In front of the stall, there were many onlookers, picking up books and flipping through them casually, choosing their favorite publications.

The stall owner was an old man in a gray linen robe, the old man looked to be about sixty years old, his face had grooves carved by the years, his dark and thin skin showed the vicissitudes of life, and a pair of cloudy glasses flashed from time to time, as if he could see through everything.

At this time, the old man was chatting and haggling with the guests on the side of the road.

"I said uncle, I bought this book for eight yuan, you see that the book cover is broken, and you can give you a lot of eight yuan, and you can't sell it if you put it here, right?" One student said.

"Well, young man, I have also wasted your saliva for a long time, and I have cut it from twenty to eight pieces, just rely on your strength, uncle, I will take it, eight yuan will be eight yuan." The old man said helplessly.

"Cough, uncle, don't be aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law, I'm afraid the price of this book is only five or six yuan, give you eight yuan, a lot." The student said with a smile that he had liked this book for a long time, and he had run a lot of bookstores, and he couldn't even buy it online, but he didn't expect to see it in front of this stall today, and I have to say that it was an unexpected joy.

"Shout, the young man is quite knowledgeable, why, did he do this?" When the old man heard this, the young man guessed his purchase price, and asked with interest.

"Not really, but I have a friend who is doing this, so I know a little bit about it." The student took out his wallet, took out a ten-dollar one from it, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took it with a smile, except for the book cover, which is still quite complete, but the book cover is the façade, no matter how good the thing is, the façade is not good, it will be difficult to sell. And the price given by this student is reasonable, rather than nesting in his own hands, it is better to dispose of it, and he can still earn a little money.

"Well, it's looking for your change." The old man untied a money bag from the waistband of his trousers, took out two coins from it, handed it to the young man, and put the ten-dollar one in it.

"If you want any books in the future, tell the uncle, and the uncle can get them for you." The old man said a word and said goodbye to the students.

Shen Yan and Leng Jun came to the stall and looked at the dazzling array of books, and for a moment, they were dazzled.

Many of the physical books placed here are some online novels, but you can read books on the Internet now, unless you are a loyal fan, few people buy this kind of physical book collection.

Shen Yan is a big fan of the third uncle of the southern school, he has read every work, and even collected every book, he likes the feeling full of horror and excitement, and likes the atmosphere full of supernatural and weird.

"Uncle, are there any better books lately?" Shen Yan picked up a book casually and asked lightly.

It's not once or twice that he buys books from the old man, and the two are still quite familiar with each other.

"I knew that your kid would come, uncle, I had already prepared, and I bought these at a great price." As he spoke, the old man turned around, took out something wrapped in black cloth from the tricycle behind him, and slowly opened it.

"What kind of book, it's worth treating like this, it shouldn't be your own little ledger." Shen Yan quipped.

"Go, this is the old man, I bought it at a great price, you kid bumped into it, it's luck, I will never show it to ordinary people." The old man said, as if it was really some kind of amazing treasure.

Shen Yan smiled slightly, and said no more, the old man said this, that is, in order to raise prices later, so as not to make a loss-making transaction.

I saw that there were three books inside, and the three books, whether they were workmanship or cover printing, were by no means comparable to those books and periodicals on the stall, and the paper felt very good.

Taking over these three books from the old man's hands, Shen Yan's eyes tightened, the first one called "Fengshen Bang" tells the story of King Wu's war, whether this story is a book or a TV series, Shen Yan doesn't know how many times he has watched it, but he is not interested in these goblins.

The second book is called "Sou Shen Ji", which tells some strange stories, but he has already had it at home, and Shen Yan can't be interested in this kind of book that he has read more than twice.

"Huh? "The Book of Life and Death", and this book? Shen Yan was surprised.

Legend has it that the Book of Life and Death was owned by the Netherworld and kept by the judges of the King of Yama. The ancient Chinese believed that the Book of Life and Death recorded the birthdate, time of death, and yang life of all life in the three worlds of heaven, earth and man. Most of the time, the contents of the Book of Life and Death are predestined and cannot be changed. King Yama needs to send his subordinates to carry out actions such as seducing souls and asking for lives in strict accordance with the contents of the book of life and death, and has the magical power to control the life and death of all beings.

And this book called "The Book of Life and Death", the cover is a dark black color, the three words "Book of Life and Death" flashed with a faint golden light, and there were ghosts in the cover, opening their mouths hideously, which was quite treacherous.

With a hint of curiosity, Shen Yan turned the first page, but what caught his eye was such a line of words: Once you enter the cycle of life and death, look at the Yellow Spring before the ghost gate closes! At the end of the Lethe River, there is nothing to do, and the eighteen purgatory will not extinguish the heart.

"What do you mean?" Shen Yan looked confused, his brows furrowed slightly, there was only such a poetic sentence on the first page of this book of life and death. But then, something happened that made his eyes suddenly, only a few words on this page disappeared quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. A black air current, invisible to the naked eye, followed his breath and burrowed into his body.

"Hair... What happened? Magic? Shen Yan muttered to himself, this is too weird, although he has read a lot of supernatural novels, but when all this happens in front of him, even with his concentration, he can't stand it.

"Second stunned, look, is there a word on this?" Shen Yan was not calm, and hurriedly pulled Leng Jun, who was reading a novel next to him, to see if there were words, or if he was hallucinating.

"Isn't there a word on it?" Leng Jun glanced at the first page, which was a page of contents, depicting the content of the story told in the book.

Is there really a word? Could it really be that I'm hallucinating?

Shen Yan blinked his eyes, opened his eyes wide, and tried to look again, he was sure that he didn't have any words, he was also an undergraduate, so he wouldn't be unrecognizable, right?

Turning the first page, there was no word on the second page, blank as white paper.

"There's a word on it too?"

"There are words! I said, stationmaster, you shouldn't be hallucinating because you didn't sleep well, right? Leng Jun glanced at Shen Yan, who was nervous, and asked a little worriedly.

"Who's hallucinating?" Shen Yan's mouth was stiff, but this was not an illusion, what was it? Don't tell me it's a magic book with magical powers.

"Teasing me, huh?" Shen Yan is not calm, he is a materialist, he doesn't believe in any monsters and ghosts at all, although he likes to read that kind of novel, but he only goes for the plot inside. Now a book in broad daylight can actually become magical, and a line of words is gone for no reason, will anyone believe it?

"There's a line on it just now!" Shen Yan took a deep breath, looked at Leng Jun, and said seriously.

"yes, I saw it!"

"I didn't say what you saw, I said another line of words on it, and he disappeared abruptly." Shen Yan was a little anxious, such a thing, I'm afraid no one can be calm.

"Gone?" Leng Jun blinked, stared at the book and looked at it carefully, "No, isn't this word always there?" ”

"Still there?" Shen Yan couldn't help but have a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, today's events were too unbelievable for him, what was the secret of this book, why was what he saw different from what Leng Jun saw, or was it really all an illusion?

"Could it be that if you watch too many ghost stories, you will really encounter ghosts?" Shen Yan thought of this, and his heart was even more nervous, what if he really encountered a ghost?

He had the heart to put the book down, but his heart was full of curiosity, and there seemed to be a connection between the book and him, so he bought the book.

"Hey, boy, I said you've been reading this book for a long time, do you want it?" The old man said a little impatiently.

This young man usually looks quite shrewd, what's wrong today, it's just a book, as for being excited like this, what else is there to say without words, is it interesting?

"Uncle, how do you sell this book?" Shen Yan closed the book, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

Since this book is so weird, if he doesn't figure it out, Shen Yan won't be able to sleep soundly.

"Hehe, boy, for the sake of our friendship, I sold you for fifty yuan." The old man smiled.

"I'll go, uncle, why don't you grab it, just this book, it's fifty yuan, thirty yuan, and this is not less for you to get old." Shen stretched out three fingers.

"I said you kid, did you kill like this? Cut in half? Forty-five at the minimum, no matter how little, I won't buy it. The old man looked like he was in pain, as if if Shen Yan didn't agree, he really wouldn't sell it to him.

"For the sake of your sincerity, forty-five is forty-five." Shen Yan said helplessly, he has always been like this when he buys things, how much can he kill at a bargaining price, and the less part can be saved for other things.

Shen Yan took out a fifty sheet and handed it to the old man.

"Stationmaster, just this broken book, yellowed paper, shabby cover, where is it worth forty-five? Don't let this old man fool you. ”

"What? You say the paper of this book is yellow? Worn cover? Shen Yan's eyes widened, and he looked coldly like a ghost.

"yes, you can't see with your eyes!" Leng Jun was puzzled, what happened to Shen Yan today, he was shocked, the book with dilapidated capital was actually regarded as a treasure.

"Old man, this book is worth forty-five?" Shen Yan's heart was shocked, and he felt more and more that this book was extraordinary, but he remained silent and bargained with the old man.

"Ahem, then according to what you said, thirty, you can't be low, otherwise you will really lose blood." The old man coughed dryly, slightly embarrassed.

"Deal."