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Whistling in his mouth, Lao Li sat behind his desk and casually flipped through the information sent back from all over Dachu. Although there were people specifically responsible for reviewing it, he still liked to flip through it by himself when he had nothing to do.
"My boss! My boss!"
Suddenly, a voice called from outside the door. Old Li frowned slightly, but still said:
"What's up?"
"There is a master outside who wants to see you. He has cultivated to the level of Yellow Clothes and Eighteen Falls, and is already at the level of Gold Clothes. He says he is your old friend!"
The young man who was dressed in coarse khaki and had a towel on his shoulders, and who looked like a waiter, said, although he looked like just an ordinary waiter, if it really came to a fight, even three or five masters might not be able to take it down. he.
"Old friend?" Lao Li raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't think there were any old friends in this world, he still nodded and said:
"Take him to Zhulin Pavilion, I'll be right away."
"Okay!" The young man turned and left, while Old Li stood up, moved his body a little, then held a small red clay teapot and walked slowly towards the Bamboo Forest Pavilion.
The one-minute journey took him almost ten minutes, but as the door of Zhulin Pavilion opened, he swooped into the room, closed the door, and then said in surprise:
"Didn't you already go back to Infinite City? I thought you had closed the door!"
"The door is closed, but there are rules for coming!" Feng Xue spread her hands and calmly took a sip of tea. Then Lao Li pretended to pat his head and said suddenly:
"Look at me, I've forgotten that your Xuanjun is already a ghost story. What's the matter with coming back this time?"
"It's nothing serious, I just have some things I want to ask you." Feng Xue crossed her legs. Seeing his appearance, Lao Li also relaxed, took a sip of rice wine from the teapot, sat opposite Feng Xue and said:
"Ask me? What's the matter? If you want to know something now, just go to the tavern and buy it, right? Or is it about Hyakumonogatari?"
"There are no more stories of hundreds of things in this world." Feng Xue said calmly. Lao Li didn't react for a while. He was stunned for a long time before digesting Feng Xue's words and said with wide eyes:
"What did you say?"
"I said there is no more Hyakumonogatari. Qing Xingdeng has swallowed up all the ghost stories in Hyakumonogatari. Only the Daitengu and Tamamogae are left." Feng Xue was also afraid of provoking Lao Li so much that she didn't tell him that it was him. It really blew up the story of Hyakumonogatari.
But as an old antique from the same era as Hyakumonogatari, Lao Li had an unimaginable impact on him even just such a result. He muttered things like "How could this happen?" and "It's impossible." , as if the devil was stunned, Feng Xue clapped her hands hard to wake him up.
"Anyway, I just want to ask you, what is on top of the Tower of Babylon?"
Hearing Feng Xue's question, Lao Li suddenly broke away from his still confused state and frowned:
"Why do you ask this?"
Looking at Lao Li's appearance, Feng Xue couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. With this posture, he suspected that Lao Li was pretending to be the devil in his posture.
However, there seems to be no point in worrying about this. He did not give a direct answer, but responded very calmly:
"It's just curiosity. After all, the Tower of Babylon is so high and it's the center of the Infinite City. Anyone would be curious, right?"
"I'll just assume you're just curious." Lao Li didn't struggle with this question, just like Feng Xue didn't struggle with whether he was pretending. He just pondered for a moment, and then threw out the question as usual when Feng Xue asked him a question. A rhetorical question——
"Do you know how many floors there are in the Tower of Babel?"
"Who knows? A thousand floors or two thousand floors? Anyway, from the outside, it's a few thousand meters at least, right?" I have to say that this question does touch on Feng Xue's knowledge blind spot. After all, the exterior and interior of the Tower of Babel are There are completely two structures. From the outside, it has no concept of layers at all. If you insist on saying so, only the ten-meter-high door can explain the height of the first floor.
But internally, each floor of the Tower of Babel is more like an independent space, with sky, sun and moon. Even if these are false sky domes similar to landfills, each floor is at least dozens of meters high. , after all, there is a department store more than twenty meters tall on every floor.
Hearing what Feng Xue said, Lao Li showed a strange smile. He shook his head and reported a number that surprised Feng Xue——
120 floors.
"Only one hundred and twenty floors? Doesn't that mean that there are only 6,000 ghost stories if they are full?" Feng Xue showed a surprised expression at this unexpectedly small number, but Lao Li nodded and said:
"To be exact, there will only be 5021 ghost stories if it is full."
"5021..." Regarding such a meaningful number, Feng Xue thought for a moment, then came up with a guess, and immediately said: "Fifty on each floor of the first hundred floors, one on each floor of the next twenty floors, and finally there are A tower master?"
"That's it." Lao Li didn't seem surprised that Feng Xue could guess it, and said in a calm tone:
"Actually, what I told you is only what I learned from others. As for whether it is true, I don't know. After all, I only climbed to the 67th floor. You told me that the Tower of Babel has 120 floors. The one on the 66th floor is also a resident on the 66th floor. Well, it seems his name is... his name is Sugawara..."
"Sugawara Michizane?" When Feng Xue heard the surname "Sugawara", she immediately thought of one of the legendary three evil spirits of the Eastern Kingdom. Old Li also immediately slapped him and said:
"Yes, it's him!"
"But Michizane Sugawara must have been a person from more than a thousand years ago. If he had become Kaidan at that time, how could he be on the Tower of Babel? If he stole Kaidan's power in modern times, how could he steal it from Hyakumonogatari? Who got the throne of such a great god? And it shouldn’t be so easy for such a great god to usurp the throne, right?"
Just by his name, Feng Xue had all sorts of doubts in his heart. When Lao Li listened to his question, he didn't explain much. He just shook his head and said:
"I don't know the specific reason, but what I can tell you is that Sugawara Michizane should be the acquired ghost story who was born a thousand years ago. As for whether he has been alive to this day because of his incest, or whether he was resurrected from the legend for some reason. , I don’t even know, but what I can tell you is that from the fiftieth floor upwards, there are quite a few such antiques.”
"In other words, there are many strange stories that were once worshiped as gods in ancient times. In fact, they did not completely die out, but hid in the Tower of Babel? This is not right. Isn't Infinite City only less than fifty years old?"
Feng Xue was completely confused, but Lao Li just shook his head calmly and said:
"This is not something I can know. After all, I am only in my thirties as a ghost talker. If you ask me these questions involving the elderly, I don't know. If you want to know, you can only do it yourself. Go and ask. Of course, you must first lay down the basics. Otherwise, if you are like me and get robbed halfway up the tower, that would be a human tragedy."
(End of chapter)
