"It's not this, it's a little bit higher, it's very old. Also, don't shake the ashes off the book and choke me to death. ”

"If you don't come up and pick up a cat yourself, what's the use of holding on to a ladder?"

"Who says cats are going to fly off walls? The 'Bala' of the Zhou Dynasty still wants to worship me. The black cat said lazily.

Amy looked at her with disdain and said, "They also sacrifice ditches and bugs, do you want to be it?" ”

"I don't care, now that they're not here, I'm going to centralize the society at the beginning of the month, hurry up and find it."

"Then you'll tell me the title of the book."

Changle covered his mouth with his paw and yawned.

"I don't have a good memory, I only remember that it's a copy, come on."

"Oh, is that it?"

Amy disgustedly picked up the corner of a dusty ancient book and handed it to Changle.

Changle raised his head and glanced at it.

"No, keep looking." He lowered his head again.

Amy, who was standing on the mobile ladder, had a sad face. Since seven o'clock in the morning, after calling Lu Chang, Changle has happily pulled her here to work as a coolie. They were on the top floor of the school's old library, with old-fashioned red lacquered wood bookshelves densely packed, and the bookshelves against the wall were even three people high, all blocked by glass windows. The old-fashioned windows on both sides were locked with hooks and bolts, and the room was filled with dust and the smell of mildew. This is generally a repository of precious materials and rare books within the school, and it has always been not borrowed from the outside world, and only professors from the School of Humanities, History and Philosophy will make an appointment to visit from time to time.

"Come on, come on, female doctor, female principal, female vice president." When Changle went out, he took a Doraemon comic book and hid it on his body, and he was reading it with relish at this time.

"You say it's all cats, why does he have dorayaki and rice cakes to eat every day, and I only have milk and buckwheat bread." Changle's face was full of envy, "Why don't we eat salmon tonight." ”

"If you chirp again, you will eat pork knuckle for a week." Amy hatefully pulled the book out of the shelf, flipped through a few pages, and slammed it shut, shaking the air with dust.

Changle, who was standing under the ladder, sneezed fiercely.

"Don't shake the dust off!" She rubbed her nose and grumbled angrily.

The moment she looked up and spoke, Changle suddenly felt that she saw something very familiar, and immediately went back to stare at it in rows, trying to find the book that had caught her attention just now.

"Ah, this and this, "Chinese Book Copy."

She tugged at the hem of Amy's skirt and pointed to the highest level of the bookcase not far away.

Amy's face was haggard.

"You didn't cut your nails, can you let go, this dress was brought back from Australia, auntie."

"Hahaha." Sneering, Changle let go of the tightly grasped skirt.

Amy walked backwards down the ladder to the ground, and slowly pushed the ladder under the bookshelf that Changle was referring to.

"Which one?" She asked Changle angrily.

"That book, the original text written by Emperor Sima Pi of the Jin Dynasty, this is a facsimile."

"What are you doing with a copy of calligraphy?"

Muttering, Amy stepped up the ladder in three steps and two steps, reached out and pulled out the book, turned around, bent down, threw it into Changle's arms, and then jumped down from the ladder.

"The skirt is blooming." Changle, who was smashed and covered in dust, fought back.

"Modern women in the new era wear safety pants, auntie."

"The little girl surnamed Lin, don't always verbally emphasize that I'm old, but I don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all."

"Look at your facsimile."

Changle sat on the canvas bag that Amy was carrying, opened the facsimile of the "Chinese Book Post", and intently rummaged through the lines line by line.

Amy closed her eyes as well and rested against the bookshelf. She was still a little worried about Changle's decision. The Moon Club is not a charitable organization, and the presidents over the years have waged many organizational wars to compete for another immortal stone, and I am afraid I can't count them. What's more, Changle can live until now, and it is inseparable from that half of the stone, once it is forcibly destroyed, it may be difficult to guarantee her own life.

"It turns out that Sima Pi ate this, I thought it was because the medicine was too strong to make up for it."

After quietly flipping through the book for a while, Changle put down the book and sighed.

"At that time, the alchemists could refine anything, except for heavy metal balls."

"After all, the real Fangshi were all killed by Lao Qin's book burning and Confucianism, and the "Book of Songs" and "Book of Songs" were almost gone."

"So what did you find?"

"I've found a way to destroy the Immortal Stone. The fake one eats very diligently, but the real guy is smashed in half, what a pig brain. ”

"That's when the Moon Society made a feud with the Sword and Axe Group?"

"No, Liangzi was formed at that time." Changle pointed to a small line of words in the book spread out on the ground, and muttered, "Half of it stays in the Sima clan, and the other half flows into the hands of the Murong Department." ”

"Sima? Didn't Sima Yi, the abolished emperor of the Jin Dynasty, say that he had any sexual diseases? and did not take that half a stone. ”

"Because he's only half a piece." Changle sighed. "That's the price of longevity."

"Huh?! So you and the president..."Amy snapped.

"Well, it's not just us. Therefore, the presidents and kings of the past dynasties have been endless. ”

"Someone from the Sima family has also been the president?"

"Where, the president bought it from the Sima family." Changle waved his hand and continued to point to the book, "The book says that the broken stone with the Sword of Slaughter is divided into two halves, half of which is blue-green and half is cinnabar-colored. Oh, it's just a knife that needs to see blood, I see. ”

"Where can I find this?"

"It's simple, just find a museum to borrow a knife, such as the Yue Wang Goujian sword, I think it's good."

Amy gave her a blank look.

"You should be a cabbage, and you will borrow it when you say it. I have more questions for you. ”

"Just ask." Changle hummed a little tune, shook his two little short legs, and looked down at the copy.

"If the stone is gone, you'll die too."

"Maybe."

"Why aren't you worried at all? Before the president left, you were asked to take over the position, and you have not been willing to take the position. If you leave again, won't the society be disbanded at the beginning of the month? ”

Changle's face was nonchalant. "Isn't there still you! Ah Mao's body, I couldn't stay for long. How to say it, death, life, life. It has the night and the day. ”

"But we all ......"

"Okay, maybe I won't die, let's go, it's time to dig that precious stone." Changle interrupted Amy's words, stood up, and patted the ash on his buttocks.

"Let me finish. Whether it's for the Moon Society or for us, whether emotionally or intellectually, you can't die now. ”

"There will be war in the new king, you know. If you don't smash the stones, let's finish playing together? I couldn't beat it more than three years ago, and now it's much worse than then. ”

"That's because Wu Chen attacked first."

"I don't care, anyway, I want you to be well. Especially Candle, I don't have to worry about that little fool. ”

The jet-black vines burst out of the ground in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped Changle to death. The cyan flower bones opened one by one, and the petals fluttered up and down in the air, like a cyan tomb.

"I'll wait for you in the car."

Changle disappeared into the vines. The celadon flowers close, and the vines slowly retract into the ground.

"Don't you just want to end the topic, as for such a big move, even mustard seeds are used, and I have to explain to the property department if the floor tiles are broken..."

Amy stomped her foot in anger and headed downstairs.

Changle sat quietly in the co-pilot. The morning sun shines through the glass, warmly. The campus in October was so vibrant, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers was as mellow as old wine, and the students who came and went around were full of vigor and youth, which reminded her of the days when she was sent to study abroad.

She recalls the first time she met the man. Because of a friend's introduction, she said that she was a young master from a scholarly family, and she disliked it for several days, and even pushed it again and again on the day of meeting. But the first time he saw him, Changle knew that he was his person. Although he is not chic, not handsome, or even full of books, he is so calm and profound. They met in a foreign country, fell in love, returned to China together, and joined the Moon Club together... Adopt a forest candle together. So many years have passed, but only himself and the candle are left, and the man has disappeared.

If they can live, who wants to die?

Changle smiled self-deprecatingly, she had long known that Amy would disagree.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have pulled that kid into the gang." Changle remembered Lu Chang, "That stupid child, where can he live in the spirit world." ”

I don't know how the candles are doing, are they still having fun?

The perception from the spirit rune seems that Lu Chang's kid fell asleep again, didn't he sleep early last night? I can really sleep.

"Lu Chang!" Bai Xiao shook Lu Chang's shoulder desperately, "Wake up!" ”

Lu Chang, who was lying on the ground, closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless, and blood slowly trickled down the corners of his mouth. There were already staff members in the corridor who were attracted by the gunshots, and when Tang Chen saw this, he quickly pulled the police officers aside and tried to explain the situation at the scene.

"He's dead." Lin Zhu knelt beside him and said silently, "It doesn't matter if this world is real or not, he is dead here." ”

"You still say?!" Bai Xiao roared at her, "Don't you have a little feeling?" ”

Candle bowed her head and was speechless, clutching the folding knife in her hand tightly.

Now is the time for her to make a choice.

Lu Chang's sacrifice was completely outside her plans. No matter what, Lu Chang should be by Bai Xiao's side. Besides, you have a way to prove your guess. Once she can really wake up from the dream, she can immediately find Tang Chen in the guardhouse and paste a note on his body, which can theoretically pass on her current situation. But now that Lu Chang is dead, do you want to risk yourself again? If you are wrong in your judgment, if you also prove to be a failure, if this is not a dream in itself, Tang Chen, can you trust it?

Candle is in a dilemma. It was as if a demon was gnawing at her flesh and tearing her at the bottom of her chest, but she couldn't make a sound in pain.

It's really sad.

She suddenly felt some itching on her face, and wiped it with the back of her hand, and it was moist.

When did I cry?