Humming a little song, Ling Ping'an walked among the bookshelves.

Keep moving forward, to the end, to the row of bookshelves against the wall.

Ling Ping'an brought a small stool, stepped on it, stood on tiptoe, and found a tome encapsulated in hard paper from the top of the bookshelf.

"Well......" He took the thick book off the shelf, blew the dust, and praised: "The old book is strong!" ”

This book, at least in the time of Ling Ping'an's grandfather, was already in this bookstore.

It hasn't been sold for so many years, of course, for a reason.

First of all, the first reason is that this book is extremely unfriendly to most people!

It is written in classical Chinese.

Secondly, the contents of this book are too obscure for most people.

Anyway, after Ling Ping'an watched it twice, he chose to give up.

Palace, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao......

Bamboo flute, lute, drummer......

Look at the head is big!

But......

"That guest, you're going to love it!" Ling Ping'an touched it and flicked the mark on the cover.

On the cover, an ancient small compilation is used, and its name is written "Han Palace Vocal Music".

As the name suggests, this is a niche collection published by an extremely niche publishing house.

What is introduced and displayed is the musical instruments and classical music theory of the Han Dynasty.

For petty bourgeoisie, such a niche book must be a rare collection!

So......

"I might be able to make some money!" The young bookstore owner, smiling, picked up the thick tome and walked back.

…………………………

Click......

Soft footsteps echoed across the floor.

Ripples radiate in all directions.

Song Shihui listened to this voice, and his sensitive sense of hearing made him feel as if he was in a strange and mysterious spider web, and there was no escape.

He looked back and saw the bookstore owner, slowly approaching.

In the misty skull, the fire gradually beats.

"Guest......" He walked to the front: "You have waited a long time......"

He stretched out his hand, and in his seemingly white and thin hand, a cyan book of tranquility had been handed over.

"This book, I like it and you'll love it!" He said in a tone that could not be denied.

Song Shihui stretched out his hand and took it carefully.

As soon as he touched the page, an inexplicable and strange sound sounded in Song Shihui's skin.

Suppressing his own notes all the time? For decades, day and night, with rhythm and music theory, the protection constructed? And even more so at this moment? Almost collapsed.

Palace, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao......

The notes are drifting.

A flute? Ringing in the ears.

Is that to humans can't hear? I can't distinguish the sound of the flute emitted by the ultrasound waves.

Messy, disorderly......

But vaguely? There is a truth in it.

The truth of music!

Just heard this flute sound, Song Shihui's six fingers? They all bounced up involuntarily.

Follow the rhythm of the flute? At a very fast speed, constantly clicking.

Is this his method of self-defense? Habits developed over the years.

Through this method, he can use the method of music rhythm to transform those on the Southern Zhou Continent? All kinds of strange curses, evil arts? Clean it all up!

However......

This time, the method didn't work.

Just a flute? Song Shihui's fingers? And he fell into a frenzied and frantic rapid tapping.

The notes in his body are constantly beating.

All the spiritual power has been mobilized to resist this flute sound.

Pity......

Even so, the speed and power of this flute still exceeded his limit.

Drops of cold sweat flowed from the corners of the forehead.

The temples bulged high.

My heart was pounding and beating harder and harder.

It was as if in a second, the heart was about to burst.

When his heart exploded, Song Shihui knew that he would be like a balloon, in this bookstore, with a bang, and turned into pieces.

"How?" In his ears, an easy-going voice sounded, and the sound of the flute disappeared without a trace in front of this sound.

It's as if it never existed.

Song Shihui raised his head and saw the two points of flowing fire, looking at him.

The old god, I don't know when, sat down on the sofa across from him.

He gently caressed the body of the cat goddess.

"Are you still satisfied with my book?"

Where did Song Shihui dare to say that he was not satisfied?

He didn't dare to listen to the flute anymore.

So, he immediately nodded: "Satisfied!" Satisfied! ”

For this reason, he even forcibly suppressed the boiling qi and blood in his heart and the uneasy fear in his soul, revealing a very happy look.

How dare he show that he is half unhappy?

Isn't that a shame on the face?

With this answer, the book in his hand instantly became quiet.

Where the skin touches the cover, the solid cover suddenly becomes soft, like water, like light.

Palace, sign, business, feather, horn......

Let's take a look......

Bouncing regularly.

Feeling this bounce, Song Shihui knew the name of the book.

"The Joy of Mourning".

That's what it's called.

At the same time, Song Shihui also understood the origin of the book.

It comes from a world that humans cannot glimpse, located in the gap between time and space.

A world made up of sounds.

The ultimate destination of all worlds, all musical geniuses and vocal masters.

Sgelho Bend!

The dimension of sound, the world of music.

And this book is a music of death composed by the master of that dimension, at the behest of his master.

Feel the message coming from the notes.

Song Shihui took a deep breath, and then he looked at the ancient god sitting on the sofa.

He had come to understand that this ancient god was the master of the world of sound.

"I don't know......" Song Shihui asked tremblingly: "This book, what price do I need to take away from you......"

He already understood.

I have to buy the book from here.

No matter what the cost, it must be bought!

It's not just the rules of the master, the old god.

It is also the requirement of the book in hand.

Of those notes, there is the most immediate threat.

If he can't hold the book......

Well, after he left this bookstore, he lost the protection of the bookstore owner.

will inevitably be chased by the flute I just heard, chasing souls for life!

The sound of the flute, can you take the initiative to chase the soul and ask for your life?

That sounds like an exaggeration.

But, Song Shihui knows that this is true!

If he can continue to break through, reach the next realm, and stand at the tipping point between man and God.

Then, he might be able to play a song, the sound of chasing souls and asking for his life!

…………………………………………

"The price?" Ling Ping'an listened to the words of the guest opposite, and he laughed.

"These petty bourgeoisie...... It's so much fun to even talk......"

He smiled and gently extended four fingers.

"Benefiting ......"

"Four hundred dollars!"

Undoubtedly, this is a fair price.

And......

Ling Ping'an felt that this guest was the one who could afford to pay the price.

Because......

Let's take a look at how people are dressed!

The clothes on the whole body are equivalent to writing three words on the forehead: not bad money!

To be honest, it is also the spirit of peace and kindness!

If you change to an unscrupulous boss, seize the weakness of these petty bourgeoisie, and shout a price of 1,000 yuan, maybe you can fool yourself!

But Ling Ping'an has always been honest in doing business.

He is a self-proclaimed gentleman, and he has always adhered to the peace of mind that money must be earned, but it must be earned.

Money, for him, is just the spice of life.

With it or not, it doesn't actually affect his life.

"Four hundred ......" Song Shihui took a deep breath.

He had learned something from Situ He's hints.

Therefore, he understands that in this bookstore, the price offered by the owner of the bookstore is actually quite arbitrary.

But there's one thing – the price He speaks of, in many cases, the generation refers to the soul.

Zhang Hui has tried it himself.

At the cost of seventy percent of the soul, a book was taken from here.

So, he slowly reached into his pocket.

In my ears, the voice of the ancient god was heard: "Guest...... Do you scan the QR code, or cash? ”

That voice, to Song Shihui's ears, was cold, evil, and distorted.

He looked up and saw the fire, spinning.

The color of the flame turned pale.

Song Shihui then knew that he wanted to be like Situ He, and it was not allowed to take other things to compensate.

Because......

Bookstore owner, not allowed!

Also because, he is not qualified enough!

Biting his lip, Song Shihui could only give up the decision to touch the treasure he brought.

He smiled wryly, took out his mobile phone, and said to the other party: "Then scan the code......"

After all, there is a price to pay.

In fact...... That's good, too!

At the very least, it can save the black guard a valuable expense.

At the same time, there can also be one more direction of verification.

Before coming, Song Shihui was actually ready to use his longevity or soul to offset the account!

…………………………

Ling Ping'an happily walked to the counter, and he was very happy to take out the QR code card from the counter.

"Guest, are you a supposer? Still is? He asked.

Song Shihui looked at the cards that were sent to him.

On this card, two deep vortices of terror are spinning.

In my ears, a whisper sounded.

He understood, one of the two vortices was a Shouyuan deduction, and the other was a soul deduction.

In the whisper, he knew that if the Shouyuan was deducted, I was afraid that at the moment of payment, his Shouyuan would be deducted!

So, he really has only one choice.

He took a deep breath, opened his phone, and swept it at the soul vortex.

A drip.

Song Shihui felt that there seemed to be something more in his three souls and seven spirits.

Immediately, the feeling disappeared without a trace.

And at this moment, he finally knew the reason.

The owner of the bookstore......

This terrifying old god has taken a fancy to his musical talent.

When he dies, the spirit comes to this bookstore.

Be one of the countless invisible musicians in this bookstore who serve Him and play a lullaby for Him.

His three souls and seven souls, for this book, were deducted ninety percent.

After taking a deep breath, Song Shihui smiled bitterly: "At least, I still have the power to dominate myself while I am alive!" ”

"And ......"

He understood......

"This is a deterrent ......"

"It's also a kind of protection!"

This transaction, it seems, is that he has pledged his soul, and after his death, he will become a member of the orchestra of the old gods.

Loss of all freedom and autonomy.

But on the other hand......

This is actually the wrist of this tsundere ancient god.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Shihui will know.

Would an ancient god of such a person really care about someone like him?

At the moment when the contract was signed, Song Shihui could feel that the number of invisible musicians was ...... Too many to count!

Moreover, each one is countless times stronger than him.

So...... This contract was not so much used by the ancient god to enslave him, but rather to manipulate him.

It's telling him — you, it's okay...... Let's see how it goes......

On the other hand, it's also a form of protection.

It could even be said to be a gift!

It seems incredible.

But as long as you substitute the other party's thinking mode, you can taste a little bit.

Just like the ancient kings, the way they expressed their importance to their ministers.

They generally don't adopt the methods recorded in the history books: undressing, pushing and eating.

More often, when the emperors are enveloping the ministers, they will give surnames and names.

The emperors of certain slave societies are even more fond of giving people the honor of 'my slave'.

Modern people can't understand it and will think it's a shame.

However, at that time, he wanted to be the slave, son, and retainer of the emperor?

Ordinary people really don't have this qualification!

And this old god, from His point of view.

Today's transaction, maybe he will still feel his kindness and love.

You see......

I'm willing to let you serve me......

Why don't you kowtow and thank you?

And that's not all!

Song Shihui savored the faint imprint in his soul.

He knew that this was his talisman.

Once he didn't do it well enough, the old god's mind would fall apart as soon as his thoughts moved.

But, at the same time, it is also his talisman!

With its existence, in a sense, those gods who are lower than this one don't even have the courage to strike at him!

Because, in a sense, to shoot at him is to shoot at this ancient god.

Thinking of this, Song Shihui put away his mobile phone.

He planned to talk to Zhang He after he went back.

Pick up the book in your hand and take the cup of tea again.

Song Shihui looked at the ancient god, thought for a while, and finally said his request: "Your Excellency, I wonder if you can lend me a flashlight?" ”

Ling Ping'an put away the QR code.

He was very happy, and without hesitation, he took out a brand-new flashlight from the drawer and handed it to the guest.

After thinking about it, he felt that such a guest should be well wooed, and strive to give him the opportunity to come back to consume, or recommend a few friends to consume.

So, from the drawer, he picked up a few imitation half-taels that the guest had mortgaged here last time.

"Guest......" He weighed the coins in his hand and stuffed them into the other party's hand: "These gadgets, it's useless for me to keep them, so I'll give them to you!" ”

Song Shihui looked at the flashlight that was sent and the coins that were haunting with powerful spiritual energy.

He swallowed.

He remembered......

Among the black-clad guards, there is one such coin.

Just one of these coins has enough power to power an entire city for a day!

Countless psionists have called it 'metaphysical nuclear fusion'.

At a time when the practical application of nuclear fusion technology is far away, the psionics of the Black Guard see this coin as their hope for the future.

It's just a pity......

The black-clad guard only got one!

I can only test it carefully, and I don't dare to dismantle and study it violently at all!

And now......

He sent ...... again

And there are six of them!

Add in the one coin you already have, and that's seven!

Seven ......

A flash of inspiration flashed in Song Shihui's mind.

Seven pieces are exactly the basic needs of a certain psionic scholar.

Two brute force attacks, analyzing their internal structure.

Two for reference.

The two should be compared.

One remains, as a backup.

In other words......

He wants to tell us that you are right!

But...... What was His purpose in doing this?

Song Shihui felt that his brain was a little messy.

He couldn't figure out what the purpose of this ancient god was?

He looked at the other party, and the fire in his eye socket rose to the mirror.

So, he put the coins away, and then bowed deeply to the other party, and thanked: "Thank you, Your Excellency! ”

"You're welcome!" He whispered, then pulled open the glass door: "Guest...... This fog is a bit big, you go slowly! ”

Song Shihui nodded.

He put away his book, took his teacup, turned on his flashlight, and walked out the door.

The light of the flashlight shone in the fog, and the road ahead suddenly opened up, and there was no hindrance!