"You mean Qingwen, you told me to be careful of her in the barren mountains that day?"

"She's here, not so long ago. You're going to have to watch out for her, but I haven't told you that before. ”

I'm very serious, and I've changed my usual joking personality.

"You told me in the barren mountains that day, be careful of her." Zhu Beichen's expression was solemn, staring at the face of Gu Bo who was not shocked, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on that pale face.

"What are you kidding, you hit me in the back on the elbow that night, and I sensed that she was nearby, and immediately ran away, without talking to you at all." It's not like he's joking.

"What about the woman who chased you later?"

"What woman? I haven't seen it at all. ”

"And what are you running for?"

"I said it, I felt her nearby that night, and when I saw her, I was scared, and I couldn't help but run." The expression on Iricho's face was still filled with deep fear, as if he had seen something very terrible, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

It wasn't really him that night? Zhu Beichen was a little skeptical at this time if the person in front of him was the extremely obscene Taoist priest he used to be, and his expression would never be so serious. He didn't know if he could continue to call the Taoist priest in front of him as Jinding, he felt very strange to himself, and his slightly tired face did not have the slightest obscene temperament, nor did he use a trace of anger.

Jin Ding stretched out his hand to grab Zhu Beichen's arm, he stood up tremblingly, his legs were still a little numb. A rotten smell of rotten flesh entered his nose with the movements of the Taoist priest.

His newly calm heart was suspicious again. He didn't dare to resist in the slightest, and let the other party help him up, and there was always a faint smell of rancid smell in his nose, and he couldn't hold back and didn't make an expression of wanting to vomit.

"Let's go to the library and sit down, I'll work part-time in it." He didn't want to stay in this pitch black for a minute, the only light in that place would make him feel a little reassured.

The hallway was as quiet and gloomy as before, and the footsteps of the two on the floor echoed through the building.

Zhu Beichen once felt that in the dark environment, there was still a pair of eyes, hiding in the depths of the corner to observe himself, and this person was not the Taoist priest behind him.

"Do you drink water?" Zhu Beichen put the glass full of water in his hand in front of Jinding.

What the two of them didn't know was that an evil gaze had been staring at the light of the library in the dark corner of this floor, and a bright figure was hidden in this darkness.

Irita took the cup, his lips rested on the rim of the cup, and the glass of water quickly bottomed out.

"What happened that night, I turned my head and saw you running away, I was knocked unconscious, I saw Qingwen......" He didn't finish the rest of his words, the scene was so strange that he still couldn't believe it.

"What you see, that's what I see." Iridium coughed lightly twice, and his face looked very bad. There seemed to be a reluctance to recall the scene of that night.

"You're like a different person."

Jin Ding didn't answer, and with a slightly trembling hand, he took out a crumpled book from a pocket on the inside of the robe and put it in front of Zhu Beichen.

"This is the Yin Runic Sutra, but this is a remnant Sutra, and it is incomplete."

"I've seen the ancient rubbing book in your hand, and closing the second half of the volume in my hand is the complete Yin Fu Sutra." At that time, I saw Zhu Beichen on the train and looked through the ancient rubbing, and immediately determined that this was the upper volume of the Yin Fu Sutra.

"What, the rubbings in my hand are called Yin Fu Jing?"

The age of this ancient scroll is very long, and the exact year is no longer known. According to the records of the Daomen, this sutra is a Taoist classic written by the extension of a grand masterpiece, the second half of the volume is the yin and yang veins of witchcraft spells, and the upper volume is the medical scriptures, astrological numerology and arithmetic. The person who wrote this Yin Fu Sutra back then was a Taoist, and he was also the earliest Mr. Yin and Yang. This Taoist is well-versed in ancient and modern times, and uses two kinds of characters to write the upper and lower volumes, and the rubbings in Zhu Beichen's hand are the inscriptions written in gold script.

Jin Ding would cough for a long time every time he said a word, and after explaining the origin of the Yin Fu Sutra, an hour had passed, and he saw that his face was extremely pale, and these words seemed to squeeze his anger out.

"What's that magnum opus called?"

"The Book of the Emperor's Heavenly Book, the original work has long been lost, and no one has seen it. Have you ever heard King Wen play Zhou Yi? In fact, the evolution of the 64 hexagrams in Zhou Yi is incomplete, and Zhou Yi is also a derivative of this ancient book. ”

Zhu Beichen was extremely shocked, and he thought more about whether these ancient classics were all evolved from this "Huangji Heavenly Book", whether it could show that the medical scriptures covered in the previous volume also contained methods for treating blood infections like him, and whether this ancient book covering all things was the all-encompassing strange book recorded in the ancient bureau of Daxizhou.

"That night, in fact, all three of us had an accident." Itoshi directly changed the topic, he pulled the sleeves between his hands, spread his hands flat on the table, and only a thin layer of flesh and skin was left on the thin palms and pulled on the bones, the scene was very terrifying.

"Didn't you notice that you smelled?"

Ichiding suddenly raised his voice, and said this sentence in an unusually cold tone.

Zhu Beichen felt a horror in his heart, his arm half-supporting the table almost slipped and lost his center of gravity, and he hurriedly took two steps back, keeping a distance from Jinding.

"You smell it."

"It's a rotten smell of rotten flesh, only found in the dead." His expression suddenly became hideous.

"That's a kind of death gas, the night before, all three of us were infected, maybe you can't smell it now, and when the smell on your body gets stronger and stronger, it will mean that you are not far from death."

"Fart, you're sick, why are Qingwen and I okay." Zhu Beichen didn't want to believe what he said, so he stretched out the ten fingers between his hands and the entire back of his hand in front of him, which was a pair of complete normal palms.

"The cycle of this epidemic outbreak is very unstable, I have now begun to fail all over my body, I can even smell the decay of my internal organs, I don't know why you are okay, but you have begun to have that smell on your body, although it is very faint and not easy to find." After the illness, the sense of smell was more sensitive than that of normal people, and it was quickly determined that Zhu Beichen was also infected.

"What about Qingwen, she's been fine all along."

"Do you really think she's okay? Don't you think that the three of us have changed our temperaments, and we have become cold and frightening. ”

Suddenly, he understood why Ouyang Ying had always been cold, and why she said that night, I want to be sure of one thing.

"Actually, your infection is not accidental, you have never believed in numerology, do you think I deliberately found you that day? It's never been, you're meant to be, what I didn't count was that I would be infected. Jin Ding hung his head and sighed.

"But, the three of us are different, she is very strange, it feels strange, she shows coldness, it makes me feel scared, I am scared, I have been avoiding her, I have been avoiding her."

"But, she came after all, and she never left."

At this time, he was very excited, his eyes widened, staring at the dark corridor outside the library, his body trembling more and more, as if he really saw something extremely terrifying from this darkness, and his voice had begun to be intermittent.

It was still quiet in the dark night, and from time to time there was the sound of the previous wind blowing the door panels in the walkway.

Itsuki swept the glass on the table to the ground like a frenzy, and let out a heart-rending roar into the darkness in great horror, and his thin body, which was almost lifeless, suddenly burst out, and ran out like a madman.

"Maniac." Zhu Beichen hurriedly caught up, but just rushed to the door of the library, and had already galloped to the opposite staircase, rolling down the stairs along the stairs, extremely embarrassed and funny.

The night was cold, and a faint mist that could not be identified surrounded the corridor, and the sound of violent staircase crashing was transmitted from far and near, and finally disappeared.

He didn't dare to chase down any longer, and the girl who was hiding in the night walked out of the women's toilet where she had just been hiding, and always faced Zhu Beichen with her back, the white dress was particularly dazzling in the dark, and her footsteps were soft without making a sound. It wasn't until the corner of the stairs that he turned around.

The beautiful face is fixed at the corner of this staircase, with a cold smile.

She's still here, and she hasn't left. He was chewing into the words repeatedly, looking at the empty corner.

Are they all real? Who should I trust?