Chapter 908 If you don't understand, I'll translate it for you
Demon Street.
There is only one bookstore in the third district's Demon Street.
The owner of the bookstore is a ghost.
He is also the only ghost who can do business freely in Demon Street.
Jiang Xuxu pushed the door open and went in. The light in the house was not very bright. The three-story wall-to-wall bookshelves were filled with various books.
The tip of his nose was filled with a hint of ink, but it was not the smell of ink used to print ordinary books.
Jiang Xuxu turned his eyes and saw a head coming out of the gap in the bookshelf on the second floor.
Soon, the body connected to the head also came out of the gap in the bookshelf. It was a man in an ancient white robe.
The man was dressed in ancient scholar's clothes, with a pair of eye-catching dark circles. Unlike ordinary ghosts, he did not have a strong ghost aura, but instead had a very faint golden light.
That was the real golden light of merit.
Upon seeing the guest, the male ghost immediately floated down from the bookshelf upstairs, landed in front of Jiang Xuxu, stood still, and bowed to her.
Jiang Xuxu politely returned the greeting, and the other party seemed a little surprised, and immediately bowed to her again.
This time, Jiang Xuxu did not return the greeting, but stood there, just staring at him.
The man, Chang En, seemed a little disappointed, but still asked her politely,
"Miss, are you here to look for a book?"
Jiang Xuxu nodded and said,
"I want to know if you have any documents about Tiancan Country."
Chang En was slightly puzzled with a pair of big dark circles under his eyes,
"Why are you all interested in Tiancan Country today..."
Jiang Xuxu raised his eyebrows and was about to ask who else had asked besides her, when he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a little golden light.
Chang En then pointed inside and said, "Someone is reading the book you are looking for, you have to queue up."
Jiang Xuxu had already guessed who that person was, and after a moment of hesitation, he walked towards the compartment behind the bookshelf. The
quaint study room was now filled with golden light.
With a turn of her feet, Jiang Xuxu easily saw a place where the golden light was the brightest - Chu Beihe was standing behind the bookshelf holding an ancient book.
Chu Beihe was not surprised to see her appear, and just silently handed the book in his hand to her,
"The book you are looking for."
"Thank you."
Jiang Xuxu took the book and was about to take it away.
She took it without twitching.
Turning her head, she saw Chu Beihe looking at her,
"Maybe you can take a look at the content of the book first."
Jiang Xuxu was a little puzzled, but still took the book and turned a page, and then she was silent.
She couldn't understand the words in this book.
It was like an ancient shape text, and it was also like the water book of a ghost teacher.
In short, it was different from all the characters she had learned.
Jiang Xuxu immediately understood the meaning of Chu Beihe's words just now, but she didn't speak immediately, but took out her mobile phone.
After opening the translation software to scan and confirming that the software could not translate the text in the book, he looked at Chu Beihe,
"Can you understand the words on it?"
Chu Beihe nodded,
"This is ancient writing."
He paused, and took the initiative,
"I can help you translate it."
Chang En floated over from some bookshelf, and when he heard Chu Beihe's words, he subconsciously pointed at himself.
As a copier of books, he could actually translate it.
But before he could say anything, he saw Chu Beihe's pair of black eyes over there, lightly scanning him.
It was clearly a look without any emotion, but it made Chang En's soul shrink, turn around, and silently go back to a book on the bookshelf.
Jiang Xuxu didn't notice Chu Beihe's line of sight. His eyes hesitated for half a second on the book in his hand, and then he responded straightforwardly,
"Trouble you."
While speaking, his tone was polite, no longer as casual as before.
Chu Beihe's eyes flickered slightly, and a color in his heart dimmed, but his face did not show it at all. He turned around and walked directly to the desk on the other side of the study.
This study is a place for people to read and write, and all the necessary items are very complete.
Except, there is no one.
After all, most of the people living in Monster Street are monsters.
Although the monsters are energetic every day, they don't like to read books.
Cultural courses account for less than half of the Monster Academy, and most monsters have a perfunctory attitude towards cultural courses.
Jiang Xuxu walked towards him with the book, handed the book back to him, and took notes with a pen.
It is not enough to just read this book. If you want to know more clues about the barrier of Tiancan Kingdom, you need to record it and study it with Teacher Sun and Tu Xingzhu.
In the quiet study, the two sat side by side. Chu Beihe's low voice like a cold spring came to her ears, slowly telling her about the history of Tiancan Kingdom tens of thousands of years ago recorded in the text in the book.
One of them read and the other wrote, and no other words were said during the period.
In the gap of the window on the other side, Jiaotu looked at the scene in the study that could be called the peaceful time, and couldn't help but lower his head and wondered,
"Do you think they are reconciled or not?"
Jin Xiaohe, who was questioned by him, was petite and could peek relatively openly. At this time, she heard Jiaotu's question.
First, he tilted his head, then looked carefully at the two people inside. After a while, he hugged his head and shook it painfully.
The little paper man didn't know.
It had no brain and refused to think.
Inside the house, Jiang Xuxu paused halfway through recording and asked,
"Is the rune pattern of the spiral pattern recorded in the book?"
Chu Beihe saw that there was a blank space on her paper and shook his head, "It's not recorded in the book, but I roughly remember the pattern."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and was about to take the pen from her hand.
Jiang Xuxu looked at the golden light that suddenly approached, and the pen in his hand
trembled slightly, and a drop of ink was just drawn on his wrist. Under the cover of the golden light, it was
faintly intertwined with the black lines on his wrist. Jiang Xuxu looked at the fine lines on his wrist that seemed to be crawling on the meridians. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he felt inexplicably unpleasant every time he saw it.
He couldn't help but asked,
"What's the matter with the black lines on your wrist?"
Chu Beihe's hand paused slightly when he took the pen, and his eyes fell on his wrist.
The injuries to the dragon veins will leave certain marks on the body.
These fine lines that look like lightning strikes are the marks left after bearing hundreds of thunders.
This answer went around in his mind, but he couldn't say it out loud. He turned his wrist and covered his wrist with golden light to conceal it, saying,
"Nothing."
Jiang Xuxu noticed his evasion, and his heart instantly dimmed a little, and his face also dimmed. He didn't ask any more questions, but just made way for him to draw the rune pattern.
At the same time, he reminded himself in his heart.
The person in front of him was not the Chu Beihe before. It was not her turn to ask about his affairs.
When all the book materials were sorted out, she would never meet him again.
Chu Beihe also noticed that Jiang Xuxu's emotions faded in an instant, and a trace of regret inexplicably crossed his heart.
After a long while, he reclined and finally said nothing.
However, Jiaotu, who had been peeping outside the window, followed Jiang Xuxu's question and focused on the lightning-like lines on Chu Beihe's wrist. His face showed a rare thoughtful expression.