Boom! Boom! Boom!

In a burst of empty drums with almost fixed spacing, Li Qing woke up from his dream.

He fell asleep on the table, and when he opened his eyes in a daze, he saw the gas lamp holder placed on the long table in the reading area of the Ningpu County Library, and the coin groove next to the lampholder with a price of five corners and an hour.

Next to the recess, there is a label in the style of the number "8", indicating that this is the eighth long table and the eighth metered gas lamp in the reading area.

In the palm of his hand, the black secret pattern has spread to the ten o'clock position, like a circle of delicate vines, enveloping most of the crimson moon.

Not long ago, when he handed over the copper book rubbing to Qin Yang's master and asked him to translate the Shang Xiaozhen on the rubbing, this circle of secret patterns only spread between two and three o'clock, and the two agreed that no matter what the result was, they would meet in the Ningpu County Library in two days.

The appointed time to meet is now.

Following the direction from which the voice came, Li Qing turned his head to look, and a figure with a cane and white hair appeared at the staircase.

It's Qin Yang, he was fine when I saw him two days ago, but somehow, looking at his steps and the cane in his hand, I haven't seen him for two days, and there seems to be something wrong with his legs and feet.

Boom! Boom!

Qin Yang came to sit down next to Li Qing step by step, and when he passed by the No. 5 long table, he threw a five-dime coin into the recess on the long table, so as to apologize to the gray-clothed man who was reading and taking notes intently at the No. 5 long table.

In the face of Qin Yang's good apology, the man in gray only glanced up slightly before responding.

The man in gray is a frequent visitor here, and unlike Li Qing, who is very purposeful and borrows a book and leaves, except for meal time, he often sits in the library for a day, and constantly uses that very retro quill pen to brush and record something in his notebook, like those old professors who are very poor.

"What's wrong with your leg? It can't be because you're helping me translate, right? Although he was in a hurry, out of politeness, Li Qing still chose to care about his friend in a joking way first.

Years of ups and downs in the business world have made Qin Yang believe that time is money, he shook his head and signaled Li Qing not to worry: "I have translated the business seal you gave me." As he spoke, he took out a few sheets of manuscript paper full of words from the briefcase he had brought with him.

Qin Yanghao didn't hand over the translated manuscript to Li Qing as soon as possible, he opened his five fingers slightly, pressed it on the manuscript paper, and said with a serious expression: "I didn't expect that what you gave me would be a diary that described the excavation of the ancient ruins of the Floating Dragon in the twelfth year of Houzhao, and judging from the content, this diary seems to be unfinished, and there should be follow-up content?" ”

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, subconsciously, he felt that something was wrong for no reason, not that Qin Yanghao's words were wrong, but Qin Yanghao's own feelings, this feeling was like a dislocation, or something else, which could not be described.

The feeling itself is a castle in the air, without any evidence, like a clean clearing suddenly appearing in an old house that is still dusty, and soon the clearing will be filled with dust, making people forget that it once existed.

Fortunately, in addition to this feeling of "something is wrong", in the face of the sensitive questions raised by Qin Yanghao, Li Qing did not feel any surprises, he was surprisingly calm, like a candidate who had already made a bamboo in his chest, opened his mouth, and said calmly:

"Diary? Are you sure? You should know that before you translated this so-called 'diary', I didn't know anything about the content of this Shang Xiao Seal, for me, it was just a ghost drawing, a book from heaven, and nothing more. ”

Qin Yang said noncommittally "um", pushed the manuscript paper to Li Qing, and said: "There is a saying in my hometown, which talks about the relationship between man and history, but with the extension of time and the richness of life experience, many people agree that the truth contained in it can be raised to the level of 'man and destiny'. ”

Li Qing was not in a hurry to check the translation on the manuscript paper, but looked directly into the other party's eyes, looking deaf and listening.

"Life is the ripples that history has stirred up on a specific individual." In just twenty-one words, Qin Yanghao said a sense of frustration.

Li Qing looked up, as if thinking about the relationship between the library's deliberately raised dome in order to create a sense of vastness and fate, and after a moment, he lowered his head, crossed his hands under his forehead, and said, "The person who said this must be a wise man." ”

"Many real-world practices are the practice of the truth of the words of the wise," Qin Yanghao slowed down, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the long wooden table, "Take this translation, you may be no exception,"

Li Qing pondered for a while, and asked tentatively: "You mean, I got this Shang Xiao Seal, and this incident itself is a kind of historical echo, and this echo or ripple has nothing to do with whether I translate it?" ”

"It can be understood in this way, and more importantly, from what I have learned, the people who provoke this ripple often end up ugly, and it is difficult to end up." Qin Yang seemed to be a seductive inquisitor, gradually leading the topic to the area he was really interested in: "Now, do you have anything to say about the origin of this 'diary'?" ”

A trace of panic flashed in Li Qing's eyes, which was a normal reaction of an ordinary person after hearing the above remarks, and then he looked worried, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said:

"You're right, this 'diary' is indeed incomplete."

"Where do you start...... About a month ago, I started to have insomnia, and at the worst time, I couldn't sleep all day and all night, that feeling was really bad, obviously very tired, but I just couldn't sleep, and when the night passed, I had to go out to work to earn money to survive. ”

Qin Yanghao said: "I understand the uneasiness and anxiety, but it doesn't mean anything, the continuous nervousness and overwork of the spirit are sometimes the cause of insomnia." ”

Li Qing looked pained, supported his eyebrows with one hand, and said:

"No, it's not."

"The night three days ago, the night before I handed over the rubbings to you, I finally had a good night's sleep, and when I woke up, I found that I didn't know when I left the bed, and I was lying on the desk, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the bronze book that burned this 'diary'!"

For a variety of reasons, including intuition, he didn't tell the truth about the matter, but considered the words to make it sound as plausible as possible.

"Bronze books?" Qin Yanghao didn't care about Li Qing's pain, but picked out the part he wanted to hear from Li Qing's words to get to the bottom of it: "Can you be more specific?" ”

"For example?"

"For example, the appearance of the copper book, whether there are any pictures and words on the cover, and whether there is anything unusual in the surrounding environment when it appears, a low murmur, or a floating illusion, and how you open it to get this 'diary', every detail may become the key to the problem."

The expectation in Qin Yang's good tone was difficult to hide, and the direction of the language became clearer, indicating that the conversation between the two had touched something at the core, and there was a certain magic in his words, which made the surrounding scenery begin to blur.

But this kind of vague dream did not have the slightest effect on Li Qing, he was still able to think calmly and rationally, he deliberately pretended to be in a state of confusion, accompanied by a slight pain represented by frowning, and said: "Pictures, words...... Yes, yes, and colors, huh...... I don't remember exactly, I forgot, I don't know......"

Qin Yang frowned, if the bronze book was really an extraordinary item that recorded that important period of history, under the effect of essentia power, it was not impossible for ordinary people like Li Qing to have conditions such as insomnia and amnesia.

"Did you forget or couldn't remember? It's an important thing, and you can't be evasive. Qin Yang asked unwillingly, "Earthquake!" This bronze book is enough to cause a mega-earthquake in a world you didn't know about, and when you recall carefully, untold riches and powers you simply can't imagine are beckoning to you. ”

It turns out that this bronze book is really so important...... I can't imagine the power, you might as well just say the supernatural power more directly...... Li Qing complained in his heart, the words swirling in his throat, and he was so stumbling that people couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"I'm sorry, I really can't remember." Li Qing held his head in his hands, his head hung low and close to the table, as if he was in extreme pain, but on Qin Yang's face, which was not good-looking, there were a pair of clear eyes without impurities.

Qin Yang Hao showed a look of regret, looking at Li Qing's gaze as if he was looking at a bunch of scrapped parts, he sighed and said, "It's okay, let's do this for the time being, the translation is here." As he spoke, he tapped his knuckles on the paper, got up, and walked downstairs with his cane.

With his departure, the world in the library stood still.

I don't know when, the hard-working and lonely man in gray on the No. 5 long table has quietly left.

Li Qing maintained the movement of picking up the manuscript paper and flipping through it, and in his eyes, the blank paper was reflected.

"Click!"

The gas lamp on the long table was toppled by an invisible force, the glass lampshade shattered, and the blue and yellow flames spread at a supernatural speed in an instant, turning the library into a sea of fire, drowning Li Qing in it.

Downstairs, "Qin Yanghao" leisurely unscrewed the doorknob of the library door.

He thought that Li Qing would have more use value, but the Q&A just now let him know

The door opened, and outside the door, there was a world shrouded in mist, and in this mist, the secret text could occasionally be seen flashing.

Just as "Qin Yanghao" was about to walk out of the library, the secret texts in the mist suddenly flashed like stars, and the next moment, the stars collapsed one after another, turning into black holes, causing the fog to collapse, revealing the boundless nothingness behind it.

A dazzling burst of scarlet mangs erupted behind "Qin Yanghao", and the scarlet mangs spread like a tide, overshadowing the surging flames in the library, and almost instantly, they swallowed up his face full of the word "horror".