There is a secret door in the room marked as a cleaning room on the second floor of the library, which is opened with a combination lock, and there is not a small space inside.

The old man waved his hand lightly, and an invisible force carried a gust of wind, dissipating all the dust and smell in the room, and a dazzling array of tools and items crowded in front of Chen Fan's eyes.

The room was full of tools, large and small, and the room was already packed with five people coming in. The common axe and nail hammer are hung on the wall, and there is still hanging in the middle, and it is not known what kind of animal fur it is.

The old man walked forward, and patted the urn in Chen Fan's hand with his left hand without looking back.

"Put this thing aside, and don't touch anything here without my permission." His voice was hoarse, but Chen Fan felt as if it was spoken to his ear.

"Follow the rules." Ziyu carefully held the box of scattered immortals, she also knew that there was a powerful soul hidden inside, and she didn't dare to slack off.

The others stood in the center of the room, and only Chen Fan stepped forward to sit on an exclusive wooden chair at the signal of the old man.

The old man measured him unhurriedly, the room was unusually quiet, and Chen Fan felt like the owner of the tailor shop in the TV series making clothes for him.

"What kind of fairy clothes do you want?" The old man walked back to the workbench after measuring the measurements, and the boxes in front of him were piled up like a hill, and he squinted his eyes and carefully selected them, and asked without looking back.

"It should ...... Anything, right? Ziyu couldn't make up her mind: "We haven't ordered 'clothes'." ”

"He's too young, there are wolves and foxes, and brown bears, and it's easy to be targeted by demons when you use them to do it, and when you walk alone at night, be careful of being eaten."

Chen Fan felt a chill down his spine when he heard this.

"Let's switch to a different place of seclusion." Ziyu said busily.

"Concealment...... The annoying things are the most hidden, I want to think about it......" The old man kept opening and closing the box, and finally took out a tattered wooden box from the bottom of the box, the length of his forearm, and handed it to Chen Fan.

When I looked down, it was a palm-sized gray piece of fur.

Ziyu craned her neck and stepped forward, quickly frowning with a look of disgust.

"Oh, it's a mouse...... "Tian Ji didn't even look at it, but quickly covered his nose.

"You hate that too, that's right." The old man was only looking at Chen Fan for the first time at this time, and looked at each other: "Do you agree?" ”

Chen Fan only found out at this time that the old man's eyes were yellow, and it was a little weird to look at it up close.

"I ...... Both. He turned back to Ziyu and the others for help, who had already hid far away, huddled in a toolbox in the corner.

"I hate rats the most." Tianli also approached Ziyu: "They always gnaw on my roots." ”

"Don't say it, half of my flowers were gnawed off by rats before, and all rodents should be dead......"

Half a pound shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. He doesn't seem to be afraid, and he can be regarded as the existence of commanding beasts in the Wisteria Demon Mansion, so he doesn't like it, but he shouldn't hate it.

The old man laid the fur on the table, pulled out a dagger from the drawer, and pulled out a silver silk thread from the pile of debris behind him, measured the length, and cut it with the dagger.

Directly, he used the dagger to slowly divide the mouse fur into small pieces, the size of his thumb, and then walked over and stuck to Chen Fan's shoulders and wrists.

Every place that sticks is implicated with silver silk threads. Chen Fan wanted to move his body, but he slowly felt imprisoned.

Soon from top to bottom, he was covered in rat fur, surrounded by silver-white silk threads. Then the old man took out a small box from the drawer, and on the satin lay a yellow gem the size of a fingernail.

"Press it on the back of your neck, and there's a place where the silver threads mingle." The old man handed over the gem.

Chen Fan reached out and touched the back, and indeed those silk threads were wrapped around him like spider webs, and then concentrated on the back of his neck.

He gently pressed down the gem, as if he had touched some formation, and a spiritual power surrounded his body, and the silk threads and mouse fur were hidden deep in the skin.

The sense of restraint disappeared, and Chen Fan stood up, feeling that nothing had changed.

"Indeed, the smell is still there, and it smells bad." Ziyu stepped forward, but still covered her mouth and nose: "This dress is too real, I want to hit him now." ”

"The effect lasts for a month, and then it comes back again after a month." The old man cleaned up the table, put the empty box in the corner, and then slowly sat down to rest.

During the whole process, he didn't inquire about any news, didn't ask anything, and took Ziyu's money to complete their request.

It seems that as Ziyu said, the character of secrecy has penetrated into her bone marrow, and the whole person seems to be tight-lipped as a bottle.

"What else? You won't wait for me to leave you for dinner, will you? "The old man has begun to close his eyes and recuperate.

"That's right, I was going to look for a book too." Before coming in, Chen Fan had seen that this was the largest library in Shanghe City: "I want to ask, is there a map of Shanghe City 2000 years ago?" ”

He was largely hopeless because there was no concept of Shanghe City 2,000 years ago. It is good to ask for only an ancient map, the key is the distribution of some civilized tribes.

When Chen Fan asked this sentence, the urn placed at the door moved slightly.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and what he looked at was not Chen Fan, but the direction of the urn.

In the middle of the night, in the eyes of several people, the old man slowly spit out a word.

"Yes."

"Oh ho." Ziyu and the others blinked their eyes, and Chen Fan's eyes also lit up.

But the next sentence blocked their hopes.

"It should have been a few months ago, someone borrowed him, and he hasn't been returned yet."

The old man seemed to remember something, said a word to follow him, closed the secret room, and led everyone back to the second floor of the library again.

"Over the years, there have not been many people who want to find ancient maps, and the machines outside can't find it, and you are the second person to ask about it."

The old man pulled out a dusty notebook from the drawer under the reception desk, which was very old in the way of debiting, as if some of the books on this floor were not borrowed through the outside system.

But through this old man.

"Maybe it has something to do with the Void Star Monarch's affairs." Ziyu muttered to herself.

The notebook turned to the last page, and following the old man's fingers, a few words of the ancient map of the Yangtze River region appeared in the last column.

"This is the book that someone copied from an even older book 400 years ago and has passed it down to the present day."

Everyone stepped forward, only to see two crooked words written in the borrower's column.

"Chang Chao"

It's been too long since I used a pen to write.

But

Damn it

It turned out to be a senior???????