The speaker has a heart, but the listener has no intention.

Xin Lin walked all the way, and he was playing his own little Jiujiu in his heart.

She also wants to find a powerful spiritual formula, after all, ordinary exercises, no matter how powerful they are, they can be better than the Ghost God Fist?

"Tsundere corpse, what are you looking for in the Spirit Arsenal?"

Xin Lin asked quietly.

"You'll know when you go in."

The ghost is not broken.

As he spoke, Xin Lin was already standing in front of the Spirit Arsenal.

To put it bluntly, the Lingwuku is a library in the modern sense, which is boxy and a five-story tower-like building.

It's just that this building, except for a door at the entrance, has no windows on all sides, and even the walls are copper and iron, which is said to be designed this way to prevent Youxiao from trying to sneak into the spiritual arsenal.

"I can only send it here, and there will be people from the Spirit Arsenal when I enter the door."

Captain Yang respectfully waited aside.

Xin Lin bowed his head and walked into the Spirit Arsenal.

As soon as he entered the Spirit Arsenal, he felt that it was dark in front of him.

The inside of the spiritual arsenal without doors and windows is very shady.

After a moment, Xin Lin's eyes adjusted to the light in the Spirit Arsenal.

Rows of tall and wide bookshelves appeared in front of her eyes.

"There is an order from the Holy Order, you can read the books on the first floor at will, and in other places, don't move around, lest you break something, and you can't afford to pay for it."

An old eunuch with a dry and flat appearance appeared, carrying a lantern in his hand, and in broad daylight, he looked gloomy and terrifying.

He squinted and glanced at Xin Lin.

The people who came to the Ling Arsenal were all relatives of the royal family, and no matter how bad they were, they were also high-ranking officials, and civilians like Xin Lin were dressed shabbyly, and the old eunuch looked down on them from the bottom of his heart.

The old eunuch said that, he didn't go away, stretched out his hand like dry wood, and shook it in front of Xin Lin.

Xin Lin didn't say anything for a while.

"Do you understand the rules?"

The old eunuch didn't have a good airway.

I've seen someone who is not sensible, but I have never seen someone so ignorant.

When you come to a place like the Spirit Arsenal, you must give some filial piety money.

But Xin Lin is not a "filial piety".

The old eunuch puffed up his anger, glared at Xin Lin angrily, and threw her a stick of incense.

"Give you a stick of incense time, and don't wait for it to be outdated."

With that, the old eunuch walked away with the lantern in a huff, muttering in his mouth.

"I don't know what to do, I deserve to be embarrassed by the queen."

Anyone who has been to the Lingwuku knows that the old eunuch of the Lingwuku is a greedy and cautious person.

He relied on himself to be a person who had served the first emperor, and his arrogance was very arrogant.

If he entered the spiritual arsenal, he had to give him the benefits of a hundred taels or a thousand taels.

After getting the money, the old eunuch would give the person who entered the warehouse a candle or a lantern, and the latter could look for suitable exercises and spiritual tips in the spiritual arsenal.

Xin Lin didn't know the rules, and offended Queen Feng again, so he only got a black incense.

The incense was curling, only the glow of the fireflies seemed to shine, and Xin Lin looked around.

The first layer of the spirit arsenal is divided into three or four inside and outside, in order to prevent thieves and fires, there are no open flames in the spirit arsenal, and there are no wall lights.

There is a large bookshelf in each entrance.

On the shelves, there are a number of books of uneven thickness, from high to low, and some animal skin rolls rolled into scrolls, stacked one by one.

Some bookshelves are much taller than an adult.

Xin Lin roughly estimated that there were at least thousands of books and animal skin scrolls in the first layer of the spirit arsenal.

It's a bit tricky now, and finding what the ghost wants is like looking for a needle in a haystack.