The years I spent growing corpses and raising ghosts in the cemetery

Last time, the starving ghost caused great damage outside the city, so that after the starving ghost was suppressed, the residents who fled to the city were unwilling to live outside the city.

Now the refugees from other places can just use those broken houses and tiles to build shacks, and pick up some broken bowls and pottery jars to make a living.

Lin Feng stood at the gate of the city and watched the excitement for a while before going into the city to do his own things.

Today, the city seems to be more lively than usual, and the teahouses and pubs on the street are full of people.

Before getting close, you can hear them discussing what happened last night. There is even a special storyteller in the teahouse who is telling the story of "Zhou Sheng fights evil ghosts and establishes the four directions and six regions" with a hoarse voice.

It attracted a group of tea drinkers to applaud, and from time to time someone unconsciously stood up and urged the storyteller to tell the story quickly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, wait for me to drink a cup of tea to moisten my throat."

Lin Feng just came to the teahouse and sat down, and ordered a pot of the best Biluochun and osmanthus cake.

"What are you talking about? So lively?"

When the tea master brought the tea, Lin Feng asked him directly.

"Hey, sir, is this your first time here?"

When the tea master heard Lin Feng ask this, he immediately asked back.

"Not bad"

Lin Feng nodded. He used to go to the tavern, but there was no room there today.

"That's perfect. Mr. Yun has a new storytelling to tell today. I heard that it is related to what happened a few days ago!"

The tea master poured the tea and left in a hurry. Then Lin Feng took a sip of the tea and drank it by himself.

"Let's stop talking about Zhou Sheng's storybook today. Next, I will talk about the 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven' who appeared in Chenjiazhuang a few days ago!"

"It is said that it was dark and windy that night, and the village guard Chen Da was holding a lantern..."

As the storyteller slowly unfolded the story, Lin Feng, who was drinking tea, almost spit it out.

He never thought that the reputation of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was compiled into a storybook.

Fortunately, he had always been used to pretending, so he quickly took a bite of osmanthus cake and drank the tea.

"It happened in a flash. Just when everyone in Chenjiazhuang was entangled by the drowned ghost and couldn't escape, a loud laugh suddenly came from the sky!"

"Hey, I saw a monkey-faced god wearing golden armor, holding a long stick, and wearing cloud-climbing boots standing on the eaves."

"When the drowned ghost saw the newcomer, he wanted to run away immediately, just like a mouse saw a cat. As a result, the long stick instantly became a giant pillar that supported the sky and fell down!"

"..."

The storyteller exaggeratedly described the battle between the two little ghosts as a world-shaking war.

Lin Feng was embarrassed to hear this. After hastily drinking the tea in the cup, he ran away.

This kind of thing doesn't seem to be a big deal when you do it yourself, but it's still a bit embarrassing to hear it from others.

"Forget it, go buy something first, and then go to the shop where the paper man appeared to see the situation."

Shaking his head, Lin Feng put aside the idea of ​​entertainment and continued to walk towards the city.

This time, he wanted to buy mainly various strange stories and some storybooks in this world.

Because he found that some things were hidden in myths, strange stories and storybooks, just like what he did would be adapted into storybooks by storytellers.

According to the information obtained from the two corpses of the Zhenguisi Shenbu he buried, there were indeed saints in the Great Xia Dynasty, but Lin Feng had no idea how many there were, how powerful they were, and what abilities they had.

Maybe he could find out through myths and strange stories, so he wanted to buy these books to see.

Coming to the street that specializes in selling various kinds of study treasures, miscellaneous books, calligraphy and paintings, Lin Feng was immediately dazzled by the various things here.

Walking into a shop casually, he immediately saw a book with the fragrance of ink, but most of these books were various scriptures, poems, strategies, etc.

"Are there any miscellaneous books?"

After looking around, Lin Feng asked a middle-aged shopkeeper with gray hair and beard in the shop.

"Miscellaneous books?"

Hearing Lin Feng's question, the shopkeeper, who looked like an old scholar, immediately raised his head, and then his face showed an understanding look.

"Yes, miscellaneous books."

"Oh, miscellaneous books, miscellaneous books, do you want hardcover? Or paperback?"

Lin Feng emphasized, and then the shopkeeper immediately walked to the back of the shop. Before he entered, he did not forget to turn around and ask Lin Feng another question.

"Hardcover? Paperback?"

Lin Feng was a little confused as to why miscellaneous books had to be divided in this way?

"Plainback is fine!"

However, Lin Feng's requirements were not high, as long as they could be read.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Soon the shopkeeper came out of the room behind the shop with a pile of books, and then let Lin Feng choose directly.

"Youxian Cave, Secret History of Shulin, Atlas of Shaoyang, Secret History of Yufei, Biography of Ruyi Jun..."

"These are all good things. Although they are a bit old, they are definitely useful!"

Lin Feng looked at several books and was quite interested at first, but when he turned a few pages, the color suddenly became strange.

He finally understood why the boss always looked at him strangely.

"Ahem, the miscellaneous books I want are myths and legends. I wonder if you have them here?"

Lin Feng put down the books in his hand. It would be better to leave these things for the shopkeeper to enjoy alone.

"You should have said it earlier!"

"Over there, turn left after leaving the door, the Lin's Bookstore at the end specializes in all kinds of legends and legends!"

The expression on the shopkeeper's face suddenly changed from enthusiastic to dull. It seemed that Lin Feng was quite disappointed that he was not interested in these books.

Then he pointed to the outside of the shop and said the name of the shop to Lin Feng.

"Thank you!"

Lin Feng bowed his hand to him and walked out. He didn't expect that this was the first time he bought a book and he would encounter this incident by accident.

However, people in this era are so pitiful. They actually use some poorly written and poorly written pamphlets as treasures and think about them for the rest of their lives...

As Lin Feng walked on the street, he couldn't help but sympathize with the shopkeeper in his mind, but he quickly came to his senses.

He came to buy books, not to sympathize with the other party. After straightening his expression, Lin Feng walked towards Lin's bookstore.

However, when Lin Feng came to this shop, his body shook violently!

Because this place, this shop is obviously the place where he met the paper man in the night fragrance!

"What a coincidence?"

Lin Feng looked up at the bookstore plaque and the surrounding decorations, and found that although it was a little different from the night, the details were exactly the same as what he had seen through the Corpse Raising Sutra.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng walked directly into the shop. Since he had already come, there was no reason to leave.

On the one hand, he was confident, and on the other hand, he wanted to find out what was going on here.

This is definitely an old shop. As soon as Lin Feng entered the door, he could see that the bookshelves inside were filled with yellowing books.

The bookshelves, doors, windows, seats, etc. are also all black in color. Needless to say, these things are definitely old.

Guarding the shop was a young man with a pale face. He was holding an old book and reading. When Lin Feng came in, he immediately put on a fake smile.

"What books does the guest want?"

"Among the myths, monsters, and legends, are there any that are more reliable?"

Lin Feng looked like an ordinary guest. After he came in, his eyes were attracted by the old books around him. His eyes fell on these volumes and he said to him without looking back.