Humming a tune, Ling Ping'an walked between the bookshelves.
He walked all the way to the end, in front of the row of bookshelves against the wall.
Ling Ping'an moved a small stool over, stepped on it, tiptoed, and found a large tome sealed with hard bast paper from the top of the bookshelf.
"Hmm..." he took the thick book down from the bookshelf, blew off the dust, and praised, "Old books are so sturdy!"
This book had been placed in this bookstore since at least the era of Ling Ping'an's grandfather.
There was a reason why it hadn't been sold for so many years.
The first reason was that this book was extremely unfriendly to most people!
It was written in classical Chinese.
Secondly, the things in this book were too obscure for most people to understand.
In any case, Ling Ping'an chose to give up after reading it twice.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao...
Hu Jia, Pipa, Gu Se...
His head hurt just looking at it!
But...
"That customer will definitely like it!" Ling Ping'an touched it and flicked the mark on the cover.
On the cover, its name was written in an ancient small script, "Han Palace Vocal Music".
From the name, one could tell that this was a niche book collection published by an extremely niche publishing house.
What was introduced and displayed was the Han Dynasty musical instruments and classical music theory.
To the petty bourgeoisie, such a niche book was definitely a rare collection!
So...
"I might be able to make a fortune!" The young bookstore owner smiled, picked up the thick tome, and walked back.
… …
Tap, tap, tap...
Light footsteps echoed on the floor.
Layers of ripples radiated in all directions.
Song Shihui listened to this sound. His sensitive hearing made him feel as if he was in a strange and mysterious spider web, and there was no way to escape.
He turned around and saw the owner of the bookstore slowly walking over.
In the misty head, the flowing fire gradually jumped.
"Customer..." he walked in front of him. "I've made you wait..."
He stretched out his hand. In his seemingly fair and thin hand, a green book of tranquility had already been handed over.
"I like this book. You will like it!" He said in an indisputable tone.
Song Shihui stretched out his hand and carefully took it.
As soon as he touched the page, Song Shihui's skin emitted a strange sound.
The musical note that had been suppressing him all this time?
What about the protection that had been built day and night with temperament and music theory over the past few decades?
And at this very moment?
He almost collapsed.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao …
The notes were dissipating.
A flute sound?
It rang in his ears.
So humans couldn't hear it?
It was also a flute sound that could not be distinguished from the ultrasonic waves.
Messy, disorderly …
But vaguely?
It contained some sort of truth.
The truth of music!
Hearing the sound of the flute, Song Shihui's six fingers?
All of them involuntarily bounced up and down.
Following the rhythm of the flute?
It clicked continuously at an extremely fast speed.
Was this his way of defending himself?
It was a habit he had developed over the years.
Through this method, he could use the method of music to bring the Southern Zhou Continent to the surface.
All kinds of strange curses and sorcery?
Clean them all up!
However …
This time, the method failed.
Just a flute note?
Song Shihui's fingers?
He fell into a frenzied and crazy rapid tapping.
The musical notes in his body were constantly beating.
All the spiritual power had been mobilized to resist the sound of the flute.
Unfortunately …
Even so, the speed and power of the flute's sound still exceeded his limits.
Drops of cold sweat flowed down from his forehead.
His temples bulged high.
His heart was beating faster and faster.
It was as if his heart was about to explode in the next second.
When his heart exploded, Song Shihui knew that he would be like a balloon. With a bang, he would turn into powder in this bookstore.
"How is it?" An easy-going voice sounded in his ears. The flute sound disappeared without a trace in front of this voice.
It was as if it had never appeared.
Song Shihui raised his head and saw the two Flowing Flames looking at him.
The ancient God had sat on the sofa opposite him at some point.
He gently stroked the body of the cat goddess.
"Are you satisfied with my book?"
How could Song Shihui dare to say that he was not satisfied?
He didn't dare to listen to the flute again.
So, he immediately nodded. "Satisfied! Satisfied! "
For this, he even forcefully suppressed the boiling blood in his heart and the uneasiness and fear in his divine soul, revealing a very happy expression.
How could he dare to show even the slightest bit of unhappiness?
Wouldn't that be shameless?
With this answer, the book in his hand instantly became quiet.
Where the skin touched the cover, the solid cover suddenly became soft, like water, like light.
Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao …
Once, once …
It bounced regularly.
Feeling the bounce, Song Shihui knew the name of this book.
"Music of Mourning".
That was its name.
At the same time, Song Shihui also understood the origin of this book.
It came from a world that humans could not see, located in the gap between time and space.
A world made up of sound.
The final home of all the musical geniuses and masters of voice in all the worlds.
Sigel Ho Bend!
The dimension of sound, the world of music.
And this book was a death music written by the owner of that dimension under the orders of his master.
Feeling the information coming from the notes.
Song Shihui took a deep breath, then he looked at the ancient god sitting on the sofa.
He already understood that this ancient god was the master of the owner of the world of sound.
"I don\'t know..." Song Shihui asked with a trembling voice, "What price do I need to pay to take this book away from you..."
He already understood.
He had to buy this book from here.
No matter the price, he had to buy it!
This was not only the rule of the owner of this place, the ancient god.
It was also the requirement of the book in his hand.
There was the most direct threat in those notes.
If he couldn\'t hold this book...
Then, after he left this bookstore, he would lose the protection of the owner of the bookstore.
He would definitely be pursued by the flute music he had just heard!
The flute music could take the initiative to pursue the soul and take the life?
This sounded like an exaggeration.
But Song Shihui knew that this was true!
If he could continue to break through and reach the next realm, he would stand at the critical point of man and god.
Then, he might be able to play a song that would pursue the soul and take the life!
… …
"Price?" Ling Ping\ 'an listened to the words of the customer opposite him and laughed.
"These petty bourgeoisie... even their words are so interesting..."
He smiled and gently stretched out four fingers.
"Thank you..."
"Four hundred yuan!"
There was no doubt that this was a very fair price.
Moreover...
Ling Ping\ 'an felt that this customer was someone who could afford this price.
Because...
Look at the way he dressed!
The clothes on his body were equivalent to writing three words on his forehead: I don\'t lack money!
To be honest, it was Ling Ping\ 'an who was kind!
If it was another unscrupulous boss who seized on the weakness of these petty bourgeoisie and shouted a price of a thousand yuan, he might be able to bluff them!
However, Ling Ping\ 'an had always been sincere in doing business.
As a self-proclaimed gentleman, he had always upheld the principle that he had to earn money, but he had to earn it with a clear conscience.
To him, money was just the spice of life.
Whether it existed or not, it didn\'t affect his life.
"Four hundred..." Song Shihui took a deep breath.
He had learned some things from Situ He\'s hint.
Therefore, he understood that in this bookstore, the price offered by the owner of the bookstore was actually quite casual.
But there was one thing: the price he mentioned, most of the time, referred to the soul.
Zhang Hui had personally tested it.
At the price of 70% of the soul, he took away a book from this place.
Thus, he slowly reached his hand into his pocket.
The voice of the ancient god came into his ears, "Customer... Do you want to scan the code or pay in cash?"
That voice sounded cold, evil, and twisted to Song Shihui\'s ears.
He raised his head and saw the flowing fire, which was spinning.
The color of the flame turned deathly white.
Song Shihui then knew that he was not allowed to do what Situ He had done and use other things to make up for it.
Because...
The owner of the bookstore did not allow it!
It was also because he was not qualified enough!
Biting his lip, Song Shihui could only give up on the decision to touch the treasure he brought.
He smiled bitterly, took out his phone, and said to the other party, "Then let\'s scan the code..."
In the end, he had to pay the price.
Actually... this was quite good!
At least, it could save the Blackguard a precious sum of money.
At the same time, it could also provide an additional direction for verification.
Before coming, Song Shihui had actually made preparations to use his lifespan or soul to pay the bill!
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an walked to the counter happily. He happily took out the QR code card from the counter.
"Customer, are you going to send a letter? Or? "He asked.
Song Shihui looked at the card that was sent to him.
On the card, there were two deep terrifying vortexes spinning.
A low voice sounded in his ears.
He understood that one of the two vortexes was to deduct his lifespan, and the other was to deduct his soul.
In the low voice, he knew that if his lifespan was deducted, his lifespan would probably be deducted the moment he paid!
Therefore, he actually only had one choice.
He took a deep breath, turned on his phone, and scanned the soul vortex.
There was a beep.
Song Shihui felt that there seemed to be something more in his three souls and seven spirits.
Immediately, this feeling disappeared without a trace.
And at this moment, he finally knew the reason.
This owner of the bookstore...
This terrifying ancient god had taken a fancy to his musical talent.
When he died, his soul would come to this bookstore.
He would become one of the countless invisible musicians who served him and played a lullaby for him in this bookstore.
His three souls and seven spirits had been deducted by 90% for this book.
After taking a deep breath, Song Shihui smiled bitterly. "At least, I still have the power to dominate myself when I\'m alive!"
"And..."
He understood...
"This is a deterrent..."
"It\'s also a kind of protection!"
This transaction seemed to be him mortgaging his soul. After death, he would become a member of this ancient god\'s orchestra.
He would lose all freedom and autonomy.
But on the other hand...
This was actually the trick of this proud ancient god.
Thinking about it carefully, Song Shihui knew.
Would an Ancient God of such status really care about someone like him?
The moment the contract was signed, Song Shihui could feel that the number of invisible musicians... was countless!
Moreover, each of them was countless times stronger than him.
So... this contract, rather than saying that this ancient god used it to enslave him, it was better to say that it was used to control him.
This was telling him that he was okay... Let\'s see how you perform..
On the other hand, this was actually a kind of protection.
It could even be said to be a kind of gift!
It seemed unbelievable.
But as long as he was in the other party\'s mode of thinking, he could more or less taste it.
Just like how the ancient kings expressed their importance to their ministers.
They generally did not adopt the method recorded in the history books: undressing and pushing food.
Most of the time, when the emperors were trying to win over their ministers, they would give them surnames and names.
Some emperors of slave societies even liked to give people the honor of being\ 'my slave\'.
Modern people could not understand and would think that it was a shame.
However, at that time, wanting to be the slave, adopted son, and retainer of the emperor?
Ordinary people really did not have the qualifications!
And this Ancient God, from his point of view, was a God.
Today\'s transaction might even feel that it was his kindness and love.
Look...
I\'m willing to let you serve me...
Why aren\'t you kowtowing and thanking me?
Not only that!
Song Shihui tasted the faint mark in his Divine Soul.
He knew that this was a life-threatening talisman for him.
If he didn\'t do well enough, with a thought from this ancient god, his soul would fall apart.
But at the same time, it was also his protective talisman!
With its existence, in a sense, those gods whose status was lower than this god didn\'t even have the courage to attack him!
Because from a certain perspective, attacking him was the same as attacking this Ancient God.
Thinking of this, Song Shihui put away his phone.
He planned to have a chat with Zhang He when he went back.
He picked up the book in his hand and the cup of tea.
Song Shihui looked at the ancient god, thought for a moment, and finally made his request, "Sir, I wonder if you can lend me a flashlight?"
Ling Ping\ 'an put away the QR code.
He was very happy. Without hesitation, he took out a brand new flashlight from the drawer and handed it to the customer.
After thinking for a moment, he felt that he should rope in such a customer and try to give him a chance to spend again, or recommend a few friends to spend again.
So, he picked up a few fake half-taels of money that the customer had mortgaged here last time from the drawer.
"Customer..." he weighed the coins in his hand and stuffed them into the other party\'s hand. "These little things are useless to me, so I\'ll give them to you!"
Song Shihui looked at the flashlight and the coins that were surrounded by powerful psionic power.
He swallowed his saliva.
He remembered …
There was such a coin in the Blackguard\'s collection.
Just one such coin had enough energy to supply the entire city with electricity for a day!
Countless psionic scientists called it\ 'metaphysical nuclear fusion\'.
In this day and age where nuclear fusion technology was far from being practical, the psionic scientists of the Blackguard saw this coin as the hope of the future.
Unfortunately …
The Blackguard only had one coin!
They could only test it carefully and did not dare to violently dismantle it and study it!
And now …
He had sent it again …
And there were a total of six!
Including the coin that he already had, there were seven!
Seven …
A thought flashed through Song Shihui\'s mind.
Seven was exactly the basic requirement for research proposed by a psionic scholar.
Two were cracked by force to analyze its internal structure.
Two were used as a reference.
Two were used as a reference.
One was left as a backup.
In other words …
He wanted to tell us that your train of thought was right!
But … what was his intention in doing this?
Song Shihui felt that his mind was a little confused.
He couldn\'t understand what the ancient God\'s intention was?
He looked at the other party, and the fire in his eyes rose to the surface of the mirror.
So, he put away the coins and bowed deeply to the other party, thanking him, "Thank you, Your Excellency!"
"You\'re welcome!" He said softly and then opened the glass door. "Customer... the fog is a little thick. Please walk slowly!"
Song Shihui nodded.
He put away the book, took the teacup, turned on the flashlight, and walked out of the door.
The light of the flashlight shone in the fog. The road ahead suddenly opened up, and there were no more obstacles!
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