After returning to his room after dinner, Cui Can couldn't wait to ask Shuling again how to save Ziling. She had always been very puzzled about her rebirth, although she didn't trust the book spirit very much, but after listening to its narration, she firmly believed in its words in her heart. Otherwise, what else do you have to worry about?

And the word spirit, the existence that she has never seen or heard of, has become a responsibility in her heart. So as long as she can help, she can revive it because of her own efforts, she is duty-bound.

The book spirit didn't let her wait long this time, and said faintly: "You use your own blood to paint the plum blossom in the corner of this calligraphy and painting, as long as this plum blossom is in full bloom, even if you have this calligraphy and painting, and the word spirit will awaken in the long river of time." As for when, I don't know, I don't know if you can see it. ”

Cui Can didn't expect it to be like this, and she was still looking forward to whether she could meet Zi Ling. But after listening to Shuling's words, she knew that she had no hope. However, she is still very optimistic about being able to wake up the word spirit. Carefully looking for calligraphy and painting, after looking for a while, I finally saw a plum blossom in the corner of the calligraphy and painting, a very small, as if the plum blossom was still brewing. If it weren't for the book spirit's reminder, it would have been really hard for her to find out.

He took the pencil sharpener knife in his room, wiped it carefully, and made a gesture on his fingers. Looking at the two scars on his hands because of his naughtiness when he was a child, I couldn't bear to add a burden to my hands. Especially when I think of other little girls stretching out delicate and white hands, and my own, although they are also delicate and fair, they are not as delicate as they are, and they have more scars, and they are always a little lost.

In the end, she hesitated for a long time and made a small cut on the tip of her finger, hoping that there would be no scar. For her expectation, Shu Ling scoffed.

"How can this wound be scarred? And what do I do? Isn't it just a secret recipe for scarring? Don't you know it's a piece of cake for me? ”

Although Cui Can was very happy with Shuling's answer, he looked at the blood that had come out, and quickly smeared the plum blossom that was not obvious in the corner of the calligraphy and painting while maintaining the principle of not wasting it. In her imagination, such a small plum blossom, as long as a little blood is enough, but as her own blood fell, the plum blossom became clear, and she watched it grow up, but her own blood was stretched into a mouth, and it was constantly sucked up, so that Cui Can, as the owner of these bloods, obviously felt the loss of his blood. It's just a small wound, there are no blood vessels, but you can feel the loss, how much flow is this?

Although she didn't look in the mirror, Cui Can felt that her face must be very pale, otherwise she wouldn't feel dizzy or chills, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Just when the slightest fear rose in her heart, the plum blossom finally bloomed, very large, very gorgeous, like a plum blossom blooming on the branches in the snow, if you feel it carefully, it seems to have a few wisps of fragrance. And her fingers were spread out, and her blood was no longer needed.

Cui Can breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, his blood loss was not very serious, and his healthy body could still bear it.

After the plum blossoms bloomed one after another, the fragrance in the room became more and more intense, as if you were really in the middle of a plum forest. Although Cui Can's body is a little weak, he is in a good mood, he can help the spirit of the word to wake up, and he can also see the magic of this calligraphy and painting, but the gain is greater than the effort.

When the plum blossoms are in full bloom, the calligraphy and painting are gradually shrinking, that is, shrinking, shrinking proportionally. The paper turned out to be a transparent color, and the notes seemed to fade.

"Shuling, what's going on?" Cui Can's voice was a little panicked, she didn't want to lose the spirit of the word, even if she wouldn't see it and hear it in her lifetime, but she didn't want to lose this existence, this hope.

Shu Ling sighed, "Don't worry, she's just changed to another existence, a more advanced existence than me. ”

Cui Can's mind was full of doubts, but he trusted Shuling's words very much, and his eyes stared at the calligraphy and painting without blinking. Soon, the calligraphy and painting became only visible to the plum blossom, and the fragrance of the plum blossom became stronger and stronger, making Cui Can worry that its fragrance would be spilled out and let the people in the other rooms smell it. She was afraid that she would not be able to explain the origin of these scents, but the book spirit's answer made her feel relaxed. It turns out that these aromas also exist in their own consciousness, only they can smell it, and others will not smell it.

When there was only one plum blossom left in Cui Can's sight, it changed again, it turned out to be a failure, the petals were wilted, the color was much lighter, and its size became smaller and lighter at a speed visible to the naked eye. finally disappeared into the air, and the aroma in Cui Can's consciousness also faded and disappeared, and finally Cui Can's eyes were only transparent. As if the calligraphy and painting never existed, the plum blossom was imagined by itself.

Just when she felt lost, the book spirit spoke again. On this day, it said too much, and it consumed too much spiritual power, so at this moment, its voice was very low, and its confidence was insufficient, but it was still clear.

"Imagine that calligraphy and painting."

Cui Can followed its prompts, imagining the calligraphy and painting he saw, the calligraphy and painting that disappeared. As soon as the calligraphy and painting appeared in his mind, Cui Can felt that his consciousness was sucked into a very empty place, which was gray and empty. And she can only feel such a existence, but she has no idea what it is? How it exists.

Shuling sighed and told Cui Can: "This is the body of that calligraphy and painting, and it is a storage space. You can put a lot of precious things in it, don't be afraid of fire or anything, and it will follow you for a lifetime, until you disappear into this world, it will show the appearance of calligraphy and painting, waiting for the next owner. ”

Cui Can no longer knows what expression or words he used to answer, what's going on? How is it getting more and more magical? It seems that his luck has been good since he was reborn, and he can be lucky in everything. But everything in front of her has exceeded her cognition, how can it be an urban romance text, but suddenly it has become a fairy tale? This style is changing too quickly, isn't it?

For Cui Can's cranky thoughts, Shuling was very scoffing. "Don't dream, you're still you, just one more baby. This way you can put a lot of stuff in it and take it out whenever you need it, whenever you want. ”

"How do you put it?" Cui Can was really curious.

"I picked it up and thought it would be fine." Shu Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, and Cui Can regretted his impatience a little.

"Rest, what's the matter I'm asking you tomorrow?"

"No, if you want to know something, say it quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to speak for a while." Although the voice of the book spirit was weak, it was very firm.

Cui Can remembered the spirit of the word, and felt a little panicked. "Shuling, am I going to lose you? What did you just do? Why are you like this? ”

"I'm running out of time, are you sure you want to waste it on something like this?" The voice of the book spirit is still the same, but you can feel its happiness, and the people who are cared for are really happy. So it was better to tell her the truth, "I'm just tired and need to rest, and after a while, I will naturally appear." ”

Cui Can breathed a sigh of relief, although she was not very dependent on the existence of the book spirit, but after knowing the relationship between herself and them, she actually developed feelings for it, although the time was very short, but it was enough to make her reluctant to give up on it.

"Can I put your body in there?" Cui Can only cared about the very dilapidated book, and she was afraid that she would let the book spirit disappear into this world again if she was negligent for a while.

The book was inspired by Cui Can's worries, and he was also happy that Cui Can was worried about himself. "No, I can't put it in there, or I'll merge with it, and part of my function and its function will be gone."

"What do you do?" The word spirit can be stored here, what can the book spirit do? Cui Can really doesn't know very well.

The book inspired to be speechless, and she still doesn't know her function for so long?

"I'm sorry, I really don't know." Cui Can's words were cautious, she was also ashamed of her ignorance, especially the anger of the book spirit, and she was even more weak-hearted.

"Hey, forget it, I'll popularize it for you." The book spirit was very helpless, its spiritual power was running out, but if it wanted to say such a simple thing, it was really speechless.

"As long as you see a book, whether you know it by heart or not, I can copy it into my body. In this way, when you need it, the content of these books will appear in your mind, and this knowledge will also belong to you. So if you want to be a scholar, just go to a place where there are many books, turn through each book, and you will be able to have the knowledge in these books. What do you think of my role? The most important thing is that I can still know antiquities, you can not only learn the knowledge of these antiquities, but also exchange money, what do you say about my function? Will you make it go away? I'm nearly 10,000 years old, and I have more books in my body than all the libraries in the world. Do you say you're willing to let me disappear some of my features? ”

Regarding its strength, Cui Can could only acquiesce, "But I always feel that your body is too fragile, and I am afraid that it will be damaged." ”

Shu Ling was very heartwarming to Cui Can's answer, "I'll tell you this question later, now I'm going to rest." As the voice became quieter and quieter, Cui Can couldn't hear the voice of the book spirit.

Cui Can still found it hard to believe the things he knew. How could I be so lucky to encounter such a miraculous thing?