After a casual glance, Xiao Yu found that the books in this column were all books on poison and reagents.

Xiao Yu's heart couldn't help but be shocked again:

In this Zhongdi Academy, the entire poison major, except for himself, is the head of Shi Taoshi. Who is so zealous to study these things in private, which many people here despise? It's a bit puzzling.

I looked around on all sides again, but I couldn't find any special traces of anyone.

Xiao Yu could only stretch out his hand, and subconsciously, pulled out the small book closest to the thick book.

After a simple flip, Xiao Yu was pleasantly surprised to find that it may be because of the simplified version, and the handwriting on this small thin book is not so obscure. It's just a matter of guessing, and the general meaning of the description in the book is not very difficult to guess.

What is recorded in this book is actually the recipe and method of various poison potions.

In the end, it was the formula of the restorative that Xiao Yu had originally wanted to find.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel ecstatic again.

Well, it is said that there is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

In other words, didn't I come here to find such a little book?

Could it be that the mysterious guy just now is also interested in this?

Leave him alone.

Xiao Yu turned the pages of the book, and some eagerly memorized the restorer formula on it.

It is estimated that it is impossible to bring out the ancient books here.

Therefore, Xiao Yu, an honest child, could only use all his wisdom, thinking that he would memorize all the formulas of the potion in a short period of time.

However, memory, when it is usually idle, is often barely enough and acceptable.

When it comes to using it seriously, it looks like a stubborn old lady and is very impersonal.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who is embarrassed, is exactly like this.

Reluctantly closing the book, Xiao Yu felt that he suddenly forgot that in the formula of this restorer, in the end, it should be a few dollars of winter ivy and a few points of Houttuynia cordata.

You can't be mistaken about this dose.

Xiao Yu, who was helpless, could only open the thin book again and continue to study carefully.

After tossing like this for a long time, Xiao Yu felt that he still couldn't remember it.

At this time, I hated it deeply, because Mao didn't have a mobile phone that he used to carry in his previous life, so he took a photo directly, and when he went back, he didn't have to work so hard.

It's just that it seems that you can also borrow a piece of paper and copy this recipe back, right?

Xiao Yu held the thin book helplessly, thinking about finding someone to ask for help.

After wandering around the bookshelves for a long time, Xiao Yu never met anyone.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but have a little doubt.

Such a big library, for Mao today, is there no one?

Is it for whom, is it a small-scale clearance?

However, when I first came by myself, I didn't seem to have any special explanations other than time constraints.

It's weird.

After wandering around there for a long time full of doubts, Xiao Yu finally found a secretariat.

In other words, this place, in this, probably, should also be similar to the kind of service desk in the previous life, right?

However, what is deeply strange is that in that secretariat, the front of the desk is still empty, and there is still no one.

It shouldn't be!