Duan Xiaoze was full of doubts and handed the book in his hand to the library owner.
"Boss, why are you acting weird today?"
"Is there?"
The library owner forced a gentle smile.
"Yes, in the past, if I brought someone here, you were always indifferent. Why today..."
While the two were chatting, Xiao Xu picked up a book from the bookshelf. After opening it, a familiar ghost pattern emerged.
Weird Stories?
Xiao Xu stuffed it back with an expressionless face.
What is that…
She reached out and pulled the red-covered book out of the bookshelf. It was thick and large.
The Priest and the God
Looking at the golden words engraved on the red cover, Xiao Xu glanced at the two people who were still arguing, and slowly opened the book.
The first page features a landscape painting of gods and humans.
The painting style is relatively detached, with humans and gods appearing in two different forms: gods in heaven and humans on earth.
One is dressed in complicated and expensive clothes, and the other is dressed in simple and ordinary clothes.
They hold spells and weapons in their hands, and appear on the pages in a confrontational posture.
Turn to the second page.
It's all densely packed fonts.
The whole is: spirit.
Xiao Xu turned to the second, third, and fourth pages.
It’s all about the word “ling”.
"Young Master, are you reading 'The Priest and the God'? Perhaps only you would be interested in this book."
The bookstore owner who had been arguing with Duan Xiaoze had stood beside Xiao Xu at some point, squinting his eyes that seemed gentle but were actually full of cunning.
Xiao: "Just take a look."
After turning to the last page, she suddenly closed the book and asked, "Is this book for sale?"
"If you like it, you can go wherever you want. It's useless to keep it with me. Customers keep asking me questions about it."
The books in the library are arranged neatly, except for the two bookshelves near the door which are rather messy. People who want to read or borrow books like to pick out the books they see when they enter.
And her hands didn't show any signs of age or wrinkles...
Xiao Yan: "Where did you get this book from?"
The library owner pondered.
After a long while, he finally spoke: "It's strange to say, I don't quite remember collecting such a strange book. It seems that there was a period of time when guests often asked about it, and then I discovered it."
Duan Xiaoze: "What are you whispering about? Hey, why are you interested in this weird book?" He pursed his lips, and his sunny smile could not hide the puzzled look on his face.
"I'm leaving now."
Xiao took a few ingots of silver from his sleeve pocket and handed them to the bookstore owner: "Is this the price?"
The bookstore owner hurriedly shook his head: "That's too much. One ingot of silver will be enough, young master."
Xiao nodded, took the rest, and left the library.
Only after her figure disappeared into the distance did the bookstore owner stare at Duan Xiaoze: "Mr. Duan, when did you meet her?"
Duan Xiaoze: "Not long, about the time it takes to stick up an incense stick?"
I admire this guy, a fool with good fortune.
Fortunately, the Imperial Master had no intention of taking care of these books, which really scared him to death.
"But you're acting strangely today. What's going on? Oh, right, I'll take the album back and make some changes. You can watch it after it's done."
The bookstore owner said, "Didn't the young master forbid you from painting?"
Duan Xiaoze: "If he doesn't let me draw, then I won't draw? Who cares? It's not him who's drawing. Besides... this is my first time trying this."
After he finished speaking, his cheeks turned red and he touched the back of his head shyly. If you didn't know better, you would think he had done something.
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