Zhang Ling thought for a while and said, "I saw that he intended to tell me something. As long as this is the case, he will definitely appear again! But the thing I worry most is that this madman happened to tell me my thoughts! But this is too coincidental! The possibility is very low! So it is very likely that this madman knows something! I must go to him!" Manxiang smiled slightly and said, "Okay! I'll go with you!" "Okay! Thank you!" Zhang Ling agreed.

Zhang Ling and Man Xiang went to the place where they met the madman to find the madman, but after searching for him, they still couldn't see anyone. They had wasted Saturday and Sunday and had no results.

There were a pair of rat eyes watching them in the darkness, and the mantis stalked the cicada and the oriole behind them, and a pair of bright eyes also monitoring all this. The owner of the bright eyes couldn't help but sigh inwardly, as if he was deeply helpless.

On the way back, Manxiang asked Zhangling: "Zhangling, will you come next weekend?" Zhangling saw that Manxiang was tired enough to accompany him in the past two days, and Zhangling couldn't bear to let Manxiang suffer anymore, so he said: "It depends on the situation! Come when you have time! Alas! Could it be that the madman repeatedly said that I was all coincidental?" Manxiang didn't understand why.

I had nothing to do all night, and Zhangling was tired these two days. She lay down and fell asleep until the next Monday.

As soon as Zhang Ling woke up, his mind was clear, Zhuang Fei said to himself: "Zhang Ling, I had a strange dream just now! It was vivid in my mind, just like it was true!" Zhang Ling asked: "Oh! What dream?"

Zhuang Fei said truthfully: "I dreamed of an old man! The old man asked me to tell you that you have been too busy with his and Hongyun's affairs. He thanked you very much! Please don't work hard anymore! Soon after, Hongyun's revenge should be avenged, and you will know everything at that time!"

"What?" Zhang Ling couldn't believe it. Zhuang Fei said, "Yes! He also said that you went to find the madman who was in the past to find out that he was worried about. But the time has come, and you can know everything without having to work hard! There is no need to go to Qingzhu Village again!"

"What?" Zhang Ling was disbelief again, and he thought to himself: "Is it really the old man who asked Zhuang Fei to send a dream? Last time, Meng Po's hair proved that the old man had indeed asked a dream! Can she take revenge? How should the old man help her get revenge? I don't have to work hard? This..." For a moment, Zhang Ling shouldn't go anywhere.

But Zhang Ling was not a person who surrendered easily after all. He was looking at the newspaper and saw a ghost story calling for papers. When he was inspired, he said to Zhuang Fei, "Zhuangfei, do you think about finding out the truth of the matter?" Zhuang Fei opened his eyes and said, "I think! Why don't you? I really want to avenge the old man!" Zhang Ling was happy after hearing this and said, "That's it! Your writing style is so good. Can you write a good ghost story based on the old man and her affairs, write the old man and his story, and publish it in the newspaper, maybe it will bring memories to those who are familiar with it. For example, if you attract senior Yu Yingxin, wouldn't the truth be revealed?"

Zhuang Fei hesitated and said, "Is it really OK?" He took the newspaper and looked carefully. Seeing that the deadline for the commission was approaching and time was tight, he shook his head, because writing was not achieved overnight, and it took a lot of time and energy. Although good materials were placed in front of him, it was still very difficult.

Zhang Ling patted his chest and said, "Zhuangfei, my move is amazing! How could it not be done?" Then he stared at him and asked, "Zhuangfei, just answer, just don't do it!" Zhuangfei sighed and said, "Okay! I will do my best! After all, there is not much time, only five days! I will try my best!"

Zhang Ling smiled happily and said, "Zhuangfei, can you write it in my name? If you have to publish it, I will give you all the royalties and other things. In my name, I just want Yu Yingxin..." Zhuang Fei smiled, interrupted Zhang Ling and said, "Zhangling, you don't need to explain so much. Don't you know your character? You are not the kind of person who seeks fame! Okay, everything depends on you!"

The two decided to write about the flower garden to contribute, and Zhangling informed Zhuangfei about what he knew about the old man and Xiaohong, so that Zhuangfei could organize inspiration based on this and connect it into a story to arrange how to write it.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the weekend again. Zhuang Fei rushes to write day and night, and Zhangling helps him check the manuscripts and find faults, either to improve them or provide enough help, so he completed the manuscript and submitted the manuscript, catching the last bus. Zhangling understands that although he has contributed his manuscript, whether he can be published in the newspaper will attract Ying Xin to this point. This is still unknown, and he cannot just hope for it.

At this time, Zhang Ling remembered the madman again. After all, this madman knew his thoughts again and again. Maybe he was a good breakthrough. Now he could only do two-pronged approach, hoping to see the madman and get what he wanted from the madman.

So Zhangling set out again to find the madman, but Zhangling once again returned empty-handed. Zhangling was extremely disappointed, so he could only put his hope for the next weekend.

On Tuesday, the newspaper published a manuscript using Zhuang Fei and decided to start serialization next week. Zhuang Fei happily took the newspaper to Zhangling for reading. After Zhangling read it, he was naturally very happy and hoped to ignite again.

Time passed by like a white horse, and Saturday was unknowingly. Zhang Ling went to find the madman again, but he still returned without success. When he returned to the dormitory, he saw a note on his bed. He opened the note and saw that it was saying that he would not search again, and he could only do nothing.

Zhang Ling looked around and saw the open window, saying, "Did you throw it in from the window?" He thought, "Who was throwing the note to me? Why did he advise me to ignore this matter and prevent me from going to Qingzhu Village anymore! It seems that I have been monitored by others? So who would be the person who secretly followed me? Could it be..."

A person flashed through Zhangling's mind, but he shook his head again and said, "If you can't be sure now, don't guess randomly! Why don't I not go to Qingzhu Village for the time being tomorrow and go next week. During this period, I have wasted all my weekends in Qingzhu Village, and it's time to have a good day! Anyway, as long as the newspaper is published by Zhuang Fei's manuscript, it may really lead to Xiaohong's enemy or senior Yu Yingxin, as long as Yu Yingxin is still alive and sees the newspaper!"

After Zhang Ling made up his mind, he felt very relaxed. What he is now taking action is to wait for the rabbit.

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Chapter completed!