Ji Zhixu stopped in the rain.
But the old man didn't stop walking.
They passed by each other.
Ji Zhixu didn't even have time to activate the switch between the dagger and staff.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but the invisible power in front of her made her body stiffen, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead.
The old man was wearing an old dark black suit and a gentleman's hat. He paused beside her for a moment and looked at the book in her hand with surprise. He muttered in a low voice, "It's actually this book. What a lucky little fellow."
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ears. Half of his face that was exposed under the umbrella was covered by an old, pitch-black iron mask. Only a pair of dark green, snake-like eyes could be seen.
His eyes were as sharp as the edge of a sword, without the turbidity that an old man should have.
Ji Zhixu only had time to catch a glimpse of the name of the black book with red lines in the old man's hand — "Void Extinction". The old man had already walked past her and walked toward the dimly lit bookstore.
The cold moisture of the rain crawled along her exposed skin, bringing a chill.
"Phew …" She remembered the URL: m.9biquge.com.
Ji Zhixu heaved a sigh of relief.
She turned around.
A conversation could be heard from the slowly closing door of the bookstore.
"Welcome … Eh? It's Old Wang. Are you here to return the book? "
"… Although you said it's a form of intimacy, I still feel that something is wrong. Can you call me by my name? Mr. Lin. "
"Of course, Mr. Wang Erde."
"Phew … That's an inexplicable relief. Do you have a new customer?"
"Yes, Old Wang."
"Name … Forget it. It seems that you like her. You even lent her the book that you often read. Here's the book that you borrowed last time."
"A book that I often read is still a book. Besides, I just think that book suits her. Speaking of which, it's only been 20 days and you're already here to return it. The last time we made a bet, it was within 30 days. You lost, didn't you? Haha, I told you that an old person like you isn't suitable to read this kind of book, lest you get dizzy, but you didn't believe me. "
"… I lost. My apologies, but this book is far too profound. It's like a complete and massive world, filled with mysteries and magical unknowns that transcend the limits of time and space. From life to death, from birth to death, from birth to death, with my shallow knowledge, it's hard to imagine that someone who could write such a great book must be a great figure."
"Of course, that's a dead giant."
"Giant? No wonder … "
The voice gradually faded away.
Ji Zhixu looked at the book and umbrella in her hands.
The owner of the bookstore was much more relaxed and humorous when talking to the old man who was obviously a regular customer.
The old man was also kind and friendly, as if they were close friends despite their age difference.
However, when Ji Zhixu recalled the encounter just now, she felt cold sweat all over her back.
"The Black-Scaled Faceless Man," Frank Wang Erde, an Annihilation-level Black Wizard.
His most iconic feature was the mask on his face and the dark green snake eyes that were caused by his half-snake blood.
The seemingly gentle old man was well known for his ferocity. He was a cold and cruel executioner, a butcher whose hands were stained with blood.
He had once fought with one of the ten Glorious Grand Knights of the Miyie Tower and destroyed an area of nearly 10,000 square kilometers, taking the title of Annihilation-level.
Later, for unknown reasons, he disappeared from the public eye.
According to the regulations announced by the Truth Society in 1788, Extraordinaires were divided into four levels, also known as the "APDI Classification". Every year, the Truth Society would announce the change in the registered Extraordinaires of each level for the current year.
Abnormal (Abnormal Level).
Panicky (Panic Level).
Destructive (Destruction Level).
Indescribable (God Level).
Although Wang Erde's name was marked as "Missing" and "Wanted by the Miyie Tower," it had never changed at Annihilation-level.
It was important to note that there were less than ten Annihilation-level Extraordinaires in the upper zone of the capital of Nuo Jin, and there were less than 100 Annihilation-level Extraordinaires in the whole of A Zier.
Such a brutal Black Wizard who had disappeared a long time ago had actually appeared here?!
And he seemed to be friends with that young man.
Ji Zhixu took a deep breath and hurriedly left, her heart becoming more and more convinced.
The owner of this bookstore was indeed an extremely powerful and mysterious Wizard!
At the very least, he was Annihilation-level like Wang Erde!
She had hooked up with an incredible person …
— —
Lin Jie put the book "One Hundred Years of Solitude" back on the shelf and turned his head to ask, "Old Wang, you don't seem to be in a good mood."
Wang Erde could be considered a regular customer of his bookstore.
Although his shabby bookstore didn't have many customers in total, and the number of regular customers could be counted with two hands, it was all thanks to his careful management that these customers had established a deep friendship with him. Basically, it had become a habit for them to come to his bookstore.
For example, Wang Erde had come to the bookstore for the first time two years ago. Including this time, he had come to borrow books five times.
Although it seemed like the number of times he had borrowed books was a little less than a month each time, which was equivalent to two years and twenty-four months. He had contributed four months to Lin Jie, which was a full one-sixth of his time!
Full of sincerity!
He had opened this bookstore for three years. In the first year, there was not much business at all, so Wang Erde could be considered a veteran customer.
At the same time, he was also the target of Teacher Lin's guidance and psychological counseling.
Sigh.
The elderly, especially the empty nesters, were prone to physical and psychological problems.
Comrade Old Wang was a very typical empty nester.
According to Lin Jie's understanding, Old Wang had two children, but they treated him very badly. His lover had left him, and his colleagues ostracized him. They even feared him because of his appearance, leaving him to live alone in a big city like Nuo Jin.
Although he did not lack money and did not have to worry about food and clothing, he was very deficient in terms of his spiritual life.
This kind of deficiency was not only due to the lack of care from his family and friends, but more importantly, the lack of recognition.
Old Wang was an expert in linguistics. He had a deep understanding of all kinds of rare languages. He was a dedicated and highly accomplished scholar.
It was easy for people like him to gradually get used to being alone, but he could not stand the loneliness of being alone.
Therefore, Lin Jie started from this aspect!
When they first met, he faced and respected the other party's flaws in appearance in exchange for an initial favorable impression.
He deduced the other party's identity from the books that he sold.
Then, he recommended a book called "Wenzhou Dialect".
This was one of the most difficult dialects in Huaxia, known as the "Language of the Devil".
In the Wenzhou territory, there were as many as 12 languages that could not be understood.
During times of war, the Wenzhou dialect was even used as a secret code. The enemy could not decipher it at all!
Lin Jie looked at Old Wang's expression from casual to doubtful, then to frightened, and finally to the ecstasy of reigniting the hope of life. He shouted, "Devil, this is the real devil!" He felt the significance of his role as the God of Chicken Soup.
Sigh, the happiness of a life mentor was so simple, unadorned, and dry.
Of course, there was no Wenzhou in this land called A Zier, and there was no Huaxia. Lin Jie could only interpret this book as coming from a remote historical site that had already disappeared.
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