Professor Han touched the queue at the back of his head.
He had paid money for it.
A fake queue.
Apart from the people of Green Mountain, who could borrow other people's bodies while traveling through history—for reasons unknown—all other Historians had to use their own bodies wherever they went. So some Historians, like Xin Jia, only offered counsel and made sure they clearly understood what they saw. Other important matters naturally fell to other "Historians." Within history, the "Historians" had branched off again and again, resulting in the different kinds that existed today.
Not everyone could use the method of "fishing people out" to keep pulling the dead from the Underworld Bureau.
Green Mountain had money to burn.
They had the resources to do that, but Professor Han's lineage was hardly wealthy or powerful. The main reason was that they had suffered tremendous losses while sealing the Thirty-Six Stockades.
Under those circumstances, their inheritance did not have a complete system like Green Mountain's.
One that could take people from "low difficulty" to "high difficulty."
Ordinary Historians really did not have those resources.
"Historian" was not a particularly good profession, either.
Professor Han thought of his teacher and sighed. Even though he had become somewhat inhuman now, the old smoker still liked to have another cigarette while thinking.
As though that meant he was still a normal person.
With habits that normal people could not shake.
Besides, there was no one else here, only the stacks of books around him, some new and some old. Many of them smelled of smoke.
These were the sources he read over and over every day. By cross-referencing these texts, he could glean a great deal of information.
The problem had persisted ever since the last "transfer order."
Then there were some people who