Killing God

The footsteps stepped on the thick dust, leaving clear footprints, and the long-lasting wooden ladder made a low gurgling sound, which made people worry about whether it would collapse under the heavy pressure.

Fortunately, none of the accident happened. Shen Shi followed the wooden ladder and walked all the way to the second floor of this small building.

As I felt when I looked below, the second floor of the small building was very dim. Standing at the top of the stairs, Shen Shi opened his eyes and saw that the area of ​​the second floor seemed to be smaller than the first floor, and it was dim at the same time. There are several black shadows standing there in the shadow, and the shape seems to be very similar to the bookshelves on the first floor.

It should also be a place for books, Shen Shi thought so in his heart, groping to find a window next to him, and hurriedly opened it first, suddenly a bright light and fresh breeze came over, making him slightly narrow his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he looked back at the place again.

Sure enough, it was the same furnishings as on the first floor, but on the second floor of this small building, there were only two bookshelves, and nothing else. And there are not many books on the bookshelf. At first glance, it is only about one-third of the place, which is much worse than the full downstairs.

"Huh?" Shen Shi was rather curious. He wandered to the bookshelf, first swept the old dust with his hand, and then took a few books at random to look through it.

After reading a few books at a glance, Shen Shi found that the scrolls here seem to be not much different from those on the first floor in terms of content. Most of the time when the books were collected in the past, the bookshelves on the first floor were full and leftovers. Those who went down received the second floor directly, not that the scrolls on the second floor were more precious than the first floor.

With this discovery, Shen Shi’s curiosity has faded a lot, but since the books are almost the same, there is not much difference between reading on the first floor and reading on the second floor. At that time, Shen Shi didn’t bother to go downstairs. Standing in front of the two bookshelves on the second floor, I slowly flipped through the scrolls. When I saw someone interested, I pulled out and flipped through it a few times. If it really arouses interest, he will directly put it in his arms, which is for a closer look in the future.

The breeze blew into this small building from the window, with a refreshing coolness, and time passed unconsciously between the lines. Shen Shi's gaze lingered on these scrolls, and for some reason he suddenly felt as if he was back when he was a teenager reading in the first building of Tianyi, but now all this seems to have become an unreal dream...

For an instant, there was a little confusion in his heart, but soon after all he woke up from the inexplicable emotion, smiled self-deprecatingly, gently closed the page in his hand, and placed it on the shelf. After letting go, closing his eyes and being quiet for a while, he continued to walk behind the bookshelf.

I don’t know which senior of the Black Phoenix Demon Clan who built this book-collecting building and collected so many scrolls back then, but at least for now, it seems that Shen Shi hasn’t found anything in these scrolls that particularly caused him. Good books of interest, and in general, the books and classics collected in the small building often contain strange contents, including history, humanities, geography, stories, legends, admonitions, etc., but they do not divide them into categories. People have a very confused feeling.

Perhaps, the senior of the Black Phoenix Demon Race was just for arty? Such an unrespectful thought passed in Shen Shi's heart. When he was chatting with the old white monkey, he had also heard the old monkey demon say that although most ordinary demon races nowadays do not read books, In the days of the Heavenly Demon King's Court, the collection of scrolls among the high-ranking demon races who were rich and powerful in the country was a very elegant and popular thing. There are also some monster races who admire and reminisce about the glory days of the Heavenly Demon King's Court in the past, and some of them include books and classics as collections.

It’s just that if you really like to collect books, how can you not take care of them and sort them out? It’s probably not very reliable if you want to come.

Shen Shi curled his mouth, and ran his fingers across the cover pages of the scrolls on the bookshelf, pausing occasionally, pulling out a book and flipping it for a while, then put it back on the bookshelf, and continued searching for books. I have seen the two rows of shelves so unconsciously, and I don't think there are any particularly precious good books, only the bottom shelf of the last shelf is left.

There are not many books here, it seems that there are only a dozen books, and in the case of no one turning over, these scrolls appear to be stumblingly laid out, and the book covers and pages are also very shabby, obviously from the year. The time here is not too precious, because the owner throws it here at will.

Shen Shi squatted down, without much hope, just flipping the scrolls at will.

Look at one, lose one, look at one, and lose another. Sure enough, there are many boring and useless miscellaneous books. I don’t know how they were included back then. Presumably the Black Phoenix demon clan who collected the books had a bad vision. Okay.

In such a short while, he almost finished reading the scrolls on the bottom row of bookshelves, shook his head, and when he was about to stand up, Shen Shi suddenly condensed from the corner of his eyes, but he glanced at the end of the bookshelf, which seemed to be dropped randomly. A piece of torn paper with some faint writing on it. Look at that, the paper has long been dilapidated, and I don't know how many years have passed, the dust on it has not accumulated half an inch thick? Even most of the handwriting was blocked, only one or two of them could be seen vaguely, and some were vague, it seemed to be a few words similar to "yin and yang".

Shen Shi paused, shook his head without thinking, too lazy to look through the dirty paper, then stood up and walked towards the stairs, preparing to go to the first floor to find the old white monkey.

The sound of low footsteps rang on the wooden stairs several times, and the creaking sound reverberated, but after a while, it suddenly stopped again, and then the footsteps sounded again, but Shenshi somehow turned around again. Come over, squat down in front of the bookshelf just now, and then picked up the torn paper.

With a vigorous shake, the dust flew up in an instant, and countless hours settled on the volume of this book like time, and finally turned into countless fine dust. Through the dust, Chen Shi held the book and moved to the light, only to see a few lines of writing on the old shabby paper:

The yin and yang are the way of heaven and earth, the principle of all things, the parents of change, the beginning of life and death, and the house of gods. (Note 1).

Yin and Yang...

The way of yin and yang?

Shen Shi silently stared at the torn paper in his hand, stared at the writing on it coldly, read this difficult and mysterious passage, and the light in his eyes gradually brightened.

He pondered quietly for a long time, and then he began to examine the torn paper carefully, looking at it over and over again, but apart from this paragraph of text on the paper, there did not seem to be any other traces on the torn paper.

Shen Shi frowned slowly, hesitated for a while, and suddenly ignoring the dirt on the ground, lying directly on the bottom of the dusty bookshelf, carefully searching every inch there.

One inch, one inch, another inch, the ancient bookshelf slipped silently between the gaps in his fingertips, and the dust fell silently. When he accidentally tapped somewhere, the bookshelf would still give off a low dullness. Until at a certain corner, the echo suddenly became thicker.

Shen Shi's gesture was a pause, and he tapped it lightly and complexly several times. After confirming that the corners of the bookshelf were unique, his eyes became brighter, and he didn't hesitate. He immediately started to dismantle the wooden shelf, and after several tricks , The thick wooden frame was finally opened by him, and then, Shen Shi saw the inside of a wooden beam there, a circular deep trench was dug out at some unknown time, and a black scroll was lying quietly there.

Shen Shi's heartbeat suddenly became fierce, and even the sound of his breathing became a little quick. He grabbed the black scroll hidden in the dust and carefully forgotten by endless years, turned it upside down, and looked at the bottom of the scroll.

Under the shadow, deep in the black, a faint golden flash passed by.

It is a lifelike flower, as if it will never fade over the years-

Horse chestnut sunflower.

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At the entrance of the small building, the little black pig's ears shook, and he suddenly seemed a little irritable.

It looked around and found that there was a secluded place near the small building, not even a single figure, not to mention any noise, but at about the same time, a place in the distance of this mansion suddenly heard. The noise and noise, vaguely as if something amazing had happened.

But for such a remote thing, this little black pig who is delicious and loves to sleep has no interest at all. At this time, it turned a few times at the door of the small building and felt hungry.

There doesn't seem to be anything to eat around here, the little black pig reluctantly posed the little pig's head, stayed there for a moment, and finally turned and walked towards the small building.

The pig's hoof left a clear footprint in the dust on the ground. The little black pig soon saw that the old monkey demon was standing by a bookshelf, holding a book and looking attentively, as if Did not notice myself at all.

Anyway, the old immortal didn’t usually give himself food. The little black pig hummed a few times, ignored the old white monkey, turned around and looked for it. He didn’t see the shadow of Shen Shi, but he saw the front. The stairs and the footprints on the stairs.

Xiao Hei ran over and took three steps and two steps to the second floor. Although the dust here seemed to be heavier than the first floor, which made Little Hei Zhu feel a little uncomfortable, he quickly saw Shen Shi and was immediately happy. Get up, hurriedly leaned over, rubbing against Shen Shi's feet.

It's just that Shen Shi's appearance seemed a little weird at this time, holding a weird black scroll in his hand, observing and thinking over and over again, but suddenly he didn't notice the little black pig running to his side. However, under the perseverance of the little black pig, Shen Shi finally recovered and glanced at the little black pig.

The little black pig hummed twice to meet his master's gaze, and the short and curled pig tail shook a few times, showing a somewhat flattering look.

Shen Shi has been carrying Xiao Hei for three years, and has long known the habits of the little black pig. He can tell at a glance that this guy is hungry again, and ran to him to ask for something to eat. If he would play with Xiao Hei on weekdays, but at this time all his thoughts were on the black scroll, and he was really not in the mood to pay attention to the little black pig, so he reached out to his waist and took off the food sack and threw it away. To the little black pig.

On weekdays, he would prepare some food for Xiao Hei and put it in a sack and hang it around his waist. At the same time, because the small wishful ring that brought the demon world back then has been damaged, some important items next to his body are also put in some cloth bags, including Those witch talisman talisman made on weekdays are also additionally packed in cloth bags, so there are several bags hung on the belt, but the food bags are sack bags, which is easy to recognize.

The little black pig became excited when he saw Shen Shi throwing a bag over. For many years, he had been used to feeding Shen Shi. He happily grabbed the cloth bag, and just wanted to open the mouth of the bag with his nose to feast, but look Looking at the unpleasant and dirty dust around, the little black pig actually showed a bit of disgust, grabbed the cloth bag in one bite, dashed down the stairs, ran out of the small building, and returned to the original small building. On the stone steps outside, the cloth bag was put down.

Haha, today's bag seems to be bigger than usual, it seems that I can have a full meal!

Xiao Hei thought this in his heart, and then arched the mouth of the bag with his nose.

In the faint drool, somehow it didn't have its favorite meat smell, but after a while, under Xiao Hei’s surprised pig eyes, a warm, smooth, gleaming blue, yellow and purple light The ball rolled out, rolling in front of it twice, and then it seemed to be rolling down the stone steps.

Xiao Hei stretched out the pig's hoof and took the strange bead back, but his two eyes stared at the bead, and the light flickered, but he was a little dazed for a while.

(Note 1: "Suwen?? Yin and Yang Yingxiang Dalun").