Ye Chen stopped, his mind was attracted, and he found that these three words revealed a certain mystery. It seems to be covered with a solemn atmosphere, and today's people are frightened and palpitating.

Brush!

A light breeze blew, and under this white sky, Ye Chen could feel a chill in his back.

"Gollum!"

Ye Chen swallowed hard, and he found that the hairs on his whole body stood up. Now he finally understood why Lin Dong had a panicked look on his face when he described this library pavilion yesterday, and he was reluctant to say more. Now that Ye Chen understands, he begins to feel that what he is going to is not a sea full of books, but to hell, right?

The door of the library pavilion was open, and Ye Chen looked in at a glance, and he couldn't see anyone's existence. It's mysterious, it's even terrifying.

"The smell of books, shouldn't that be full of Haoran righteousness?" Ye Chen said in shock.

Looking around, the old bluestone slab bricks, the surrounding walls are a little old and dilapidated, and the whole Hukou is full of the smell of erosion by the years. In the blink of an eye, looking at the library pavilion, it is simple and unpretentious, there is no grandeur outside, and there is no beautiful building, just two thick wooden pillars, pestles there, supporting the library pavilion.

Ye Chen was frightened and palpitated, but he still gritted his teeth and walked over. There was no figure around, Ye Chen was walking, cold sweat flowing, and his entire back was soaked. Just a few short steps, he felt like he had walked for an endless long time.

Trample!

Ye Chen stepped into the main hall, and a cold air suddenly hit his face. In the main hall, there is not much strange, it is outrageous, rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged, and at a glance, you can't see the edge.

Ye Chen secretly wondered, when he was outside, he looked at this hall and it was not so big! He looked around, and walked around slowly, the hall was simple and forested, and today's hearts palpitated. But apart from the rows of bookshelves and books, there was nothing else in them, not even a single figure.

Ye Chen walked slowly in the main hall, the more he walked, the more panicked he became, and his breath flowed, very terrifying. At a glance, inside the bookshelf, it seems to be shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, which is not clear to the naked eye, and it is pitch black, which makes people panic. Ye Chen hurriedly turned his head, not daring to look more, as if he was taking one more look, and a peerless beast would jump out.

"Little brother!"

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind Ye Chen.

Groov!

Ye Chen was suddenly taken aback.

"Meow, I won't be so unlucky, I really entered a haunted house, right?" Ye Chen wailed, his heart lifted. When he came in just now, he didn't see anyone!

"Since there is no one, who made this shout?" Ye Chen thought in horror.

In this cold atmosphere, it is already extremely mad. Now suddenly there is a hoarse voice, how can it not be frightening? This feeling is like making a horror movie.

"Little brother, little brother..."Seeing that Ye Chen didn't look back, the voice sounded again, and shouted a few times one after another.

Ye Chen was frightened, forcibly suppressed the unrest in his heart, endured his apprehension, and slowly turned his head. In the eyes, it was an old man, carrying his back, and his height had only come to Ye Chen's waist, his body was thin, his skin was dark and sallow, and his eyes were deep, but those eyes were deep and terrifying.

"I can't see through it!"

This was the first sentence in Ye Chen's heart after seeing the old man. The old man stood in front of him, but his eyes felt difficult to catch, revealing an incomprehensible aura.

"Ahem, little brother, what are you looking for?" said the old man.

After speaking, he coughed lightly a few times. The thin body makes people feel like they will fall apart with the cough.

"Huh?"

When Ye Chen heard this, he hurriedly straightened his posture and replied, "Hello old man, my name is Ye Chen." Find books on history here. ”

"History, cough, cough!" said the old man, and began to cough again in a hurry.

"Old family, are you okay?" Ye Chen said with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay! The old man waved his hand to signal Ye Chen.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he slowly spoke: "History books? The books here are all about history. ”

With those deep eyes, the old man looked at the books in the library. Ye Chen was infected, and also looked over with the old man's gaze. Rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged, and at a glance, there are thousands of rows that can be seen.

"Old man, you said that these books are all about history?" Ye Chen said in surprise.

"Well, these books have been passed down hundreds, thousands, thousands of years. The history of each generation is recorded. As long as it is something that can be recorded, it is in it. The old man coughed lightly.

"So many?" Hearing this, Ye Chen was directly shocked.

"This has to see the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon?"

Ye Chen wailed, looking at the rows of dense bookshelves, the books on them are estimated to make him count them for a year, let alone read them?

"Shhhh

"Ahem, ahem!" the old man coughed lightly, and then said softly: "Scholarly, don't talk too loudly!"

Hearing this, Ye Chen immediately shut up!

"The books here are spiritual. Every book contains traces of history. The old man said as he didn't look at Ye Chen, but didn't know where to take out a feather duster, shook his thin body, and walked slowly to the bookshelf. Ye Chen wanted to reach out to help the old man, but was stopped by the old man waving his hand: "Although my bones are old, I can still walk." ”

Ye Chen was silent and slowly followed behind the old man.

"Every piece of history is written from generation to generation. There are joys and sorrows......"

The old man said, took a feather duster and gently swept it across a row of bookshelves, and then continued: "There is love, and there is also ruthlessness!

"Everything that has been done by our predecessors is evidence of the passage of time. They were written down by posterity, and then by posterity. This generation wrote the previous generation, passed down from generation to generation, so it has become history. The old man scanned the books on the bookshelf while explaining to Ye Chen.