If you deny the fate, the truth is true or false, and the dawn and Tianxin, who have suffered losses, are not at ease with him at all.

In line with the attitude of preferring to believe that there is something and not that it is not, Dawn and Tianxin teamed up to put a layer of Fu Zhen on the Great Seal of Ice and made a multiple insurance.

Not to mention the ghost spirit now, a ghost king may not be able to come out.

Seeing that his sky was getting narrower and narrower, he couldn't help but scream: "Hey, why do you believe me if I brag and beep?" Don't post it, it's too aggrieved, leave me a skylight, hey, hey, hey......"

The last of Fu Zhen fell, obscuring the last ray of light from the Negative Fortune Diagram, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Unfortunately, a hint of yin wind blew and set off a talisman horn, and his charming smile was seen by Dawn, who immediately took out the dragon and tiger seal, and stamped it again, grinning at his fate, wanting to cry without tears, regretting that he was happy a little too early.

Xiaori left Tianxin to look at it, and he went upstairs alone to check.

The interior of the Yin-Yang Building is a wooden structure, the stairs may be in disrepair, some aging, stepping on it crunchs and makes a harsh noise, Xiaori does not dare to put his feet on it, for fear that he will accidentally step on the wooden board and fall down again.

"Huh?"

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I found that something was wrong, the area here was actually larger than the first floor, which was very unscientific!

The whole space is very tidy, surrounded by a circle of rooms, guarding a large study that is too spacious to speak.

Dozens of brushes hung on a black desk, and below it was an inkstone of indiscernible material, and a roll of worn bamboo slips was casually thrown on the table.

Dawn walked over curiously, picked up the bamboo slip and glanced at it and was shocked—he didn't recognize a word.

It's terrible to be uneducated, I don't know what is written on it. But this thing looks like an antiquity, and it should be put away for good life, and it can't be thrown here, what a pity if it is swallowed by insects?

These ancient gadgets, gold, silver, copper, iron, jade, porcelain, nothing can compare to the value of ancient documents, and this thing directly affects history.

Xiaori carefully rolled up the bamboo slips, and was just about to put them in his arms, when suddenly the ghost dragon on his wrist shook, as if he was stimulated by something, he bounced up all of a sudden, and got into it with the bamboo slips in his arms.

Xiaori hurriedly threw it on the table, and the bamboo slip was spread out, and he saw that the ghost dragon was biting a fat and big silverfish, and was biting frantically, and the silverfish was writhing desperately, but it was not running for its life, but gnawing the words on the bamboo slip.

"it!" The dawn is completely convinced, is this an accidental coincidence or the supreme wisdom of the ancients?

Once someone tampered with the bamboo slips, the silverfish destroyed the text? It can be beeped to the ancients!

Dawn reached out and carefully pinched the silverfish's fat body, pulling it off the bamboo slip. The ghost dragon hung on its ass, it was not in a hurry, it was caught by Dawn, it fell into madness, its fleshy pink little mouth opened, and a mouthful of mucus squirted out, aiming at Dawn's eyes.

Dawn hurriedly dodged sideways, and the slime fell on the wooden floor, sizzling and rising white smoke.

Damn it! Xiaori scolded secretly, this mucus is actually the same as concentrated sulfuric acid, which is highly corrosive!

"The bastard of the alien alien species, right?" Dawn didn't dare to hold it up, so he copied the inkstone and blocked it in front of him, so as not to spray any strange liquid from this thing.

But the silverfish didn't seem to be able to squirt anything, this mouthful of mucus sprayed, it was obviously wilted, no longer twisted its body, the ghost dragon took the opportunity to climb on its abdomen, from the softest place to start attacking, the silverfish let the ghost dragon bite, but there was no reaction.

He's dead?

Dawn pinched hard, the silverfish's body began to stiffen from the inside out, and after a few breaths, the ghost dragon gave up biting, climbed up along Dawn's wrist, interlocked head and tail, and went to sleep again.

The silverfish turned into a stone as white as mutton fat jade, and if it weren't for the fact that it still had the claws and teeth marks of the Ghost Dragon, Dawn really thought that this thing would have some kind of stand-in technique or something.

Weird!

Dawn threw the silverfish on the desk, and it clanged, and it was indeed like the sound of wood and stone clashing.

I thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what the principle was, so I had to give up. This time, he learned to be obedient, and spread out the bamboo slips thoroughly, checking to see if there was anything strange.

It turned out that the silverfish was gone, but the text behind it was almost corroded by its slime.

Originally, he didn't recognize what was written on it, but now that there were only individual strokes left in those strange words, he couldn't understand it even more.

Fortunately, there is still a part of the front that has been preserved, otherwise this bamboo slip can only reflect light and heat when burning the stove.

Glancing at the large row of brushes on the pen stand, Dawn couldn't help but maliciously guess that the owner here should be a person who sells brushes in the circle of friends, right? Although I've seen people love this thing before, I've never seen such a big row, roughly counting, what is the concept of thirty branches? Anyway, if the selfie stick is short, you can't take a complete picture.

Dawn doesn't understand this thing.,I just know that the brush is divided into wolf hair.、Sheep hair and fetal hair.,I don't know if the latter can be used.,Anyway, it's quite expensive to make one.,If you don't make a DNA when you get it back.,It's probably really not sure if it's your own child's fetal hair...... It doesn't mean much, it's just a thought.

The first two are the mainstream materials of the brush, the wolf pen is better than the sheep pen, the dawn guess may be that the wolf is not easy to get, after all, now there are fewer and fewer weasels, want to catch a brush, in addition to risking being collapsed, but also beware of whether it has become a fine, its seven aunts and eight aunts have not become fine.

Because among all the old fairies, the Huang family is the most resentful, and the Huang family is also the most family-minded.

If anyone provokes them, then the whole family will come to take revenge.

Dawn checked the hair of the pen, although he didn't know what a wolf looked like and what a sheep looked like, but he could tell what was different.

The hair of these more than 30 brushes is basically different, the softness and hardness of the hair are different, no wonder there are so many sticks, it turns out that he is really a connoisseur!

After thinking about it again, Dawn still gave up the idea of a pot.

I chose two of them and put them in my pocket as a souvenir......

As for the inkstone, it's too heavy to hold, so let's stop!

After sweeping the ultra-spacious study, Xiaori walked to the small wooden doors around, each of which was very exquisite, carved with all kinds of spirit birds and beasts, vivid and lifelike.

Dawn picked the nearest one, pushed it, found that it couldn't be pushed, and after a closer inspection, he saw a small groove on the doorknob, and the groove was shaped like a strange fish.

When he saw this thing, he couldn't help but be moved, why is this thing so familiar?