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Grandpa, the curator nodded, “Yes. Moreover, this one is the most special. He is the organizer of this intelligence station. He also arranged the fire.

Ji Jing was stunned for a moment. The name given by the curator was Wei Ming.

The relationship between Wei Ming and the ghost house seems to be about to come out.

Ji Jing gradually had a guess in her heart. She asked, “I have another question, why are the martyrs who died here? Most of them are surnamed Wei?

The curator’s grandfather said with a smile in his eyes, “Because the largest village nearby is Weijia Village, and the village has the same surname. So most of the people living here at that time were surnamed Wei. However, now the population of C City is increasing, and the surname Wei has gradually become an ordinary surname in this area.

Ji Jing suddenly realized that it was really like this!

She heard that some abandoned children would be stuffed with their parents’ good names in their babies, so is it possible that Wei Ming is actually a person from the Wei family village, or even the descendant of Wei Ming in those years, so the ghosts in the ghost house regarded him as Wei Ming in those years and attracted him?

Now, there is only one question left in the relationship between Wei Ming and the ghost house.

Ji Jing politely thanked the curator’s grandfather and simply dialed Wei Ming’s phone number: “Wei Ming, where are you?”

“Me? I just went out and was about to go to the overpass. Wei Ming wiped his sweat while walking. It was too hot.

“I want to ask you, how did you get your name?” Ji Jing walked to the porch of the museum and asked in a low voice.

“The aunt of the orphanage took it. I don’t know!” Wei Ming was very puzzled. Who would remember what happened before he was three years old?

“That’s not what I mean,” Ji Jing explained helplessly. “I mean, your orphanage is usually a little regular, right? For example, name it from the place where the child was picked up? Or have you stuffed a small note in your tumbler to get the name?

Wei Ming frowned and recalled carefully: “This… Oh, the dean’s aunt seems to have said that I picked it up near Weijia Village, so I named it Wei. As for using the word ‘Ming’, I really don’t know. Wei Ming tried his best to fan the wind with his hand, feeling that his whole body seemed to be really cool.

That’s right! Ji Jing’s guess was confirmed.

Wei Ming may really have something to do with Wei Ming in those years. His parents may be from the village, or even the descendants of Wei Ming in those years. The ghosts of the haunted house. It was because of this relationship that he regarded him as Wei Ming and deliberately introduced him into the ghost house.

Although Wei Ming was abandoned by his family, he may have a relationship with Wei Ming in those years.

However, what are those ghosts going to do when they introduce Wei Ming to the haunted house? Ji Jing tried her best to think about it.

At that time, Wei Ming was the igniter of the fire and the organizer of the intelligence station… Will these souls left in the world have long lost their pre-death memories in time, forget their determination to burn everything in person, and have resentment against the original fire?

Suddenly, Ji Jing felt something was wrong. Why was Wei Ming on the other end of the phone silent?

“Wei Ming?” Ji Jing frowned. The next second, she received the feeling of the little paper man. It’s not good! Master! Wei Ming was caught by the ghost house again!

Ji Jing quickly replied to the little paper man: “You ask him to wait and don’t enter the house first. I’ll come to you!”

Fortunately, the museum was near the ruins, and Ji Jing quickly rushed to the area where the ghost house was located.

She picked up a charm, conveyed her spiritual power, and suddenly improved her inspiration.

Gradually, the scenery around Ji Jing changed.

Ji Jing hurriedly pulled out the second charm and continued to output. Finally, an antique building appeared in front of her eyes.

It’s okay! I didn’t miss the entrance of the ghost house! Stepping into the scope of the ghost house, Ji Jing was finally relieved.

“Taoist priest!! Master!! Here!” Ji Jing looked up. There was a familiar figure sitting with a tree in his arms at the door of the small building. He was excited to see Ji Jing as if he had seen a god descending to the earth.

“Just call me Ji Jing,” Ji Jing was speechless about his exaggerated performance.. “Wei Ming, why are you holding the tree?”