133: 134 Du Chong

134 Du Chong

A mountain of books could be used to describe how I felt like I was nothing but a child. Standing by my side administrators books could be said to be smug, but I couldn't be happy no matter what. How did I start with all these books? Originally, I knew very little about this matter, but now I have to learn something about this matter, such as the book management of Sheol. 0

"Could you tell me that there are so many books here? Are there some catalogs and indexes?" I held onto the sleeve of the book administrators I was about to leave. Fortunately, this guy was wearing a wide-gown and large-sleeved ancient costume, so he didn't have the guts to pull on his wrist.

"Yes, of course." The book administrators pointed at one of the bookshelves." The shelves are all indexed. You can slowly read them."

This time, I was completely dumbfounded. Although I had a goal, I still felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack. I couldn't help but cover my aching forehead in a daze. In the end, I still accepted my fate and came to the bookshelf that was much taller than me.

The color of the book was very monotonous. It was probably because it was basically a linear book, so it occupied a lot of space. The blue-gray-yellow book had no words on its spine, so I was not used to the modern book design. I had to turn over the letters to see what I wanted to see. The neat and beautiful calligraphy and calligraphy were also very eye-tested and complicated. In short, it looked like all sorts of unexpected difficulties.

Later on, he didn't know how much time he had wasted. He looked at one book after another, row after row. Soon, he became dizzy and dizzy, but he did n' t see anything useful. The cleaning here looked quite clean, but after reading too many books, he couldn't help but feel dust flying.

It was strange to say that there was dust in both worlds. Every time it appeared inadvertently, it would make you feel its existence. The body of your soul could not shed tears and did not need breath. Therefore, you always had the illusion that it was buried by dust. The eyelashes were covered with dust and the mouth was also covered in dust. In the end, I thought that I was going to become a dirtman. I couldn't even wipe my eyes with my blurred vision, so I had to take a step back.

He accidentally bumped into a bookshelf that was too close to him. He wondered if it was because the bookshelf hadn't been repaired all year round and had already been crushed by the books, or if I had exerted too much force. All in all, it was a result.

With a crash, the bookshelves fell down without any hesitation. Together with the many books on them, they smashed down. Even though I was able to dodge quickly, I couldn't help but be hit on the head by a few extremely sturdy books. It hurt me aiyo, but I did n' t dare to make too much noise. After all, I was the one who caused trouble in the library, did I?

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke and dust shot out from the pile of books like a mushroom cloud. The gray mushroom cloud almost flew to the ceiling. I hurriedly looked around. Fortunately, this place was really quiet. After that book administrators left, I didn't even see a ghost.

Just as I was about to pretend that nothing had happened, I was about to run away when I heard a man in the pile of books behind me lazily say," Who's so wicked to come here to disturb people's dreams?"

There was actually someone in the pile of books? No, there were ghosts in the pile of books? I really wanted to immediately grow wings and fly away from this damned place, but I still didn't fly. I wanted to escape, but my legs were so strange that I could n' t move at all.

I had no choice but to stiffen my neck and turn around to look at the pile of books on the ground. There was no ghost, no one. Now that the dust had settled, there was really nothing.

But just as I was about to settle down, a puff of smoke emerged from the gaps in the pile of books. First, it was a puff of smoke that was fluttering in the wind. Then, it became bigger, materialized, and became a man's shadow. The shadow gradually became clearer. It was a man's ghost.

The male ghost was dressed in an ancient costume. His hair was so long that it almost reached his ankles. He was so loose that he had a slender figure and a small white face that didn't have any special features. Little Five looked pretty, but he did n' t have any special features.

"Who are you?" The man yawned impatiently, his face full of indolence," Why are you here?" "Do you know how to be polite?"

Only then did I feel that my feet could be moved. From this, I was able to confirm that the ghost had used some sort of spell to deal with me. It seemed that this ghost was not easy to provoke, and I did not know how many years he had lived in Sheol.

I cleared my throat and said in a polite manner," I'm sorry. I came here to check the information and accidentally knocked down the bookshelf. I did n' t expect you to sleep here. I'm sorry to disturb you."

The male ghost had been busy yawning and rubbing his eyes just now. He seemed to have turned a deaf ear to what I said. When I had finished speaking, he looked at me indifferently." For this reason, don't you think it's too far-fetched?"

"What's so far-fetched?" I was baffled. I was telling the truth. Besides, I didn't know that this guy was hiding there and sleeping. I did n' t even see his ghost, so what else could he blame me for?

"You, you new ghost, right?" The male ghost rolled his messy long hair and said impatiently," These guys are really annoying. Didn't they tell you that? I' ve been sleeping here for decades now. You're the first one to come over and openly disturb me. I wo n' t spare you today!"

As soon as the male ghost raised his hand, a lot of writing characters flew out from his sleeves and smashed towards me in all directions. It felt like every word carried a wind that could kill a person, and I couldn't avoid it.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and wait for a beating, the Phoenix Feather in my chest that had not been reflected for a long time suddenly became hot. The hot feeling was simply terrifying.

The words that were flying all over the sky had already disappeared before they could even touch me. At the same time, the remaining words were bounced back by an even more powerful force, accurately hitting the male ghost's body.

The male ghost flew out with the words. After flying a long distance, he finally bumped into another book. To my surprise, the male ghost was quite light. He didn't knock down the bookshelf, but instead slid down the bookshelf like it had collapsed. Finally, it fell to the ground.

The male ghost held his chest like a monk, his face filled with disbelief. Suddenly, he asked me," Are you Tao Xiaotao?"

"Yeah?" "You know me?" I was a little worried if the male ghost was injured." You're alright, I did n' t mean it."

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