Holding a scroll and leaning against the window, reading a group of books.

?ra?n?

What a scholar does should not be called stealing but reading by borrowing. All useful information will be copied. There are all pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the library. You can see the girl basking in the sun in front of the window licking the tip of her pen and letting the tip of her pen flicker.

Bai Yu will not steal books without any reason, which is against the principles of merchants.

However, it can record useful or suspected useful information. As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as a bad writing. Although a good brain is good, it is difficult to prevent confusion and carelessness.

I searched the libraries of two famous families in succession, but found nothing.

But I found an interesting clue when I was bored and looking through the genealogy, maybe I will find something.

"Dongmen Qingshu, the thirteenth patriarch of the Dongmen family, only loved old books. After his death, he was buried with 300 ancient scrolls without any gold or silver utensils. He was buried in the ancestral land of the Dongmen family. Gee, there are probably tomb robbers.

Not interested."

Throwing the family tree back, he somersaulted to the street and looked for a grocery store to buy some candles.

Holding the red candle in his hand, a certain dragon pretended to have tangled freckles on his face.

"Shop, do you have white candles?"

"The white candle? It's gone. The candle-making workshop's empty inventory has been burned out. The caravan transporting raw materials lost its goods in a flash flood. How about... wrapping it in white paper?"

A certain dragon was amazed by this honest and profiteer businessman. He was really a rare talent.

This is by no means the first time that he has fooled ghosts.

"Forget it, red candles are just red candles. Give me whatever inventory you have. Don't wrap it in red paper."

"Don't worry, girl. I, Zhang San, have a good reputation in the neighborhood. I am genuine and fair."

"..."

Bai Yu began to doubt his reputation.

It’s better to wait for nightfall when everything is ready. It’s not a good idea to dig up ancestral graves in broad daylight.

Considering the principle of the transaction, it is absolutely necessary to keep the tomb intact and not damage the geomantic omen. In terms of geomantic omen, Bai Yu is second and almost no one dares to be the first. Controlling the earth's veins is not something you can say casually. Of course, if the villains and his like can have no scruples, everything will be done.

It all depends on your mood.

At night, there is no wind or cloud.

In the gloomy cemetery, unknown night birds cooed and fireflies danced in the grass.

A Bai completely despised the so-called atmosphere of terror. Based on the year of burial, he should have been buried for four to five hundred years. He found the corresponding old grave from outside the tomb, checked the moss-covered tombstone to confirm, and sneaked through the soil silently.

You can't see the dragon's claws in the dark space. Although you can't see at night, a little light is still great.

Bang~

Light the red candle with a snap of your fingers and place it in a corner.

Legend has it that this is a rule in the industry. If the rooster crows and the lamp is extinguished, no gold will be touched. If the candle is blown out, it must be put back. It is probably very difficult. There is a dragon that got into the grave and even if it does nothing, no dead thing dares to jump out.

Blow out candles.

The candlelight danced and illuminated the tomb chamber, and the shadows moved wildly.

If you are not a member of the royal family and are not a cultivator of immortals, the regulations of the tomb cannot be exceeded. The tomb is made of green bricks mixed with glutinous rice mortar and is only the size of a room.

A few simple stone carvings on the wall are just decorative decorations. There is a heavy coffin in the middle and bookshelves around it. Maybe he was really a book lover during his lifetime. He kept the tomb dry and preserved it in expensive wooden boxes, so that he could not even smell the smell of corpses.

There is a strong scent of books and ink.

"This guy can be considered a quickie and interesting. Unfortunately, there is a problem with the burial layout."

He raised his little hand and knocked on the coffin lid.

Dong Dong Dong~

For example, knocking on the door is polite. There are many things to pay attention to when knocking on the door.

For example, in the ancient feudal era of an unknown country, there were minimum rules for knocking on the door. There was a auxiliary hand for lightly tapping the door. If not, just tap the door with your knuckles. Two or three times is appropriate. There are also areas where you can knock twice.

If something happens, knock three times to announce the good news, but be careful not to slam the door hard or knock four times continuously.

Slamming on the door is only used to announce funerals. If you mess around, you will be beaten, so be careful.

Moubai feels that it is a good thing that he came to your grave as a whole to pay homage to you, so he politely informs you.

Bang!

The coffin board shook, and several coffin nails were pushed out from the inside!

It feels so boring to watch the coffin pretending to be a corpse. If I had known when I came in, I would release some momentum to kill it and do this in front of a dragon. Not to mention a mere little zombie. Back then, I pulled out the Drought Demon's spine alive before it transformed into a dragon. Now,

One look can settle the matter, forget it, it's better not to be too cruel when you visit someone's grave.

Pushing open the coffin lid, a gray-black zombie sat up.

He opened his mouth and showed his teeth, ready to roar. He glanced at the figure in the tomb who was staring at the bookshelf, pulled up the lid of the coffin and lay back down...

It’s not that the birth mind knew how to close the lid to avoid it, it was simply because when I pushed the lid open, my fingernails got stuck in the cracks in the wood. The moment I saw the back, the evil spirit dissipated and I fell down, so I naturally closed the lid.

Even the lowest level of zombies can't bear it just by looking at their backs.

Gloomy tomb.

The flame of the big red candle was swaying, and the girl felt that the air was not good, so she cast a spell to attract fresh air outside, and sat on a small bench to read with relish...

At the same time thousands of miles away.

There were bright spots in the night sky getting brighter and brighter, and a small airship rolled out of control and fell.

Two streams of light emerged from the flying boat and fled in opposite directions. Suddenly, the flying boat exploded and a stream of light chased one of them. Then the magic light flashed and jingled, and they fell into the valley during the fight.

A certain mortal immortal vomited blood and fell to the ground, creating a deep pit, looking at the short figure in horror.

"Don't...don't come over..."

Opposite, a gray-haired monkey with glowing red eyes was very unhappy.

"Squeak! This little weakling dares to lie to me! I beg to be beaten!"

When the stick fell, the majestic immortal's energy was cut off and even Youhuazi was beaten out. Although the realm is the same, it does not mean everything. Fighting depends on talent.

The monkey was very angry and happy. He met two miscellaneous gods just after he ascended.

At first, I thought he was very powerful and I was careful not to offend him, so I actually planned to sell myself to a mine to dig for ore. I started to do it in a rage, but I didn't expect that the gods in the immortal world could be so unbeatable. They were too weak, even weaker than chickens.

He put away his valuables and hung them on his waist, took off his robe and put it on himself.

Wear a straw hat.

It was the legendary monkey wearing a crown. It was quite interesting to see his own reflection in the water, and he jumped up and down and screamed.

The originally mighty hair was burned by the divine fire during the thunder tribulation, and after the burning, it turned into a gray and gray appearance, three feet tall, with a stooped back and bowed legs.

He grabbed a stick from nowhere, put it on his shoulder, and drove around in the dark, just going wherever he wanted.

Maybe the merit gained from saving the world during the tribulation came into play. I didn't go to heaven and was not sent to the realm of monsters. I just found a green mountain and clear water to avoid going to heaven to be restrained and end up in trouble and lawsuits. Apart from the fact that heaven randomly recorded a few certain things

On a certain day of the year and month, there are demons and immortals from the lower world who ascend to heaven and nothing else.

The main world is so big that even monks are not common among ordinary people.

The gray-haired monkey wears large clothes and carries a stick and wanders around leisurely. When he sees a peach, he picks it and eats it. When he is thirsty, he lies down in the mountain stream and drinks from the clear spring. He practices practice steadily to improve his strength.

After dawn, I suddenly sensed a familiar smell...

"Squeak~"

Turn around and disappear instantly.
Chapter completed!