Ling Ping'an held the freshly brewed tea and sat at the counter, sighing.
Tonight, he overturned all the results of last night's work.
The reason was very simple.
He read the manuscript again and felt very awkward.
Therefore, he knew that he would definitely fail.
He looked at the document that had been deleted once again on the screen and sighed, "Writing a new book is really a headache!"
"If I had known, I wouldn't have finished this old book..."
That way, he could continue to fish for three days and dry his net for two days and happily fish.
He didn't need to take some time out every day to write the beginning like now.
He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already eleven o'clock.
Ling Ping'an stood up and walked to the door of the shop. He was about to close the door and go upstairs to sleep.
He saw a figure walking towards him in the fog in the distance.
Thus, he stopped.
"Is it a customer or a passerby?" He asked.
Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that the customer who left his watch here a few days ago had not appeared since.
He was probably addicted to the Stellaris game and was busy farming gold...
Ling Ping'an thought.
Stellaris was famous for its liver in the entire Federal Empire's gaming world.
It was very common for players to farm a dungeon dozens or hundreds of times just for a rare piece of equipment.
They also needed to participate in the large-scale team dungeon activities organized by the guild on time, just like going to work, in order to obtain the so-called team points to buy the equipment that could only be dropped by these team dungeons.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an didn't play.
It was too scary!
Ling Ping'an thought of the two customers last night again.
They were all good people!
Upright gentlemen!
Especially that old Republican, Ling Ping'an admired him very much.
Look at how trustworthy he was! Even the ancient Liu Xiahui was only so-so!
After waiting for a while, Ling Ping'an saw a person walking over from the thick fog in the distance.
It was a young man wearing a set of obviously exquisite retro clothes.
As a web novel author, Ling Ping'an recognized it at a glance. It seemed to be a Han Dynasty Yifan. There was a very standard Han Dynasty Red Ribbon wrapped around his waist and a crown made of jade on his head.
Just looking at it, Ling Ping'an's eyes lit up.
"Fat sheep! Big fat sheep! "He was eager to try and rubbed his palms together.
Who didn't know that Han clothing was a very expensive hobby? Not to mention anything else, any set of Han clothing on the market could easily cost more than a thousand.
If they were more particular, thousands or even tens of thousands of people wouldn't be able to beat them.
As he got closer and closer, Ling Ping'an's excitement was beyond words.
This was because the clothes that this young man was wearing, no matter which aspect they looked at, were all custom-made after going through a strict examination.
Private customization meant expensive.
The strict examination showed that he was very particular.
This was a rare customer, and he was also a very generous customer!
Ling Ping'an had heard that a certain peer had sold a unique copy to a customer who was passionate about ancient culture and tradition. Good heavens, he had earned tens of thousands of yuan in one go!
Tens of thousands of yuan!
This was really the case of not opening for business for three years, but opening for business to eat for three years!
Of course, there were no ancient books of that value in Ling Ping'an's shop.
But …
However, there were also several large volumes that were printed more than a hundred years ago.
There was even a set of books that was worth a thousand yuan!
If he could sell it …
Ling Ping'an's saliva was about to flow out.
… …
Liu Zhi looked ahead at the flickering light source in the depths of the fog.
He hesitated.
This was because he saw a shadow under the light and shadow.
Without a doubt, it was a person.
Or rather, a 'humanoid' monster.
"What is this place?" He looked around at the thick fog around him.
This thick fog gave him the feeling that it was an independent world.
It also seemed to be a divine kingdom created by a certain evil god of chaos.
Since the founding of the Xinghan Dynasty, they had dealt with the evil gods of chaos and their minions and servants.
In the palace, there had even been a tradition of using the believers of Tzeentch.
The Xinghan Dynasty was both guarded against and roped in the evil gods of chaos and their minions.
Just like the rat-men who assassinated him, they were actually refugees taken in by his grandfather when he was young.
These people who claimed to be the believers of the Horned Rat came out from the ground.
At that time, the Xinghan Dynasty was facing a serious threat from the goblin Chanyu of the northern grasslands.
The ogre army under his command even threatened the safety of Chang'an.
In the end, it was thanks to the arrangements left behind by the ancestral dragon and the deterrence of the three qilins worshiped by the royal family that the invasion was forced to retreat.
Therefore, even though he knew that those dirty rats would become a disaster sooner or later, he had no choice but to drink poison to quench his thirst. He used them to assassinate the officers and nobles of the goblin Chanyu to delay his advance.
"So, I will face an evil god?" He looked at the figure under the light and thought, "It might even be a new evil god?"
But …
"When did a new evil god be born in the void?!" He thought.
But since he had already stepped into someone else\'s territory, Liu Zhi knew that he would never be able to walk out of this fog if he did not meet him and see his thoughts and intentions.
So, he mustered up his courage and slowly approached.
As he approached, the thick fog gradually dissipated.
A building that looked extremely puzzling to him appeared in front of him.
It was a house of a completely different style from the buildings of the Xinghan Dynasty.
It was made of some kind of red brick, and the surface was covered with some kind of stone of an unknown style.
A plaque of unknown material hung at the door, but Liu Zhi recognized the words written on it.
Because there was a connection between it and the small usurpation and clerical script of Xinghan.
"Qiyuan Bookstore?" Liu Zhi frowned. He had received a formal and strict royal education since he was young, so he quickly realized that something was wrong. "Or rather, it\ 'Origin Bookstore\'!"
There were still many fake words in the Xinghan Dynasty.
Especially the higher-ups, they liked to do this kind of thing the most.
Did I write the wrong word?
Wrong!
This is a fake word! Do you understand?
And in those red bricks, stone slabs, and plaques, Liu Zhi\'s spiritual perception could clearly feel that there were countless monsters entrenched in them.
They lowered their ferocious tentacles.
They opened their terrifying mouths.
The indescribable monsters made an incomprehensible sound in a low voice under the cracks in the wall and the plaque.
It seemed to be a warning, or it might be to show him his strength.
And under the plaque, a\ 'person\' who was wearing clothes made of unknown material and looked a little taller than him was already standing there.
To be precise …
It should be him!
Liu Zhi looked at him, who was under a certain light source.
The head that was shrouded in fog was like an abyss that could not be looked at directly.
And at this moment, he looked over.
He looked at Liu Zhi. In the head that was shrouded in fog, two flames rose from what seemed to be the eye sockets.
Liu Zhi looked at him and walked forward. Then, he bowed to himself and said with a very traditional Xinghan etiquette, "Welcome to my shop, sir!"
His voice was calm and powerful.
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