The sea was filled with mist, but it did not drift to the deck of the ship. Next to a mast, a pile of wooden barrels shone with the precious brilliance of various things.
Gu Jun looked at the bucket of books and scrolls, feeling a strong desire to get them in his heart.
"Hey Xianjun..." Wu Shiyu called him. Only the speaker who is willing to listen can understand, right? She controlled her mind and asked in a low voice: "Can we try to knock this old man unconscious and then snatch him away?"
All these things and this boat?”
"I think so too." Gu Jun shook his head and smiled, "But I think we'd better not try this easily."
The gray-bearded old man's expression did not change, and he didn't know if he heard their secret discussion.
But the old man is responsible for receiving tourists from all over the world. They won't be the first time. Maybe something like this has happened before.
Gu Jun looked at the half-opened cabin door. Could it be that the people who were locked down there and screamed were those who had tried this?
"Well." Wu Shiyu looked at it if he felt something, "Okay... now is the time to be cowardly."
"We need spell books." Gu Jun said, "This is what we need most. Not only for this mission, but also for the bureau. All of us who want to do good things need it." Wu Shiyu nodded.
: "It's okay. Usually there are gifts when you buy something. Buying books and getting delicious food is very reasonable."
He couldn't guarantee this. Gu Jun said seriously: "Old sir, we want spell books that can help us understand the spells, learn the spells, and have the power to defeat the enemy. It is best for the books to be written by people we can understand.
language, and...the less sacrifices made when using spells, the better.”
"There is a book like the one you want right here." The gray-bearded old man still answered quickly.
The two watched as the old man stretched out his wrinkled and withered right hand and took out a book from the wooden barrel filled with scrolls and papers. It was about as thick as a finger. The paper was old and yellowed, and there was something mysterious on the cover.
Weird patterns and some ancient words...
"That's an oracle bone inscription." Wu Shiyu recognized it immediately. She was a staff member of the Antiquities Department of Shenhai City. "Xuan? That one seems to be the character Xuan."
Although Gu Jun didn't have much archaeological knowledge, he could still recognize the oracle bone inscriptions, but he didn't know its meaning.
Oracle bone inscriptions? It seems that the writing time of this curse book can be traced back to the pre-Qin era, the beginning of their ethnic group's civilization.
Now he is no longer surprised by this. Human beings have been in contact with these mysterious things since they were savages, and ancient civilizations are no exception.
"You can call it..."The Seven Secrets of the Earth"." The gray-bearded old man said calmly, "Because this is a manuscript. It was originally seven scriptures, and its location is not known... This manuscript
It can satisfy your request just now, especially when you are in this world."
Gu Jun's heart was beating fast, "The Seven Secrets of the Earth"?
This old man seems to be able to read his mind. If it is a curse book from a different world, it may only be suitable for him to learn and use, but if it is a secret book studied by the ancestors of their tribe, it will also be suitable for Wu Shiyu and the entire Tianji.
Bureau.
He once thought that there was no magic in the native world, but it seems that it still exists, but it has not developed like the Yiwen people. The reason is not known. Is it lost or something?
In any case, he really wants this curse book.
"Does this book contain spells that we can learn now?" Gu Jun still calmly treated it first.
"Any spell book needs to be studied." Old Man Gray Hu said, "Everyone's gains from the same book will be different."
Wu Shiyu opened his eyes wide and had other concerns: "Old sir, we want this book, do you have anything to give as a gift?"
This time the gray-bearded old man didn't answer so quickly. He paused and then said: "I can give each of you a weapon, a set of clothes, a piece of sundries, and a piece of food. Your clothes shouldn't exist here.
It’s the boat that protects them, but they will dissipate once they get off the boat.”
"Oh..." Wu Shiyu rolled his eyes and looked at the sky, wondering what he felt because of these words.
"Old sir." Gu Jun didn't know what the other party wanted, so he was ready to test it step by step, "How about our medical kit for you?" It did not include the three Kalop instruments.
"I want it to be useless." The gray-bearded old man said without thinking.
Gu Jun's heart sank. These Carlop instruments were very important to him and could stabilize his mind, but there was nothing he could do now. "What about these dissecting forceps?"
"No, I don't want these." The old man said again.
Gu Jun thought for a while, "I have some diaries and letters in my mind, is that okay?" The old man still said no, and Gu Jun said again: "There is a dark consciousness in my body, what about that?" The old man said: "No.
, I'm not interested." Gu Jun was a little helpless, "I have a tumor on my brain stem, is that okay?"
"Ah?" Wu Shiyu only knew this now, and frowned in surprise, "Really?"
"Really, but the situation is very stable." Gu Jun nodded and said. Wu Shiyu still sighed silently.
"No, I don't want these." said the old man.
"Old sir, why don't you tell us directly if we have anything we can give you?" he had to say.
"You can..." the gray-bearded old man said slowly, "Give me your sweet dream."
Neither of them understood, and the old man added: "Dreaming is a kind of ability, and beautiful dreams are even more so... Nightmares are powerful, and beautiful dreams are also powerful. But everyone's beautiful dreams are limited, and losing these beautiful dreams...
...and lose the ability to dream. People whose dreams are taken away will also be called by dreams..."
"You mean." Gu Jun vaguely understood, "A person who has lost his dream will be summoned by the dreamer and go away?"
Just like nightmare disease? Are all the patients' dreams taken away? Will they continue to experience the same nightmare?
The gray-bearded old man did not speak, as if he had revealed enough just now.
"Then we gave you the sweet dream, will it have any impact on the present?" Gu Jun asked another question. He still has to complete this task, and he must complete it.
"It won't affect your actions for a period of time." The gray bearded old man said, "Just give me a hundred sweet dreams."
Gu Jun was silent, thinking about a hundred beautiful dreams. From childhood to adulthood, has he really had so many beautiful dreams for twenty-one years?
Never mind, as long as it doesn't affect the present. He had an idea, took a deep breath, and said seriously to Wu Shiyu: "Shiyu, let me take care of everything."
"I knew you would say that." Wu Shiyu was not surprised.
"Listen to me first!" Gu Jun said more seriously, "I won't live long." Even though the physical tumor is fine, there is a mental tumor, "It's more suitable for me. We can't be two people."
They are all in an abnormal state, and there must be one person who is normal and has a chance to go back with results... You are more suitable than me."
He had a premonition that when he got to the desert island, he would use spells to deal with the spells, and his mental erosion would only get higher and higher.
Maybe that's why there are two boarding locations.
"But I think it's better for me to do it." Wu Shiyu looked at him with a rare serious look on his face, "Because if anyone among us can go back, it must be you. I have nothing else.
, it’s good to do this kind of consumption.”
"Oh, it's not delicious. Why are you arguing with me?" Gu Jun stopped talking to her and said loudly: "Old sir, I will give you all a hundred beautiful dreams!"
Wu Shiyu said urgently, "Hey!"
"Okay." The gray-bearded old man nodded lightly, "Your sweet dream is more valuable."
The old man immediately stretched out his right hand and slapped Gu Jun's head. Gu Jun was immediately overwhelmed by a bursting headache. It was like the pain and fear caused by a thousand nightmares poured into his head in an instant. He couldn't help but burst out loud.
Scream in pain!
"Hey..." Wu Shiyu saw in shock that a liquid spiritual silver thread was pulled out of Gu Jun's head. The silver thread shone with a warm and brilliant brilliance, like the brilliance of a beautiful dream.
At this moment, Gu Jun can no longer feel the surroundings, as if his soul is being blackened, those joys of childhood, every moment of joy...
Replaced by pain, replaced by pain...
It was also at this time that he understood Langton, the Son of Iron, more. For the sake of a greater meaning, he would give his all... Sacrifice is inevitable!
Some scenes and pictures suddenly boiled up from the bottom of his heart, resisting the strange force coming from the outside world, which was the power of Langton's bright side.
"Your sweet dream..." The gray-bearded old man was slightly surprised, and for the first time there was an expression on his weird old face, "Well, your power!?"