"If the guest wishes to view ancient books, please proceed to the second floor!"
The shop assistant led Zhong Shenxiu and Jiang Kun up the stairs.
However, just as he stepped onto the stairs, Zhong Shenxiu sensed a layer of barrier; it was both defense and protection.
"Hehe..."
"Haha..."
From the surrounding shadows, faint sounds seemed to be emanating.
In the darkness, it was as if eyes, carrying various sinister colors, were watching the visitors.
A musty, moldy smell spread to the noses of all three.
All around were various bookshelves, on which were sparsely placed incomplete ancient books: thread-bound books, parchment, black hardcover notebooks, and various scattered papers, with words written in a ghost talisman-like script.
Some just needed a glance at the strokes to make one feel restless and disturbed.
