A gust of cold wind blows from the darkness, and our hearts become cold, looking at Tian Tang, keeping quiet, waiting for him to speak.
This is an invisible pressure. Tian Tang's swollen face was full of hesitation when he was beaten up.
Obviously, he didn't want to say more, but now that the matter has started to die, how can he continue to hide it
And obedient, it seems that Liu Aiwen is also an insider.
But I secretly observed that Leng Shuhe, Zeng Guanghao, Zeng Guangkang, Wei Hongfan and Feng Xiaojia didn’t seem to know, they were staring at Tian Tang with puzzled eyes, and occasionally glanced at Liu Aiwen, whose eyes were dodging and his face was full of tears, all of them. Surprised.
"It's windy here, shall we find a shelter from the wind?"
After all, Tian Tang made up his mind and proposed this way.
"Well, that building can't go back. Let's go through the mountain gate and see what scene will appear there? Anyway, it's definitely not what you and I see at the moment."
Mo Qiduo nodded coldly, and then the big guy sorted it out, and once again glanced at the place where the bodies of the two classmates were cremated. With grief and anxiety, we bypassed the forest of steles and walked towards the mountain gate.
Looking here, behind the mountain gate is an unfamiliar palace, but we all know that once we pass through the mountain gate, it must not be that palace anymore. What kind of sight will the ghost know
No matter where we appear in the old Xingguan, we just need to find a safe haven.
Both the spirit and the body need to find a place to cultivate, and the living people die in front of my eyes. I can still adapt to seeing more evil things, but Wei Hongfan and the others are obviously about to collapse. Stop and adjust.
At the same time, listen to what Tian Tang said, what did he and Liu Aiwen do with Wei Hongfan and Feng Xiaojia on their backs when they went to the old Xingguan Temple last time? Why did it attract the killing intent of the old Xingguan Fengshui Bureau
Everything has a cause and effect. It is impossible to be'concerned' by the old Xingguan Fengshui Bureau for no reason. Sister Mo and Mo Qiduo and I must understand the reasons for this in order to administer the medicine according to the symptoms. Otherwise, it will appear at any time. More dead.
Passing through the mountain gate, we saw a flower, and then the scene changed.
In front of us, there are buildings with eaves and bucket arches, but there are only one floor, and there are more than a dozen rooms. There are some stone railings erected in front of them. There are moiré birds and beasts carved on them. It is written in five characters: "Old Xingdian Collection House".
It turns out that this place is where the Taoist collections are kept in the old Xingguan.
I just don’t know, are there any books left in it after so many years
It is estimated to be choking. If there is no one to clean it, paper books will be difficult to keep in good condition over a long period of time. Insect-eaten and weathering can make books decay.
I hope that some books on bamboo slips have been preserved. The history of the old Xingguan should not be short. Maybe the ancient classics are still there.
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This place is very suitable as a safe haven.
"Everyone, be careful and follow me." Mo Qiduo retracted his gaze and said lightly, lighting a torch, taking the lead, and we followed suit. I was still at the end of the team and was in charge of the back.
"Squeak!"
The door was pushed open, and we walked slowly into this room.
The flashlight illuminates it, and in front of the walls on the front and on both sides are a heavy bookshelf with books piled up on it, and under the electric light, the dusty books are silently conveying the past message of this place.
We moved forward and looked at the books on the shelf.
The dust is too thick, Mo Qishao stretched out his hand and wiped it to wipe it off, but the book turned into a pile of ash just by touching it, and the weathering was a bit too serious. It didn’t feel like no one had managed it for decades. It has gone through hundreds of thousands of years, otherwise, how can it become ashes when touched
"Don't touch them, they will become ashes when you touch them. It's weird, isn't it that the old Xingguan tragedy happened decades ago? Why does it seem that no one cares about it for hundreds of years?"
Mo Qiduo commanded, the big guy consciously retracted his hand, and stopped touching the books on the shelf, no matter if they were paper or bamboo, they didn't touch it, so as not to become ashes directly.
This scene is really weird. As a safety measure, it is better not to touch it.
There are a few wooden tables in front of the bookshelf, and there are a dozen wooden chairs next to them. We tried them in the past, and there was no problem. They were still the same after touching them. Once touched, it will become ashes.
"Are there any spells imposed on the classics? Isn't it that the old Xingguan people touched it and the books became ashes. They were set up for secrecy? If this is the case, the old Xingguan Taoists are too cherished and not open enough."
I shook my head and gave this speculation.
"Brother Du said it is very reasonable, other objects in this place are okay if they touch, but books are not allowed to touch, if it is not artificially cast, it is really impossible to explain."
Mo Qiduo felt that my speculation was very reliable.
Everyone started to clean the dust on the wooden tables and chairs, and we each pulled a wooden chair to sit down.
Fortunately, the joint position of my'Wooden Body' is still flexible, so I can sit in a chair at will.
Although the picture of a wooden figure sitting in a wooden chair is very strange, but the big guy has become accustomed to my existence, so naturally it is not surprising.
"Give me some water to drink." Tian Tang asked, Mo Qiduo nodded, and handed him a half bottle of water.
Tian Tang sat there, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a big sip, let out a breath, put the water bottle down, sighed, suddenly turned his head to look at Liu Aiwen, and said softly, "Give me a cigarette."
We all looked at Liu Aiwen by surprise.
I really didn't expect that Liu Aiwen was a smoker!
I don’t usually see her smoking, the emotions, the image of a good girl is just superficial
, The real Liu Aiwen, it seems, not so good.
Mo Qishao looked at Liu Aiwen suspiciously, his eyes were shocked.
The goddess in his heart had such a side, which caused a strong psychological impact on Mo Qishao.
Liu Aiwen's face turned red, and he found a box of cigarettes from his pockets. We glanced at it and were all surprised, because it was not a women's cigarette, but a famous men's cigarette brand, which was famous for its spicy stimulation.
"Cough cough cough." Mo Qishao coughed uncontrollably, eyes full of surprise.
As soon as Liu Aiwen touched the bottom of the cigarette case, a cigarette popped out and threw it to Tian Tang, followed by another lighter.
This action was so hard-worked and so familiar, the students were dumbfounded.
Tian Tang looked at Mo Qiduo and them, meaning to ask the big guy if you mind
"Just do it, we're all right." Mo Qi frowned and responded softly.
Tian Tang nodded gravely, the lighter flashed, lit the cigarette, took a sigh, stabilized his emotions, and threw the lighter back.
"Which one of you want?" Liu Aiwen caught the lighter and gestured with the cigarette case.
Everyone shook their heads, but I would like to have one, but the Muman's mouth does not have this function, so I can only shook his head regretfully.
Liu Aiwen glanced at Mo Qishao, retracted the cigarette case, and popped one out of it. After lighting it, he slowly inhaled it.
Mo Qishao's eyes looking at Liu Aiwen changed between the cigarette butts, and he was refreshing his impression of this girl.
I didn't have many surprises.
Having experienced the baptism of Meng Yishuang and Jiang Zhao, I have long been indifferent to people wearing multiple masks. Compared with the two femme fatales, Liu Aiwen hides his little hobbies in this respect, but it is nothing more than a witch.
After smoking half a cigarette, Tian Tang relaxed. He glanced at everyone, pinched the cigarette between his fingers, and said softly, "Everyone knows that although the Tian family can’t be said to be so rich, they can be regarded as a member of the upper circle. You must think As the young master of the Tian family, I can spend a lot of money. In fact, you are all wrong.
I am not favored in the family. Compared with my brother, my monthly allowance is nothing more than a fraction. But I like to show off because of my face, so I spend a lot of money and owe a lot of money outside. "
The students were in an uproar when these words were spoken.
This is something the big guy never expected. He thought that Tian Tang, as the young master of the Tian family, had no worries about food and clothing, and he must have control over a large amount of money. At this moment, he knew that he was just superficial.
"Are you true? You are indeed from the Tian family? Why are you treated so badly?"
Mo Qi burned and asked incomprehensibly.
"Up to now, I will not hide it. The reason why I am not treated is because I was born."
Tian Tang gave a wry smile and took another puff of cigarette.
The students opened their mouths in surprise.
(End of this chapter)