Lingxi's room contains many books, ranging from astronomy and geography, which are obscure and difficult to understand, to folklore and stories, which are fascinating.
According to my rough estimate, there are at least nearly a thousand books on the wall-high bookshelf.
I moved a stool and searched slowly.
Looking for information about the sustenance of the soul.
I'm not sure if I can find any clues from this. I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse. After all, I have no other choice.
From around one o'clock in the afternoon, I found it after three o'clock. I was dizzy and my ears were ringing.
I read a lot of miscellaneous books, but there are no clues about Yuan Shen.
I squatted on the stool in frustration, wondering if I should find a chance to go to Kunlun, and then find an excuse to ask Lingxi to take me to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion in Kunlun.
Tang Jingyue said that the Kunlun Sutra Pavilion contains hundreds of thousands of books, covering everything you need.
Perhaps only there can there be anything recording aspects of the soul.
I was thinking so absentmindedly that I didn't even notice Lingxi pushing the door open.
"Are you asleep?" A voice with a narrow smile sounded behind me.
I was so frightened that I jumped off the stool on the spot.
Lingxi smiled and said nothing, looking at me softly.
"Master..." I felt guilty and felt a little at a loss for a while.
"The anecdotes and miscellaneous books are in the third grid, the destiny and fortune are in the sixth grid, and the fortune-telling is in the first grid." Lingxi stood up and introduced to me: "The turtle spirit belongs to the spirit body and monster, and it is in the ninth grid."
"Oh." I pretended to look at the ninth box and took the book.
Lingxi knocked on my head and said with a straight face: "I am restless. What do you want to do in my room?"
"Ah? No, I didn't want to do anything." I pretended to be calm.
Lingxi pointed at the book in my hand and said, "Hold it backwards."
I blushed deeply and said duplicitously: "I know, I'll look at it later when I get back to my room."
Lingxi looked a little tired and sat on the sofa next to the bed and said: "We have bought the ingredients. If it is not convenient for you to cook, don't force them to order takeout."
"It's okay, I have nothing to do when I'm free." I said nonchalantly: "Aren't you used to eating outside food now? I'm a personal chef and I have to take good care of you."
"Grandma gave me a death order, saying that if the spirit girl loses weight, she will hit me with a cane."
"Hey, what I'm worried about now is that you have a bad appetite."
"Ha, yes." Lingxi laughed out loud and said with a touch of happiness at the corner of her mouth: "I miss grandma too."
"Okay, you rest first, I'll go outside to sort out the ingredients." I ran away, afraid that Lingxi would ask me what I was looking for.
"Let Xiao Yu'er and Pei Chuan help you." Ling Xi reminded him in the room.
In the living room, all kinds of vegetables, fish and meat are arranged in a mess.
Tang Jingyue was sitting on the sofa with a depressed look on her face, shouting about what to do.
Xiao Yuer was tinkering here and tidying up there, and the mess became more and more messy.
Pei Chuan, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was sitting on the stairs eating instant noodles.
When he saw me, this guy's eyes were filled with fire and he said: "Good boy, you can't learn anything else, but you know how to hurt and deceive others, and hate this..."