Slowly picking up the heavy animal skin, Jing Chong was very surprised, even if the animal died and left the animal skin, but after so many years of weathering, the corpse decomposed, and there was nothing left.

But this animal skin is so heavy, what is this?

Full of doubts and curiosity, he hurriedly offered his other hand, holding the animal skin in both hands, and then he crawled towards the entrance of the cave.

He had only moved half the distance before Jing Chong stopped, because the light was enough for him to see the full outline of the hide.

The so-called animal skin in his hand is indeed true, but it is not the fur left behind by an animal after death, but a thick and heavy animal skin book.

It is said to be a book, but Jing Chong is not sure, after all, this book is different from the books that have survived in the world, in his impression, only those noble tribal families are qualified to store books, and most of those books are made of bamboo slips, written with a brush, beautiful and moving words.

But it was the first time he had seen a strange book like this, folded together in pieces of animal skin, and then interspersed with hemp rope. Maybe it's because I'm lonely and unheard, and I haven't seen it at all.

At this point, he can only use such reasons to explain himself.

The animal skin book is very thick, more than three inches in size, and the fine animal skins have also been specially treated, not only very thin, but also silky and tough to the touch.

The top of the book cover has been yellowed due to the erosion of the damp environment for many years, but under Jing Chong's desperate tearing, he still failed to tear a corner of it.

Jing Chong did not do this intentionally to destroy the book and test his resilience, but he was too hungry and tried to satisfy his hunger with this animal skin, so he came to the conclusion that it was extremely tenacious.

After some efforts to no avail, Jing Chong was obviously disappointed, he thought he had got a lifesaver, but he didn't want to be just a thick collection of books, his knowledge was limited, and he was not interested in taking a second look.

Throwing it into the corner of the hole, he wanted to turn around and go back to his place to die.

But such an unintentional move once again set off a wave of excitement for him.

But when he saw that the yellowish animal skin book that had just been thrown out by it had just arrived at the entrance of the cave, it suddenly burst into a burst of red light as if it had come to life.

In fact, Jing Chong didn't notice that the red light disappeared after a week of circulation along the book cover.

Even so, such an astonishing change still made the insensitive Jing Chong jump suddenly.

The quaint book quietly landed in the moment the red light disappeared, and then it fell there silently and motionless, and there was no longer a trace of abnormality.

Looking at the brief changes at the entrance of the cave with a face full of fear, Jing Chong's brain had already become blank, his upper teeth hall hit the lower tooth hall with a bang, a pair of legs trembled for a moment, and he could no longer support himself and slumped on the ground, a pair of eyes were round, and the corners of his mouth twitched out a few words, "See... What the hell?"

After a long time, as his mind stabilized, Jing Chong gradually recovered his state, but the book that he was staring at with a pair of eyes no longer emitted red light like before, as if what he had seen and heard before was a dream, but it was so real and visible.

pinched his thigh fiercely, Jing Chong strengthened his courage, climbed his body and circled a lot, before he approached the beast book that was thrown far away.

Picking it up gently with trembling hands, he really looked at it.

The quaint animal skin book is composed of more than fifty animal skins, and the process of flashing red light just now has not caused any effect on it, if there is any change in it, I am afraid that the dust that was originally covered on it is gone.

On the heavy animal skin book, five eye-catching simple characters are deeply drawn on it, revealing a vigorous and powerful momentum, just these five words, let Jing Chongzi carefully and seriously look at the whole incense for a long time, when he realized and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this successfully came to a conclusion, that is, these five words, he didn't know any of them.

Such an embarrassing situation couldn't help but make Jing Chong twitch for a while, fortunately, there was no one around now, if there were really onlookers, he would definitely be touched by his pretentious appearance and didn't know how to pretend to understand.

But even so, Jing Chong still pretended to be calm and spoke, holding the scroll with one hand, and opening the first page with the other hand very connotatively.

The tadpole-like text on the first animal skin book was sprinkled all over the space, and Jing Chong, who only looked at it, had a dizzy head and a splitting headache, and he didn't know a word of the same conclusion.

In this way, he couldn't help but secretly wonder, what kind of collection of books is this? Whether it is the font or the penmanship, it is completely different from the words that have been circulated in the world, and even if he does not know a single word, even if he does not know a single word.

If he had to give an explanation, it would only be explained by one possibility, "It's not something in this world!"

As soon as these words came out, even Jing Chong himself almost gave himself a mouthful, this thing is obviously in front of him, how can it not be a thing of this world?

"Mo isn't it? Mo is not something of the ancients?"

Such an idea has a little connotation, and thinking of this, Jing Chong is also completely convinced.

"It seems that it must be, this book is at the bottom of this weedy pile, not to mention a thousand years, the wind and clouds have changed between thousands of years, I don't know the words on it, and there is nothing strange about it!"

As soon as he mentioned the ancients, Jing Chong's heart became inexplicably excited, in fact, to be honest, although he was just a rural boy, he was quite interested in the ancient things before, especially when his father was still alive, he often told him some things about the twelve tribes, and he always listened to them with relish and indulged in them.

But what my father said was just a legend after all, and a family like him didn't even have an antique plaything that could be used, so where had he seen anything that had been passed down for thousands of years?

Therefore, at this moment, he suddenly realized that the scroll in his hand was likely to be an antique left over from ancient times, and his heart suddenly became fanatical.

"It doesn't matter if it's a history book or a textbook, but it's the work of the ancients, and I can't let it be buried here!"

The inexplicable love in his heart made him feel compassion, and the headache just now quickly became a little dim.

The whole thing looked like he couldn't put it down, and Jing Chong opened the second page of the book again.

The second page of the scroll is no longer as boring as the first page, although there is no lack of quaint text in this page, but there are also several illustrations and drawings that fall into it, which immediately arouses Jing Chong's nerves.

The first painting is a big mountain, the mountain is overgrown with big trees, and the lush mountain forest is full of birds and flowers, and it is a fairyland on earth.

The second painting is still a big mountain, and there are still big trees on the mountain, but at this time it is a scene of birds and beasts flying in turmoil, and from the mountain overflows a flame of stars.

In the third painting, the flames rise, the flames are so fierce that they quickly flood the woods, and the lush fairyland turns into scorched earth, a scene of scarcity that is shocking, and the flames melt even the mountains, and finally converge into a sea of fire.

The fourth painting is completely detached from the previous one, and here is a vast ocean with no edge in sight, and mountain peaks rise from the disaster of the ocean, and the whole ocean is stranded in an instant.

The fifth picture is still a big mountain, and the mountain is covered with trees, but this time it is more comprehensive, and there is fire and water on one side of the mountain... It seems to reinterpret the previous four images......

It was as if reading a novel, but he couldn't help but sigh for a while, he blinked thoughtfully, and then looked up at the sky and muttered, "The wind is in its prime, fleeting, no matter how beautiful the fairyland on earth is, it can't escape the fire, but as the saying goes, the wildfire can't be burned, the spring breeze blows and is born, and all the passing also represents a new beginning, the rotation of all things, the cycle repeats, this is the law of nature!"

Thinking of this, the original dullness in his heart has weakened a little, yes, the life and death of a person, who can escape by ferry? The death of his parents is indeed sad, but it is also a new beginning.

The more Jing Chong thought about it, the more thorough his heart became, the sublimation of the spiritual world made him forget his hunger and pain, although he still knew nothing about this heavy book until this time, and he was ignorant, but he still indulged in it desperately, like a treasure.