There are not many well-preserved books, and there are quite a few of them. In a room completely separated by tall bookshelves, Tianxiang found a thick stack of books that were yellowed and covered with mildew, but still resilient enough to read. It's just that Tianxiang is really not interested in these books.

"One Hundred Cases of Home-cooked Stir-frying", "You and Her (Him) Horoscope Love Prediction", "Daily Skin Care Methods", "How to Have a Fat Doll", 。。。。。。

The ancients would have written down all their knowledge in books, and much of this knowledge was of little use to themselves. This is the information that Tianxiang obtained from the learning machine. However, before I came into contact with a large collection of books such as a library. He never imagined that there would be so many useless and cumbersome books.

Another complete book appeared in front of him, but after only a few pages, Tianxiang completely lost interest. The book, titled "Huanzhu Gege", is scattered among piles of paper labeled "romance novels." The content is nothing more than a few men crying and crying all day long for a few women, swearing, swearing, swearing. Stroking the smooth cover of the book, Tianxiang's angular face couldn't help but show a helpless wry smile: Is love really so important in the eyes of the ancients? So much so that even the paper on which this book was made is one of the best of all the books that I have come into contact with so far.

Love is such a thing, and it has also been mentioned in the learning machine. According to Tianxiang's own understanding, it may be some kind of necessary ritual that should be performed between men and women in the process of necessary childbearing. Although the thinking methods of the ancients may be very different from those of today, in Tianxiang's view, in order to obtain such a thing as "love", so many men and women would be so stupid that they want to commit suicide. But in Tianxiang's view, this kind of thing, which is called "infinitely precious" in the book, may not be as useful as a small piece of insect jerky. After all, when you are hungry, love that you can't see or touch can't be used as food.

The library was huge, and after more than an hour passed, Tianxiang found that the place he had explored was only the ground floor of the four-story building. This means that there are many more secrets waiting to be discovered in the library. Among them, there may be books about "guns" that I care about the most.

The world is full of bugs, and the library is no exception. Less threatening insects such as dysentery and square-headed drumflies can be seen in every corner of buildings. They are known to hunters as "garbage bugs", and they are extremely large and widespread compared to carnivorous insects. These bugs can eat almost anything, and they can eat anything. Tianxiang had seen that a white dysentery worm as thick as an arm had swallowed a piece of scrap metal parts the size of a human head.

However, these disgusting things apparently didn't have much interest in the scraps of paper scattered all over the library. They seem to be here just to find a comfortable nest to stay in. So, although there are one tooth after another worms roaming through the piles of old books and rotten papers, they have no intention of feeding on them. And those damp and brittle books can't resist the rampage of these savage guys. In this way, in the back and forth arching of the insects, the already dilapidated piles of old books were directly scattered into pieces of paper under the action of external forces.

Insects don't eat books, which somewhat gives Tianxiang, who is desperate to find a target, a little comfort in his heart. He cautiously navigated through the swarms of insects that seemed to have no target to crawl back and forth, and leapt nimbly up the stairs to the second floor. As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke this kind of gentle social bug, so that they feel that your existence does not pose any threat to them at all, then the bugs themselves will not bother to oppose you. If people don't offend me, I don't offend anyone. Sometimes, the laws of the hunting world are as simple as that.

Compared to the hall on the ground floor, the situation of books on the second floor is obviously much better. Probably because the air is dry and not as humid as the first floor, the stacks of books here are far from breaking at the touch of a button, although they also show signs of yellowing and brittleness. Moreover, what pleased Tianxiang the most was that the goal he had been looking for for a long time finally appeared here.

"Military", this is a label attached to the shelves of books about "guns". Although the surface of the sign made of machine-made plastic was covered with dirt, and even covered some of the contents of the sign. But Tianxiang still distinguished their original faces according to the specific residual shapes of the three big characters. Although, he is not very clear about the meaning of these words.

This is an atlas, a picture with a more heavily defaced side. The things drawn on it have been blurred, and the old marks caused by time and time have also caused the book itself to be quite damaged. But at least it still leaves some content that can be seen clearly for current readers.

"Guns? This is the gun? Tianxiang looked at the album in his hand with some disappointment, which had completely lost its original color, in a daze. In his imagination, the "gun" should be a rather powerful hunting tool. It should have sharp blades, hard grips, and even a variety of elaborate arrow launches. Like the crossbow, a weapon owned by some hunters, it can easily shoot through the head of a swollen beetle from a distance of 100 meters. Only such a powerful thing may be qualified to be called a "gun".

But what about what's in front of you? A thick, long black tube, plus a few grips that looked rather delicately made, and some square boxes that I didn't know what they did. Together, they become guns, powerful weapons that condense the highest wisdom of the ancients.

Oh, my God! This, this, is this the legendary "gun"? Is it the kind of gun that you dream of being able to easily take out one of the most ferocious carnivorous insects?

"Tricked!" This was the only thought that came to Tianxiang's mind at this time. Rather annoyed, he suddenly closed the book in his hand and slammed it into the pile of waste paper, which suddenly stirred up a piece of loose confetti.

Precious food, a lot of time, and two full solar days were wasted just to get the secrets of the ancients. In the end, you just get something that doesn't seem to be of any use at all. Frustration and regret completely occupied Tianxiang's heart.

"Go home, go home now." After quickly judging the current situation, Tianxiang quickly made up his mind. There is not much food on his body, and if he doesn't go home as soon as possible, not to mention that he is in danger of running out of food again, I'm afraid that even Tianrou hiding in the crypt won't be able to rely on the food store for too long. All in all, this outing was quite a mistake. However, hunters have their own rules. That is, whether you succeed or fail, you must first ensure your own survival. At present, going home is the only choice Tianxiang can make.

Extreme caution must be exercised through the pile of paper, as the air currents created by moving the body will cause gentle confetti to float. Although these little things dancing in the air are not harmful to the human body, it is definitely not a pleasant thing to fly up and down all over the body. What's more, they drifting in the wind will greatly disturb the line of sight of the surrounding observations. If a foraging bug suddenly emerges from a corner at this time, then the unlucky one must be the hunter himself.

In this way, the frustrated Tianxiang carefully moved his steps lightly among the piles of confetti. In order to choose a route that would allow him to cross the hall on the first floor in the shortest possible time, he chose the side close to the window. Although there is wind there, it blows from the outside in, which is equivalent to clearing a narrow road for passers-by in disguise. What's more, it is precisely for this reason that there is almost no confetti on the ground near the windows on both sides.

With brisk steps, Tianxiang smoothly walked through the corridor on the side of the hall until he reached the window. Carefully observing the movement of the insect swarm, he quietly avoided the attention of the white dysentery and the square-headed drumfly, and tried to find the safest passage among the confetti flying in the wind. But he didn't pay attention to the hard object that he stepped on under his feet, and suddenly there was a small and crisp cracking sound.

It was a bone, a skeleton left over from the body of a human after death. This kind of stuff is everywhere in every corner of the city. Some hunters even like to use a part of these bones to be strung together with threads and hung on their bodies as a kind of ostentatious ornament. However, it is clear to everyone that these things are nothing more than the bones of the dead ancients.

A skeleton that has been lying here for hundreds of years, nothing special. The crushed part was only a joint at the end of the corpse's hand bone, and the small sound it made did not attract the attention of any insects. It's just that after Tianxiang's eyes quickly scanned the white bones on the ground, he suddenly stared at one of them, and never moved for half a minute.

Gun! A gun! In the right hand of this ordinary remains, he held a very strange but extremely familiar thing in Tianxiang - a gun.

There are many types of guns, just as steel spears are long and short, guns are also long and short. These are all the knowledge that Tianxiang has gained from the learning machine. From the comparison picture of the abandoned book just now, he also successfully discerned that the gun with a short iron pipe in front of him was exactly the kind of thing that the ancients called a "pistol".

It's black, it's heavy, and it feels like an extra piece of iron when you pinch it in your hand. Tianxiang carefully studied the ancient weapon that glowed a faint blue glow in the faint glow of phosphorus fire, and quickly recalled the part of the knowledge about the gun that he had obtained from the learning machine. And carefully, according to his own understanding, he succeeded in removing a metal square box from a movable groove at the bottom of the grip. From the top of the box, Tianxiang easily took out the cylindrical objects with round heads. Judging from its texture, it should also belong to metal objects.

There is no doubt that this is the kind of terrible thing that is fired from a gun and has a lot of lethality - bullets.

There were a total of four of these things in the iron box, and after Tianxiang took them out one by one, he packed them in the same order. He couldn't figure out how the ancients could hunt with such weapons, which didn't seem to be threatening at all. He had tried, and there was nothing around the pistol or bullet that looked sharp, nor did there be any wire or animal tendon like that used to fire on a bow and crossbow. Why did the dead ancients, and the learning machines they left behind, think that such things could be powerful?

Board machine, this is a term that has been mentioned in the learning machine. It sounds like it belongs to a device used as a firing device on a pistol. According to the exploded view of the pistol in the previous book, Tianxiang easily found the same part on this pistol. It's easy to find, it's not far in front of the grip, and you can easily hook it with your fingers. Probably because it has been too long, it has been stuffed with rust. Tianxiang slowly pried it with a small steel drill at hand, and got a pile of slightly black and yellow rust stains. But the so-called board machine still seemed to be welded to death inside, even if Tianxiang used his strength to eat, it couldn't pull half a point at all.

If you don't understand it, you can't understand it! Anyway, the main task now is to get back to the crypt as soon as possible. If you're able to get home before the next solar day, you'll have new hunting time and more food. Tianxiang, who already had a plan in his heart, gently checked the ancient weapon he had just gotten in his hand, shook his head with regret, casually pinned it to the belt tied around his waist, grabbed the steel spear he relied on from the ground, and stood up and prepared to walk out of the library.

Wait, something is wrong. Just when Tianxiang's fingers touched the cold spear body, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a slight but very obvious vibration from the part touched between his fingers. The steel spear could not move on its own, and the only explanation was that the vibration came from the ground. Before he could think about it, Tianxiang immediately lay on the ground, leaning sideways and pressing his right ear against the ground, wanting to prove his worries.

The ground is the best sensor, and Tianxiang, who has a keen sense of hearing, clearly felt the vibration from the ground again. Compared to the previous moment, the magnitude of the tremors was once again intensified. And according to the direction of the epicenter, Tianxiang can completely conclude that the object that is shaking is coming towards the location of the library at this time, and the distance is not far.

"Bugs, it's bugs, a big scary bug." Tianxiang quickly came to such a conclusion in his mind. Without having time to think about it, he jumped up from the ground and rushed out of the hall like the most nimble cheetah. Regardless of his movements, he had already alarmed the two square-headed drumflies who were wandering around slowly. Compared with small insects that are not very threatening of this kind, the source that can emit such a strong vibration is actually a terrifying existence that is far more terrifying than them.

Escape! How far to escape, how far to escape. Although it was not clear what the source of the tremor was, Tianxiang's innate keen perception of danger made him realize that this was not an opponent he could defeat at all, at least, not now. However, he could no longer move his steps when he ran to the entrance of the corridor.

Less than two hundred meters in front of him, a huge insect with a height of more than three meters suddenly appeared.

"What kind of worm is this! It's a beast that's a thousand times more terrifying than a carnivorous insect." Tianxiang's heart was groaning, he really didn't know what kind of luck he had taken, and he would actually meet a powerful insect beast at the top of the food chain in this world here.

Hunters have the ability to distinguish between high and low. Similarly, bugs also have a difference in class and breed. Insects and beasts are a kind of predators that are evolutionarily advanced among insects. They have mouthparts that are far sharper than ordinary insects, carapaces that are so hard that they can't even pierce through a steel spear, and even more terrifying is their keen perception of their surroundings. They eat meat for a living, and they don't recognize their relatives. Even a bug, a distant relative of oneself, will not hesitate to open its mouth and swallow it in one gulp. They dare to challenge any living being. Even the most terrifying mutated beasts, when you see them, you have to avoid three points.

As for the hunters, Tianxiang remembers a sentence: "When you have to face an insect beast and you don't have time to escape, the only way is to cut your own throat with your own hands." "Because instead of being torn off one muscle after another from the body by insects and beasts, it is more painful to commit suicide in this way.

Tianxiang didn't want to die, and he didn't want to use suicide, which was a relatively painful method. It was impossible to escape, and with such a short distance, even if you tried to drill into the corners of the ruins, you would not be able to escape the pursuit of insects and beasts. This terrible thing that won't let go of its mouth when it stares at its prey doesn't seem to have the idea of fear in its head at all. They only know how to chase, and chase desperately until they bite their favorite prey in their mouths, and then they stop.

Obviously, this insect beast had chosen Tianxiang as its target, and was desperately rushing towards this side as fast as possible.