Humming a tune, Ling Ping'an walked among the bookshelves.

He walked straight to the end of the row of bookshelves that leaned against the wall.

Ling Ping'an brought a small stool and stepped on it. He stood on Tiptoe and found a large book that was sealed with hardcover paper at the top of the bookshelf.

“Hmm…” He took the thick book down from the bookshelf, blew on the dust, and praised, “The quality of old books is so good!”

This book had been in this bookstore since Ling Ping'an's grandfather's time.

There was a reason why it hadn't been sold for so many years.

The first reason was that this book was extremely unfriendly to most people!

It was written in Cla.s.sical Chinese.

Secondly, the things in this book were too obscure and difficult to understand for most people.

Anyway, Ling Ping'an chose to give up after reading it twice.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao…

Hujia, pipa, guse…

It was a headache just by looking at it!

But…

“That customer will definitely like it!” Ling Ping'an touched it and flicked the seal on the cover.

On the cover, there was an ancient small compilation with the name “Han palace vocal music” written on it.

Judging from the name, it was obvious that this was a small collection of books published by a very small publis.h.i.+ng house.

What was introduced and displayed were the Han dynasty musical instruments and cla.s.sical music theories.

For a small capital, such a small collection of books was certainly a rare treasure!

So…

“I might be able to make a fortune!”The young bookstore owner smiled and picked up the thick tome and walked back.

Just then, light footsteps echoed on the floor.

Layers of ripples radiated in all directions.

When Song s.h.i.+hui heard the sound, his sensitive hearing made him feel as if he was trapped in a strange and mysterious spider web.

Turning around, he saw the bookstore owner slowly walking over.

In the head of the fog, the fire was gradually beating.

“Customer…” He walked in front of him. “Sorry to keep you waiting…”

He reached out his hand, and a Green Book of Tranquility was handed over to him.

“I like this book. You will like it!” he said in an indisputable tone.

Song s.h.i.+hui reached out his hand and carefully took it.

As soon as he touched the page, a strange sound came from song s.h.i.+hui's skin.

The music notes that had been suppressing him for decades, built with music and music theory day and night, almost collapsed at this moment.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao..

The music notes were dissipating.

A flute sound rang in his ear.

It was a flute sound that could not be heard or recognized by humans.

It was chaotic and disordered…

But it contained some sort of truth.

The truth of music!

Just hearing this flute sound, Song s.h.i.+hui's six fingers could not help but lightly bounce up.

Following the rhythm of the flute sound, he continuously clicked at an extremely fast speed.

This was a habit that he had developed over the years as a method of self-defense.

Through this method, he used the rhythm method to clean up all sorts of strange curses and sorcery on the southern Zhou continent!

However, this method was ineffective this time.

Just the sound of the flute was enough for Song s.h.i.+hui's fingers to fall into a frenzy of rapid tapping.

The notes in his body kept beating.

All of his spirit power had been gathered to resist the sound of the flute.

Unfortunately…

Even so, the speed and strength of the sound of the flute still exceeded his limits.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

His temples swelled up.

His heart beat faster and faster.

It was as if his heart was going to explode in an instant.

When his heart exploded, Song s.h.i.+hui knew that he would be like a balloon in this bookstore. With a bang, he would be reduced to dust.

“How is it?” An easy-going voice sounded in his ear. The flute's sound disappeared without a trace.

It was as if it had never appeared before.

Song s.h.i.+hui raised his head and saw the two flames looking at him.

The ancient G.o.d had unknowingly sat on the sofa opposite him.

He gently stroked the divine body of the cat G.o.ddess.

“Are you satisfied with my book?”

How dare Song s.h.i.+hui say that he was not satisfied?

He did not dare to listen to the flute's sound anymore.

Thus, he immediately nodded. “Yes! Yes!”

Because of this, he even forcefully suppressed the boiling blood in his heart and the uneasiness in his soul, revealing a very happy expression.

How would he dare to show even the slightest bit of unhappiness?

Wasn't that giving him face but not wanting it?

With this answer, the book in his hand instantly became quiet.

Where the skin came into contact with the cover, the solid cover instantly became soft, like water, like light.

Gong, Zheng, Shang, Yu, Jiao…

One after another…

It bounced rhythmically.

Feeling the bouncing, Song s.h.i.+hui knew the name of this book.

“The music of mourning”.

That was its name.

At the same time, Song s.h.i.+hui also understood the origin of this book.

It came from a world that humans couldn't see, located in the gap between time and s.p.a.ce.

A world that was made up of sound.

The final destination of all the worlds, all the music geniuses and vocal music masters.

The dimension of sound, the world of music.

And this book was the music of death written by the Master of that dimension at the order of his master.

Feel the information coming from the notes.

Song s.h.i.+hui took a deep breath and then looked at the ancient G.o.d sitting on the sofa.

He already understood that this ancient G.o.d was the master of the world of the voice.

“I don't know…” Song s.h.i.+hui asked with a trembling voice, “What price do I need to pay to take this book away from you…”

He understood that he had to buy this book from here.

No matter the price, he had to buy it!

This was not only the rule of the owner of this shop, but also the rule of the ancient G.o.d.

It was also the requirement of the book in his hand.

Among those notes, there was the most direct threat.

If he couldn't keep this book, he would lose the protection of the owner of the bookstore.

In that case, he would definitely be chased by the flute that he had just heard!

The flute could take the initiative to kill him?

It sounded like an exaggeration.

However, Song s.h.i.+hui knew that it was true!

If he could continue to break through and reach the next realm, he would be able to stand at the critical point between a G.o.d and a human.

In this continued, he might be able to play a song that would kill him!

“Price?” Ling Ping'an laughed when he heard the customer's words.

“These petty bourgeoisie… even their words are so interesting…”

He smiled and gently extended four fingers.

“Thank you…”

“Four hundred yuan!”

Without a doubt, this was a very fair price.

Moreover…

Ling Ping'an felt that this customer was someone who could afford this price.

Because…

Look at the way he was dressed!

The way he was dressed was equivalent to three words written on his forehead: not lacking in money!

To be honest, it was Ling Ping'an who was kind!

If it was another unscrupulous boss, he would have taken advantage of these petty bourgeoisie's weaknesses and shouted a price of 1,000 yuan. Perhaps he would have been able to bluff them!

However, Ling Ping'an had always paid attention to honesty in doing business.

As a self-proclaimed gentleman, he always had the heart to earn money, but he had to earn it with a clear conscience.

Money was just a condiment for his life.

Whether it was there or not, it would not affect his life.

“Four hundred…” Song s.h.i.+hui took a deep breath.

He had learned some things from situ he's hints.

For this reason, he understood that in this bookstore, the price the owner of the bookstore offered was actually quite casual.

But there was one point, the price he mentioned referred to the soul in many cases.

Zhang Hui had personally tested it.

He had taken a book from here at the price of seventy percent of the soul.

Thus, he slowly reached into his pocket.

The voice of the ancient G.o.d sounded in his ear, “Customer… are you sweeping the code or are you paying in cash?”

That voice sounded cold, evil, and distorted to Song s.h.i.+hui.

He raised his head and saw that the flames were spinning.

The color of the flames turned deathly white.

Song s.h.i.+hui knew that he wasn't allowed to use other things to compensate, just like situ he.

Because…

The owner of the bookstore didn't allow it!

And because he wasn't qualified enough!

Biting his lip, Song s.h.i.+hui could only give up on the decision to touch the treasure he had brought.

He smiled bitterly, took out his phone, and said to the other party, “Then let's scan the code…”

He had to pay the price in the end.

Actually, this was quite good!

At the very least, it would save the Blackguard a precious sum of money.

At the same time, it would also give him another direction to verify.

Before coming here, Song s.h.i.+hui had already prepared to use his lifespan or soul to pay the bill!

Ling Ping'an walked to the counter happily and took out the QR code card from the counter.

“Sir, is this a letter? or?” he asked.

Song s.h.i.+hui looked at the card in front of him.

On the card, two deep and terrifying vortexes were spinning.

A low voice sounded in his ears.

He understood that one of the vortexes was a life span deduction, and the other was a soul deduction.

In the low voice, he knew that if his life span was deducted, his life span would be deducted the moment he paid!

Therefore, he actually only had one choice.

He took a deep breath, turned on his phone, and scanned the soul vortex.

Beep.

Song s.h.i.+hui felt that there seemed to be something extra in his three souls and seven souls.

Then, the feeling disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, he finally knew the reason.

The owner of the bookstore..

This terrifying ancient G.o.d had taken a fancy to his music talent.

When he died, his soul would come to this bookstore.

He would become one of the countless invisible musicians who served him and played his lullaby in this bookstore.

His three souls and seven spirits had been deducted by 90% for this book.

After taking a deep breath, Song s.h.i.+hui smiled bitterly. “At least, I still have the power to control myself while I'm Alive!”

“And…”

He understood…

“This is deterrence…”

“It's also a form of protection!”

This transaction seemed to be him mortgaging his soul. After death, he would become a member of this ancient G.o.d's orchestra.

He would lose all freedom and autonomy.

But on the other hand, this was actually the hand of this proud ancient G.o.d.

Thinking about it carefully, Song s.h.i.+hui knew.

Would such an ancient G.o.d really care about someone like him?

The moment the contract was established, Song s.h.i.+hui could feel that the number of invisible musicians was countless!

And each one was countless times stronger than him.

So, rather than saying that this contract was used by the ancient G.o.d to enslave him, it was more accurate to say that it was used to control him.

This was to tell him that he was okay; it fully depended on his performance..

On the other hand, this was also a form of protection.

It could even be said to be a gift!

It seemed incredible.

However, as long as they were in the other party's mindset, they could more or less taste it.

It was like how the ancient kings expressed their respect for their ministers.

They would usually not adopt the methods recorded in the history books: undressing and pus.h.i.+ng food.

Most of the time, when the emperors were trying to win over their ministers, they would bestow names and surnames.

The emperors of some slave societies tended to bestow the honor of 'My Slave'.

Modern people could not understand it and would think it was a disgrace.

However, at that time, they wanted to be the emperor's slaves, adopted sons, and retainers. Why was that so?

Ordinary people really did not have the qualifications!

And from his point of view, this ancient G.o.d might even feel that today's transaction was his kindness and love.

Song s.h.i.+hui savoured the faint mark in his divine soul.

He knew that this was his life-hastening talisman.

If he didn't do it well enough, this ancient G.o.d's thought would cause his soul to disintegrate.

But at the same time, it was also his protective talisman!

With its existence, in a certain sense, those G.o.ds that were lower in rank than this G.o.d didn't even have the courage to attack him!

This was because, in a certain sense, attacking him was attacking this ancient G.o.d.

Thinking of this, Song s.h.i.+hui put away his phone.

He planned to go back and chat with Zhang He.

He picked up the book in his hand and the cup of tea.

Song s.h.i.+hui looked at the ancient G.o.d and thought for a moment before finally making his request. “Sir, I wonder if you can lend me a flashlight?”

Ling Ping'an put away the QR code.

He was very happy. He took out a brand new flashlight from the drawer and handed it to the customer without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, he felt that he should rope in such a customer and try to get him to spend money again, or recommend a few friends to do so.

Therefore, he picked up the counterfeit half-taels of money that the previous customer had mortgaged here.

“Customer…” He weighed the coins in his hand and stuffed them into the other party's hands. “These little things are useless to me, so I'll give them to you!”

Song s.h.i.+hui looked at the flashlights and the coins that were surrounded by powerful psionic power.

He gulped.

He remembered…

There was a coin like this in the Blackguard.

Just a single coin like this had enough energy to supply the entire city with electricity for a day!

Countless psionists called it 'metaphysical nuclear fusion'.

In this day and age where the practical application of nuclear fusion technology was far away, the Blackguard's psionists saw this coin as the hope of the future.

It was just a pity…

The Blackguard only had one!

They could only carefully test it, not daring to carry out any violent dismantling or research on it!

And now..

He had sent over..

And there were a total of six!

Adding on the one coin that they already had, it was seven!

A spiritual light flashed through song s.h.i.+hui's mind.

Seven was precisely the basic requirement for research proposed by a certain grand scholar of psionic power.

Two were used to break down and a.n.a.lyze its internal structure.

Two were used as a reference.

Two were used as a comparison.

The remaining one was used as a backup.

In other words, he wanted to tell us that your train of thought was correct!

But, what was his intention in doing so?

Song s.h.i.+hui felt that his mind was a little confused.

He could not understand what the ancient G.o.d's intention was?

He looked at the other party, and the fire in his eyes rose to the surface of the mirror.

Therefore, he put away the coins and bowed deeply to the other party. “Thank you, Sir!”

“You're welcome!” He said softly and then opened the gla.s.s door. “Sir… The Fog is a bit heavy. Please walk slowly!”

Song s.h.i.+hui nodded.

As he put away the book, he took the teacup. Then, he turned on the flashlight and walked out of the door.

In an instant, he could see the road before him clearly.