She rolled her eyes at me and continued to look for the broken copy among the messy belongings.
I saw two rows of bookshelves in the corner, so I stepped forward to help.
Most of the shelves were foreign magazines and agricultural tools.
I felt dizzy when I saw the English letters, so I randomly picked out two books and threw them aside, and continued to explore the inner layers.
Who would have thought that the two books would make a metallic collision sound when they were touched on the table.
I thought something was wrong, so I picked up one of the books and looked through it carefully.
There are no special marks on the blue-covered book, not even a title printed on it.
When I opened it casually, I found that the inner page was completely blank, not even a single large character.
The other one is more elegant.
It is wrapped in a scarlet envelope and is heavy in the hand.
It looks like it is a big book.
There is a line of gold embroidered text embedded on the spine.
I squinted for a long time, but I couldn't figure out which country's bird language it was.
Shiry Yang arrived beside me at some point, and obviously heard the sound.
When she saw the gold embroidery, her expression suddenly changed.
I rarely see her in such a panic, so I hurriedly patted her pale cheek.
Unexpectedly, she grabbed my wrist and snatched the tome away.
"Gramavin."
I've never heard of it.
What a tongue twister.
I waited for Shirey Yang to explain.
She glared and said, "Jingjue Ancient City, you forgot."
When I said fuck her, my whole body trembled like an electric shock, and that trip to the desert where I almost died suddenly came to mind.
My throat became inexplicably thirsty, and the memory of being trapped in the desert caused nausea.
Shiry Yang's appearance is not much better than mine, his face is pale, and he probably still has fresh memories of the various experiences in the Gobi.
The ghost cave brought too much shadow and pain to the Gramma people, and the Yang family suffered greatly.
Shiry Yang also once fell into despair about death.
You can imagine the shock she received when she suddenly found such a book marked with Grama among the relics of the Taoist monk Qiao Xiao.
I saw her staring at the book for a long time without making any movement, so I simply snatched it back and prepared to open the envelope to find out.
"Don't take it apart," Shiry Yang stopped me, "Don't take it apart now."
"Don't be afraid, am I right here?"
I pushed her hand away and insisted on taking it apart.
I can roughly guess the tangle in Shiry Yang's heart, but looking forward and backward is not my style.
Isn't it just a book?
It can also eat people.
As I pulled out the book, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my palm, and I hurriedly threw it away.
"Get away" Shiry Yang rushed over and pushed me away.
Immediately afterwards, I heard a "whooshing" sound in the air, and saw a dozen sharp owl weapons shooting out from the book cover.
The place where I was standing was turned into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye.
Shiry Yang and I met each other's eyes and both broke out in a cold sweat over this sudden accident.
"Fortunately, the internal parts have aged, otherwise we wouldn't even have time to react."
She skillfully clasped the corner of the envelope, slowly pulled out the book wrapped in it, then stood up the empty shell and sent it to me.
The clever fabric inside the bookcase makes it a world of its own.
I asked Shiryy if Yang had long noticed that there was something in this thing.
She said she didn't notice anything was wrong beforehand, but she suddenly realized when she saw me being stabbed.
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"Most of my grandpa's collection has been donated.
I keep my personal belongings at home and can't touch them.
I saw some of these weapons when I was a kid.
How are your hands?"
"It's not deep, it's a little scratched."
I picked up the book on the ground.
"I don't know what was written in it.
It was so well hidden that someone almost died."
"They didn't let me touch it before, saying it was an adult's business."
Shirey Yang took the weapon off the table, "It's good now, no one cares about it except me."
I didn't expect this to be a manuscript.
The content in the book was exactly the same as the text on the cover, and it was recorded in Gramma script.
I couldn't understand a word of it, but it seemed familiar to me.
Shiry Yang was also dumbfounded.
She had only seen similar documents and was not qualified for the translation work.
I reassured you that it was no big deal.
The old man has devoted his life to solving the curse of ghost caves.
It is the greatest comfort to him that you are safe and sound.
As for the content of these excerpts, we don’t need to know so clearly.
The matter has passed.
Shiry Yang sighed: "If my father could have found it, maybe things would have turned around.
He specializes in the study of Jingjue culture, and he will definitely be able to find some clues from the book, so it won't happen later."
She began to choke as she spoke.
I consoled me and said, "You know it's hard to buy a lot of money.
No matter how smart Professor Yang is, he would never have expected that such a note would be left in Partridge Whistle's collection of books.
Besides, we can't understand what's written in the book.
Maybe we'll remember it."
They are all the old man’s previous love affairs, It has nothing to do with Guidong Baganzi."
After hearing this, she punched me hard and then said, "I found everything I was looking for.
These two books are an unexpected bonus.
Let’s go back to the town to find out what’s going on.”
I didn't expect that coming back to worship my ancestors would cause so much trouble.
I felt that I was too careless on this trip.
I vowed to arrange things properly, but at the critical moment, there were many loopholes.
She probably saw what I was thinking, and suddenly smiled: "After visiting the grave, I will take you somewhere."
"Ah" before I could ask clearly, there were sudden bursts of urgent braking sounds coming from outside the house downstairs.
I opened the window and saw that the old house was surrounded by a crowd of people.
They were all young and middle-aged people, at least thirty or forty people.
They had all kinds of weapons in their hands.
Some were holding shotguns, and some were holding shotguns.
They were carrying steel forks, and they all looked fierce, blocking the Yang family's door.
Before I could ask, a boy wearing a straw hat picked up a brick and threw it upstairs.
I ducked sideways, and the glass inlaid on the window shattered all over the floor.
As soon as I saw this attitude of fighting against local tyrants and landlords, I turned around and asked Shiryy if Grandpa Yang had done anything immoral to offend the local working people.
"What time has it been?
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I'm still heartless."
Shiry Yang pulled me back from the window.
"Something must have happened while I was away.
They should all be people in the town.
I'll go down to see the situation.
Don't mess around. ” "Consultant Yang, you are worrying too much."
I looked at her very sincerely and said, "There are too many people outside, and only fools fight with them.
But I have already remembered that fool who smashed bricks.
I have to follow him alone later.
Let’s talk to him.”
She rolled her eyes, then turned and went downstairs, and I naturally went with her.
Across the power grid, those foreigners were yelling at us.
They were so talkative that for a long time I didn’t understand what they meant.
I took out my pistol, fired a shot into the air, and shouted loudly: "Find someone in charge to come out and talk to me.
Is there any way to break into someone's house in broad daylight and run wild?"
The crowd suddenly became quiet, and the foreigners looked at each other in shock, probably because they were frightened by my combination of Chinese and Western English.
Shiry Yang stepped forward, pointed at the power grid and asked, "This is my home.
What right do you have to install isolation tapes without permission?
Please give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will call the police."
"I am the police, and we are still going to settle a score with you."
A bald man emerged from the crowd, with a strong back and a strong back, and his voice was like thunder when he spoke.
He had a gun in his hand and pointed it straight at us.
When I saw this, I immediately covered Shirey Yang behind me.
Shiry Yang was so angry that she was shaking all over.
She complained loudly: "Then please explain what happened and why you did this to us."
"You killed someone" "A murderer lives in your house" "The Chinese hid the murderer."
"This place is not clean.
There is a ghost in it.
I saw it with my own eyes."
The crowd's emotions suddenly exploded.
They made a lot of noise and kept talking about the house and the dead people.
I was so noisy by them that my head almost exploded.
My mind was so chaotic that I finally managed to sort out some ideas.
Judging from the besieging people, it seems that the Yang family's old house is related to a murder case.
But even so, it was time for the police to come forward and explain what was going on when a group of mobs randomly picked off the guy.
Although I was annoyed, the situation in front of us did not allow us to be impatient.
There were so many people across the street, and they didn't seem willing to sit down and talk to us calmly.
Shiry Yang probably also noticed that the expressions of these people were unusual, and whispered to me: "Find an opportunity to enter the house.
Now that they have determined that we are at fault, everything they say is in vain."
At this time, there were nearly twice as many residents as before.
At some point, more and more people gathered from all directions, and the elderly, women and children gradually appeared in the crowd.
There were several elderly people with tears in their eyes, standing behind the team and shouting a name loudly.
I asked Shiry Yang if she had heard of it, and she said she didn’t know it.
I guessed it might be the victim's name, but couldn't find anyone to verify it.
Some young and energetic people started throwing rocks and branches at us.
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Fortunately, there is a power grid across the way, so no one has rashly stepped forward yet.
At this moment, as long as one person takes the lead and takes even one more step, the crowd will swallow us up like a sea.
I picked up Shiry Yang and fled back to the house.
There was an overwhelming roar outside: "They are going to escape, we can't let them escape":