Chapter 4

In the rain, Ji Zhixu stopped.

But the old man walking across did not stop walking.

The two passed by.

Ji Zhixu didn't even have time to open the switch mechanism of the blade stick.

It's not that she didn't want to, but the invisible power so close at hand even made her stiff, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

Wearing an old dark black suit and a gentleman's top hat, the old man paused beside her, looked at the book in her hand with some surprise in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "It turned out to be this book, but What a lucky little guy."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, half of his face exposed under the umbrella was covered by a dark and old wrought-iron mask, revealing only a pair of dark green sinister eyes like snakes.

The light in his eyes was as sharp as the edge of a sword, not at all cloudy as an old man should be.

Ji Zhixu only had time to catch a glimpse of the name of the book with red stripes on a black background in the old man's hand - "Void and Silence", and the latter had already passed her and walked towards the dimly lit bookstore.

The cold moisture of the rain crawled along the bare skin, bringing a chill.

"call……"

Ji Zhixu heaved a sigh of relief.

look back.

There was a faint conversation coming from the slowly closed bookstore door.

"Welcome...Huh? So it's Old Wang, are you here to return the book?"

"...Although you said this is a term of intimacy, I always feel that something is wrong. Can you call me by my name? Mr. Lin."

"Of course, Mr. Wilde."

"Huh... It's really inexplicably relieved. Do you have any new customers?"

"Yes, old king."

"The name... Forget it, it seems that you like her quite a lot, and you have even lent out the books you read often—here is the book you borrowed last time."

"The books that I often read are also books. Besides, I just think that book is suitable for her. It only took 20 days to return it. The last time I made a bet was within 30 days. You lost haha, I will say you Such old people are not suitable for reading such books, lest they get dizzy, you still don’t believe it.”

"... I lost, sorry, this book is too profound, it seems like a complete and huge world, full of mysterious and magical unknowns, beyond the limitations of time and space, from life to death, from life to death. From birth to death, based on my shallow knowledge, it is hard to imagine a person who can write such a great book, he must be a great person."

"Of course, it was a lost giant."

"Giant? No wonder..."

The sound faded away.

Ji Zhixu looked at the book and umbrella in his hand.

When the owner of the bookstore talked with the old man who was obviously a regular customer, his attitude was much more relaxed and humorous.

And the old man is also kind and friendly, as if he is a long-term friend with a deep friendship.

However, when Ji Zhixu recalled the meeting just now, he felt cold sweat all over his back.

"The Faceless Man of Black Scale" Frank Wilde, a destructive dark wizard.

The most iconic features are the mask on his face and the dark green snake pupils caused by the half-snake blood.

The seemingly gentle old man is a well-known and vicious, cruel and cruel executioner, a butcher with blood on his hands.

He once fought against one of the ten great knights of the Secret Ritual Tower, destroyed an area of ​​nearly ten thousand kilometers, and won the title of Destroyer.

Later, I don't know why it disappeared from the public's field of vision.

According to the regulations published by the Truth Society in 1788, transcendental beings are divided into four grades, also known as the "APDI Grading Method", and the Truth Society will publish a list of changes to registered transcendental beings at all levels for this year.

Abnormal (abnormal level).

Panicky (panic level).

Destructive (destruction level).

Indescribable (God level).

Although Wilde's name was marked with two notes of "unknown" and "a reward in the Tower of Secret Rites", it has not changed at the level of destruction.

You must know that in the upper area of ​​Nuojin Capital City, there are less than ten destruction-level transcendents in total, and looking at the entire Azir, there are less than a hundred.

Such a brutal dark wizard who has long since disappeared, unexpectedly appeared here? !

And it seems to be friends with that young man.

Ji Zhixu took a deep breath and left in a hurry, feeling more and more convinced in his heart.

The owner of this bookstore is indeed an extremely powerful mysterious wizard!

At least it is at the same destruction level as Wilde!

She fell in love with a remarkable person...

...

Lin Jie put the "One Hundred Years of Solitude" back on the bookshelf, turned his head and asked, "Old Wang, you seem to be in a bad mood."

Wilde is a frequent visitor to his bookstore.

——Although his dilapidated bookstore doesn’t have many customers in total, counting carefully, the regular customers can be counted with two hands, but thanks to his careful management, these customers have established a deep friendship with him, basically It is a habit to come to him.

Like Wilde, since the first time he entered the bookstore two years ago, counting this time, he has borrowed books five times.

Although it seems that the number of times is a bit small, each borrowing cycle is about one month, which is equivalent to two years and 24 months, and four months are dedicated to Lin Jie, a full one-sixth!

Sincere!

He opened this bookstore for three years, and there was no business at all in the first year, so Wilde can be said to be a senior and regular customer.

At the same time, it is also the object of teacher Lin's life guidance and psychological counseling.

Ugh.

The elderly, especially the empty nesters, are prone to problems both physically and psychologically.

Comrade Wang is a very standard empty-nester old man.

According to Lin Jie’s understanding, Pharaoh has two children, but they treated him very badly, his lover left him again, his colleagues rejected him, and even feared him because of his appearance, leaving him alone in Nuojin living in such a big city.

Although there is no shortage of money and no worries about food and clothing, but in terms of spiritual life, it is very lacking.

This lack is not only a lack of care from relatives and friends, but more importantly, a lack of identity.

Lao Wang himself is an expert in linguistics, has deep research on various rare languages, and is a dedicated and highly accomplished scholar.

It is easy for such a person to gradually get used to being alone, but he cannot bear the loneliness of being alone.

So Lin Jie started from this aspect!

When we met for the first time, we gained an initial good impression by facing up to and respecting each other's flaws in appearance.

The identity information was deduced from the books sold by the other party.

Then I recommended a copy of "Wenzhou Dialect".

This is one of the most difficult Chinese dialects known as the "Devil's Language".

Within the territory of Wenzhou, there are as many as 12 languages ​​that are mutually incomprehensible.

During the war, Wenzhou dialect was even used as a secret language, and the enemy could not decipher it at all!

Lin Jie looked at Lao Wang's eyes from casual, to doubt, to panic, and finally turned into ecstasy that rekindled the hope of life. He yelled "the devil, this is the real devil", and felt that he was the master of chicken soup. significance.

Alas, the happiness of being a life mentor is so plain and boring.

Of course, there is no Wenzhou in this land called Azir, let alone Huaxia. Lin Jie can only explain this book as coming from a remote ruin that has disappeared.