In the library.

Qin Lingxue sat in her seat and flipped the book in her hand to the next page.

"The Country of the Foothills at the Turn of the Century".

It's not a long-standing magic book, it's just a mundane compilation of local newspapers – Gurkha, Himalayan Post, Kandypur Morning Post – all kinds of stories about Nepal's customs. The publisher plans to first publish it locally in Nepal and then print it in the UK under the name of "Travel Books".

However, with the changes in the domestic political situation at the beginning of this century, the series was finally halted after only a few hundred copies were printed.

"Two hundred years ago, the great King Prithvi Narayan unified the country. The founding monarch traveled his land, seeking scholars to join his court. One day, his guide led him to an emerald-colored temple. It is said that a sage lived in seclusion in this temple, and with his blessing, the blessings of the dynasty would surely last for generations to come. BIquGe.biz

But King Plitvi left without looking back. He said that it is the wisdom of a leader to rule a country, not the blessing of a certain person. Even the blessings of the great gods are no match for the washes of time and fate. Many years later, the king of the expedition passed by this place again, but the temple was gone, and not even a trace remained, except for the barren mountains and mountains that had never been set foot on. Only then did the king realize that the people who had lived here were not sages or great monks, but demons disguised as saints, and he could not help but rejoice in his choice.

Those who covet 'good fortune' and are deceived by the devil have never been able to return to the world.

By this century, archaeologists thought it was just a folk tale. But our reporter visited an isolated Sherpa village, and they were convinced that the emerald demon really existed. In Sanskrit, he is called Mahaditthi, or 'great insight,' which is the obsession of the ego, the evil delusion, the impulse to fall into the devil. The demon dressed himself in a green robe and wandered among the mountains, specifically seducing those who were not strong-willed.

They told reporters that there was once a young man in the village who had been deceived by a demon and left the village at night. Several daring villagers sneaked up behind him and saw him burrow into the icy wasteland to the west of the village, talking to the emerald demons. The demon whose name could not even be mentioned was dressed in a tattered green burqa, with no visible hands, a bare head wrapped in a shadowy turban, and shining green eyes, which made people involuntarily frightened when they saw it.

The villagers lay in ambush in the distance, fearing that they would be discovered by the demon. The demon plucked the jade pendant from his neck and handed it to the misguided young man. The villagers could even hear the demon's whisper, who had asked him to hand over a part of his body to make a pact with him, or else the demon would kill him and anyone else who wanted to possess the pendant.

The young man raised his Gurkha knife high in the air with his right hand and cut off his left hand. The demon turned into a puff of emerald smoke and vanished. The three villagers could not bear it any longer, rushed over, and killed the young man from behind with stones and torches, while he was still weak. Horrifyingly, the man did not leave a corpse when he died, but instead became a pile of dry bones that looked as if he had been dead for a long time.

The trio buried the jade pendant in the local area, hoping that no one would ever find it again. The trio returned to the village to tell their story. At first, everyone thought that what the three men saw must be hallucinations; The poor creature who had escaped from the village had never seen his body. But in the days that followed, all three men died in accidents for incomprehensible reasons, and everyone realized that what they were saying was true.

The reporter searched the west side of the village for a long time, but found no possible place where the pendant was buried. However, according to the relay of the villagers, the reporter used sketches to restore the appearance of the pendant, which looks like an ordinary small disc.

The reporter believes that those ignorant villagers must have regarded things that they could not understand as demons. Perhaps the three were killed for greedy for the deceased's property, and then mistakenly killed by other villagers who had insight into the truth. After all, it has been more than 20 years since the incident, and it is such an isolated village, and it is impossible to investigate again.

If you also know about the 'jade pendant', you may wish to write to this newspaper. ”

Qin Lingxue looked at the imaginary picture of the pendant drawn by the reporter for several minutes-

Although the actual appearance is slightly different, it is indeed a pendant mailed by Professor Josha, which resembles a mandala, but it is fundamentally different.

The mandala, the secret method of traditional culture, "Universe Diagram in the Heart", has the original meaning of "gathering" and symbolizes the gathering place of all merits. The pattern on the jade disc of the pendant is diametrically opposed, and just looking at it makes people feel indescribably "scattered" and "decayed", as if it itself is a void beyond the reach of human reason.

And that's just the shell. What is hidden under the lid of the jade......

[Qin Lingxue's investigation and verification 96/35 failed]

Qin Lingxue looked up and looked at the young librarian. His face was pale, his eyes were emerald, and he was looking at her coldly.

"Give it back to me." He said in a hoarse voice.

And Xiaoxue, who has been soaking in the book mountain for a long time, has no energy to distinguish whether it is the truth that he has seen and heard with his own eyes, or whether it is an illusion caused by extreme pressure.

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[Qin Lingxue's sanity test was successful on 27/30, and the current sanity value is 29]

Qin Lingxue was frightened into a cold sweat. By the time she refocused, the librarian was no longer looking at her. The other party's eyes were not that weird green, but normal blue. Even his face, which was frighteningly pale just now, looked as good as usual at this time.

Is it because I just read it wrong? Or is it their own spirit......

Qin Lingxue stood up. She had just received a text message from Chen Qiang to meet her at the hospital. She had to do it as soon as possible.

It was already half past three in the afternoon. The sky was overcast at some point. The only car was given to Chen Qiang and Sai Qian, so now Qin Lingxue has to rely on the country's poor public transportation.

[Qin Lingxue's lucky test 72/75 success]

"Taxi." Qin Lingxue got into a taxi. The car started slowly.

The rain fell from the gloomy sky, making the car drive more slowly. To add insult to injury, the roof of the back seat of the ragged taxi was seeping water, making it cold and wet.

Qin Lingxue took out her mobile phone.

[Qin Ling's snow belt reward navigation check 61/30 failed]

"Master driver, I'm ......in a hurry" The nearby roads were too chaotic, and Qin Lingxue didn't know if the driver was going around in circles with him. She handed over a stack of tips.

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