The floating dust swayed in the sunlight, and the scent of old paper lingered among the books and papers.
The books in the library are placed randomly, but they are very clean, not rolled or folded, and they seem to be taken care of regularly.
It's just that the books are rarely divided into categories, and most of them are about the experiences of the Great Wilderness, such as "Strange Stories of the Great Wilderness" which is placed in a prominent position.
There are also books about catching monsters and ghost-hunting celestial masters.
Bai Gaoxing couldn't bear to read the "Handbook of Monsters" after seeing it, and strongly advocated buying a copy for the rest of his life.
Yu Sheng thought it was good and agreed to him.
Seeing this, Ye Zigao picked out two books from the pile of books.
"Shopkeeper, please don't favor one over the other. Buy me two copies too," Ye Zi said.
For the rest of my life, I read two books titled "The Nine-Tailed Turtle" and "The Story of Cutting the Lamp".
The turtle has three legs and nine tails. According to legend, the turtle in the south has nine tails, and those who see it will gain wealth.
Looking at the titles, it seemed that the two books were almost indistinguishable, so Yu Sheng nodded in agreement.
Bai Gaoxing wanted to speak, but Ye Zigao secretly stopped him.
Their book was found, and they searched for it for the rest of their lives but could not find the book they wanted.
While he was wandering back and forth, the ghost woman floated in front of him again, "What are you looking for?"
"Aren't you going to play with them anymore?" Yu Sheng said.
"Only ghosts play with them." The ghost woman blew the dust off a book, "It took me half my life to learn how to invite ghosts to me."
For the rest of his life, Ye Zigao was speechless and wondered, "Who are you playing with?"
"I'm not talking to you." Yu Sheng said.
Bai was happy and said, "I don't play with anyone either."
"I'm not talking to you either." Yu Sheng sighed.
"Instead of talking to us, are you talking to ghosts..." Ye Zigao suddenly woke up.
He smiled ambiguously and lowered his voice: "Male or female."
"Women, I can be your mother." Yu Sheng pushed them to chat with the bookkeeper.
He continued to say to the woman: "Since it's boring, why don't you leave?"
The ghost woman pressed a book and read it, "There is nothing better than here. If you have a book to read, you will never encounter the Demon Catcher and Wu Zhu."
The ghost woman suddenly paused and looked at Yu Sheng warily, "Aren't you a ghost hunter?"
Seeing Yu Sheng shaking his head, the woman ghost said: "I'm really scaring myself. The ghost-hunting master can't even touch me without borrowing a magic weapon."
I just pushed you away, not touched you. Yu Sheng thought to himself that luckily no one heard me.
"Why can't I be Wu Zhu?"
"Wuzhus don't have this ability either." The ghost woman said, "They can only use foreign objects to drive away ghosts or catch ghosts."
She used her ghost power to flatten the dog-eared book cover and asked curiously: "Are you born like this?"
The rest of my life is ambiguous, neither nodding nor shaking my head.
"That's interesting." The ghost woman muttered, "Are you from Youdu?"
"The underworld?"
"It's Taoist monks who compare Youdu to the underworld and hell." The woman ghost said disdainfully, "Reincarnation belongs to heaven, Youdu has no control over it."
For the rest of my life, I understand that the way of heaven is ruthless and treats all things as stupid dogs. No one's reincarnation is determined and cannot be changed.
Those in the world who can change reincarnation cannot surpass the number of slaps.
"The capital of Youdu is far away in the North Ming Dynasty. When the sun travels here, it sinks into the earth. It is dark in all directions, so it is called Youdu."
"Because they have always existed in the darkness, the people of darkness have similar abilities to you." The ghost woman said.
"It's not the same." The ghost woman shook her head again, "I also read about it elsewhere in the book, but I just can't remember it."
For the rest of his life, he did not ask any further questions. He felt that this ability was probably a "sequelae" caused by the soul traveling.
"You know a lot." Yu Sheng continued to pick out books.
"Of course." The ghost woman helped blow the dust away from the book, "I've almost memorized all the books here. What are you looking for?"
"Find some books on food lists." Yu Sheng decided to work hard.
The woman smiled ghostly, "It's really rare to find it. Fortunately, you met me, otherwise you would definitely not find it."
She floated in front and led Yu Sheng towards a corner.
"The only book in the library is this food list." She pointed to the thick book on the table leg.
She apologized: "The table is covered with books and I can't clean it."
Yu Sheng said it was okay. He took out the book and brushed off the dust, revealing the four big characters "Dahuang Food List" followed by the two small characters "Long Bo".
"It can't be that foodie, right?" Yu Sheng had a deep memory of City Lord Long Bo.
He hurriedly opened it and saw that it read: Anchovy has a very delicious taste, so you won't get bloated if you eat it; Flying fish and stingray have a sour and sweet taste, so you won't get crazy if you eat it.
When Yu Sheng closed the book, he was sure that Long Bo, who could write recipes for these strange beasts, must be the Lord of Long Bo City.
"Thank you." Yu Sheng nodded to the lady ghost and turned around to check out.
"Hey, don't we want to talk for a while?" The ghost woman followed him, reluctant to leave.
Yu Sheng actually remembered something. He turned to her and asked, "Do you know a long-haired ghost? He was a martial artist during his lifetime."
The ghost woman shook her head and said enthusiastically: "I'll help you find out."
They walked up to the shopkeeper and listened to him explaining the essentials of support to Zigao and the others with great interest.
"Shit, you will never attract ghosts if you listen to him." The ghost woman couldn't help but mock.
After seeing Yu Sheng's two books "Nine-Tailed Turtle" and "The Story of Cutting the Lamp" when she checked out, she looked at Yu Sheng with a strange look.
"Okay, kid, people have endless ambitions. These two books are quite classic. I have read them countless times." The woman said with a ghost smile.
It was difficult for Yu Sheng to speak, but he still nodded and smiled like a hero.
They were sent to the door by the ghost woman, but the shopkeeper and the waiter took the money and helped them away happily.
Before the woman ghost could finish her whisper, the man had been forced to move near the jibi.
"You're a big-headed ghost like you, if you don't know how to play, don't play." The woman ghost yelled, "You have to let me watch you play."
Sometimes ghosts are quite cute.
They miss this life and do not enter reincarnation, just because here is everything they love, hate, and can't live without.
Why did the ghost woman avoid reincarnation? Maybe it was because of books.
They had just taken a few steps when they had to stop again, because the painter and scholar was carrying a jug of wine, and the headless fly seemed to bump into the front of the donkey cart.
"Hey, we know each other, let's come and have a drink." The scholar raised his drunken eyes, pointed at them and said.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol hit his nose.
Yu Sheng couldn't help but lean back, "What's wrong with you, drinking so much?"
The scholar burped and said sadly: "The woman I like fell in love with another woman."
"Oh my God." This news was so shocking that I couldn't accept it for the rest of my life.
"Did I hear correctly?" he asked Ye Zigao.
Ye Zigao said to the scholar: "My condolences and by the way."
"How do you talk?" Yu Sheng pushed him, "This is the painting fairy, be careful when I paint you on the wall."
"I'm helping him pay homage to his relationship. You have to know that it's easy to steal a man's woman, but it's difficult to steal a woman's woman." Ye Zigao said clearly.
The painting fairy ignored them and continued to stagger forward.
For the rest of his life, he would remember his wandering mind and remind him: "Where are you going? Don't go wrong."
The painting fairy shook the wine jar and said, "As long as I'm drunk, I won't be able to lose my way."
This is probably a negative out of a positive, Yu Sheng sighed and urged Maomao to go on his way.
"Tell me, what kind of wine did Huaxian get drunk?" Bai Gaoxing asked curiously.