When the loess drove the county town, the sky in the east was already white, and there were gradually people on the road. Fortunately, he took a small path and avoided the sight of passers-by. Otherwise, the running of bamboo horses would be seen, which would definitely scare many people.

When I arrived at the mulberry forest in the north of the city, Huangtu turned over and dismounted, put the mechanism in check, and meditated on the spot.

In February, the cold nine just passed, and the air conditioning was not gone. The cold wind in the forest caused the coldness in the body, and internal and external relations were increasing, which made it extremely uncomfortable. If you wanted to use medicine to suppress the cold air, the warm sun pill and other cold-removing pills in Ruyi's capsule had been exhausted, so you had no choice but to endure it.

"There will inevitably be a lot of trouble in the future. You must hurry up and refine a batch, so as not to be unable to find it when you are in urgent need of it."

After resting for a while, recovering a little, then endured the pain and limped on the way.

Five or six o'clock in the morning is the time for early school reading. If it were normal, he would have arrived at the school now.

But this time I took not the way to the school, but along the alleys in the west of the city to the old city.

The old city was originally a population gathering place, but with the development of the economy, the county town expanded around it, and the old layout of narrow roads and short houses could no longer adapt to the times. The city's central position was replaced by newly built places. Not only were the commercial center and supermarket dishes far away, but most official institutions also moved into the newly built high-rise buildings, and only some clear water yamen had no choice but to stay here.

The prosperity passes through the long river of history and is gradually forgotten.

The alley is quiet and peaceful, surrounded by green tiled bungalows, and loess is walking along the road until a long-standing gray two-story building. Looking at the sign hanging on it, it is the county library.

In addition to studying in school, Huangtu’s favorite thing is to come here to read books. The wave of marketization has made most people lose their pursuit of interests, and more and more people are far away from the fragrance of books. Those who live in the distance naturally will not remember that there is such a place in the small town. Even nearby residents, when walking by bicycle, only regard it as nothing except for occasionally glances.

In order to find a few lonely books, Huangtu found this place with a try attitude. After rushing to the scene, he fell in love with this quiet and comfortable book collection at a glance. He only felt that this place was like the river between Jiuteng Mountains and Rivers, with a unique charm of Pure Land.

After a while, I gradually became familiar with this place.

This time I came early, and the library has not yet opened. Huangtu sat down on the steps in front of the door, secretly recovering while waiting.

After more than ten minutes, Huangtu felt something was wrong. After careful investigation, it turned out that there were many birds of various colors around, sparrows, magpies, larks, owls, and woodpeckers... On the sycamore tree in the southwest corner, there were three snow-white birds with long necks and red heads, but they were extremely rare red-crowned cranes.

These birds stood on the branches of willow branches around them, quietly without saying a word, even the Bailing, who liked to speak the most, held back, but occasionally flew up, flew around the library for a few times, and finally fell back to their original place, still silent, as if the crowd waiting for the leader to come, seemed a little strange.

"What's this? They're going to hold a meeting?" Loess was a little rare, so they counted roughly, and there were only at least ten species on the eight nearby willow trees, with no less than a hundred species.

I looked at it for a while, but I couldn't see any clues.

However, there are some birds that are rare at this place, but they are all normal birds. Although Huangtu is curious, he is still thinking about Xu Lingzhi's injuries and does not take this matter to his heart.

Suddenly, I felt a little hungry, so I got up and went to a nearby stall to eat something simple. When I came back, the library was already open.

The first person to come was the library director, who was nearly 60 years old and was in good spirits. The old man's surname was Wang. He was originally a university professor. After retirement, he returned to his hometown and became the director here. Huang Tu was familiar with him, and he had something to do, so he greeted him and walked in.

Most of the first floors are natural subject books, and Huangtu is not very interested; the humanities books on the second floor contain many ancient books, which are his favorites.

The stairs were on the east and west sides of the floor, and the loess was well-known. They walked straight in. When they got inside, they found that two abandoned wooden boxes were placed on the stairs, and the road was blocked. When they turned to the other side, they found that this side was also blocked.

I didn't understand the meaning, but I couldn't force myself into it and limped back.

"Director Wang, why is the road upstairs blocked?"

Director Wang seemed to have expected Huangtu to come back to ask, and a little helplessness appeared on his face and said with a bitter smile:

"Young man, the second floor is a bit inconvenient and cannot be opened to the public for the time being."

Huang Tu was quite surprised to see him like this. He knew that the old man had always been cheerful and had a high level of cultivation. He rarely showed such a look. Moreover, time could not wait for others. He only had three days. Otherwise, the resurrection talisman would fail and the death energy would spread. Xu Lingzhi would definitely die of a bad life, and the Daluo god would be difficult to save him.

"Director Wang, I want to find some very important information. Can I understand it?" Huang Tu said a little gasping and reached out to hold the bookshelf next to him.

Director Wang has always admired young people who are eager to learn. He had talked to Huangtu in the past and treated him well. Seeing him like this, he knew that he was not a nonsense and could not help but feel embarrassed.

"this……"

Seeing that there was a chance, Huangtu hurriedly said a few important words.

"Okay!" The old man finally nodded, "But, young man, you have to listen to me and find the information you need, leave quickly and never stay for a long time!"

Seeing that his expression was a little solemn, Huangtu hurriedly agreed.

The old man and loess moved the box away and cleared out the stairs.

Seeing the loess unable to wait to go upstairs, the old man reminded again:

"Don't delay, come down immediately after finding it, and I'll give you permission to bring the book back!"

Huangtu responded, unable to wait to go up; but when he went up to the second floor, he saw the situation above, his face changed, and he couldn't help but exclaim, and turned around and wanted to go down to ask.

It turned out that the second floor, which was clean and tidy in the past, was now in a mess and smoky state.

It was like someone who relied on brute force to rush across the road. The originally orderly bookshelf is now tilted, falling all over the ground, some broken into two pieces, some scattered into boards, and no one is complete; tens of thousands of books are scattered on the ground, one book in the east and the other, like a farmland trampled by wild beasts, which is in chaos.

In the middle, there is a huge bird's nest-like thing.

But this bird's nest is not built with branches, leaves and dead grass, but is made of bookshelf and book collection.

More than 20 bookshelfs were pulled from around to the middle, surrounded by a circle, piled up together, leaving only a piece of space in the middle. The middle of the bookshelf was filled with books of various colors, full of no gaps.

These bookshelf and the collection of books were broken into pieces, and had already become a pile of waste paper and rotten wood; it was obvious that after being piled up, they were beaten up and smashed together, completely mixed together.

A large number of precious books and bookshelfs were destroyed, which was heartbreaking.

The edge of the bird's nest is nearly two meters high and not far from the ceiling. When the loess looks in, it is blocked from view and cannot see the situation in the middle.

He didn't understand, but he didn't come in just five days, so why did he become like this?

"Director Wang, this..."

Director Bu Wang seemed to know that he would ask this question, but he didn't leave when he saw him turn around and looked surprised. Before he could finish his words, he replied:

"Don't worry, don't ask! Go and look for it quickly. The best one can find it. Don't delay if you can't find it! If you see it for the devil, you will inevitably cause trouble again!"

The old man shook his head and sighed, signaling him to go and find him quickly.

"Demon King? What Demon King?" Huang Tu was slightly slackened, his eyes sharp, and he asked in a deep voice, "Is this a ghost here?"

He saw that the first floor was as safe as usual, and the second floor was in chaos, and he guessed that it would not be the cause of ordinary people, but could only guess that it was a supernatural thing.

The old man sighed and did not answer, signaling him to look for it quickly.

Seeing that Huangtu couldn't find anything, he knew that there would be something strange and secretly became suspicious, but his current state was really depressed and he dared not delay.

He struggled to erect the tilted bookshelf, cleared a way out, and based on his previous memory, he bypassed the huge bird's nest and found the place where ancient notes were written.

It's just a mess here, with only half of the books left intact, and the rest are all pulled into the bird's nest.

Huangtu wanted to see what was sacred in the nest, but when he thought of the director's instructions, he had to suppress his temperament, lift up the bookshelf, and search for them one by one on the ground.

Although county museums are not as good as provincial and municipal museums, they have less damage and relatively balanced nature and humanities. In the past, he often came here to collect materials, mainly reading some notes from ancient people, most of which are the unofficial history of ghosts, foxes, immortals and demons. This time he found them very well.

I flipped through one book at a time, and read carefully and browsed carefully. I browsed naturally before, and read carefully if I had not read before.

"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", "Notes from Yuewei Caotang", "The Ambition of Gods", "The Dead Souls", "Ghost Records"... and other familiar or unfamiliar names passed through their eyes, but none of them recorded the resentful spirits like a female ghost in red.

Time passed quickly, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye. He had read more than fifty books, but still found nothing. He was a little anxious. After all, this was the most abundant place for local books. There was no place here, and the hope for other places was even slim.

The old director in the middle urged him twice, but he had both perfunctory.

Huangtu suppressed his temper and continued to search forward. After flipping through one book, only more than ten books in the corner were left.

"God has the virtue of living a life, and there is no way for heaven to pass away. I hope there will be something to gain here..."

He sighed slightly, forced himself to look for it, and continued to search.

One, two, three...

I have read all fifteen books, but the result is disappointing.

"how so?"

Huangtu clenched his fists and gasped heavily. He was very unwilling to give in and punched the wall with a punch, making a bang.

"It's so messy, books are thrown everywhere, and there will definitely be such books in other places! Moreover, most of them are stuffed into this bird's nest."

"Bird, at worst, I can remove this broken thing. No matter what monsters you are, I am a 8-foot man, are you still afraid?"
Chapter completed!