thing that restricted the Derivative in front of him!

"What did I forget?" Lin Guang asked.

Ha Tu was also stunned. Wasn't he born good? How could he forget everything in one breath?

"The Three Character Classic. You forgot the Three Character Classic. Reciting it is the only way to encounter ghosts!" Ha Tu said.

Lin Guang pulled away and suddenly said, "I know. You don't have to recite it. Just remember it in your heart."

"Is that so?" Ha Tu had never memorized the Three Character Classic before. He read it sentence by sentence and forgot sentence by sentence. It was the same for the factory workers and the scholars who had forgotten it once.

Lin Guang remembered the whole thing and could actually 'disappear' as a whole.

"Give me the book!" Lin Guang took the Three Character Classic and started learning it again!

There were only a few hundred words in total, and they were easy to read. He quickly skimmed through it a few times and remembered most of it.

Then, he continued to shoot while maintaining a certain distance.

It was too dangerous to get close to the Derivative. Even if the Three Character Classic could control it, he could die at any time after forgetting it. He was basically handing his life over to the Derivative.

Since that was the case, he chose to shoot with his gun. As expected, when he thought about the Three Character Classic, the bullets could touch the white cloth and forget the contents.

"It's useless. The Three Character Classic can save it for a moment, but it can't be killed! Even if you hit it, it will be fine, "Ha Tu said in despair.

"Will it be fine?" Lin Guang muttered.

Ha Tu looked at the white cloth and suddenly said, "Eh? Why is your Three Character Classic so powerful? "

Lin Guang stared at the wrinkles on the white cloth and realized that the wrinkles he made were much bigger than Ha Tu's.

"And the wrinkles I left this time are much smaller than the last time … Why?"

The first spear strike had left a few obvious creases, but the spear strike that he learned after that was barely satisfactory. It only left a very small crease.

This clearly showed that the power of two attacks that consumed the Tri-Character Scripture was vastly different.

No matter which one it was, the wrinkles left behind were much bigger than when Ha Tu had read one or two sentences. The wrinkles left by Ha Tu and the scholar were almost invisible.

"Ah!"

Lin Guang had a flash of inspiration. "The deeper my understanding of the Three Character Classic, the higher the damage?"

Without a doubt, the only difference between the two attacks was the understanding of the Three Character Classic.

The first time, he had learned it from a young age and understood its meaning. He was very proficient in reading it from multiple angles.

The second time, he tried to learn it at the last minute and memorized it by rote. He remembered most of it wrong and only remembered about seventy to eighty percent of it. He didn't even think about the meaning.

This difference directly caused the wrinkles left behind by the two bullets to be very different.

"The understanding of the book is the real ammunition?"

"The so-called forgetting is a kind of consumption?"



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