The lame old man sighed.
A look of sadness appeared on his face:
"Lord Spirit Envoy, this matter must start from seventy-five years ago."
"According to the historical records of the town, we don't know the specific year when this town was built. However, our tribe moved here ten thousand years ago. The first generation ancestors left their last words. Our Changshou Town will be here every year. In fifteen years, it will appear in the mortal world, and then a spiritual envoy will come."
The lame old man spread his palms.
There was also a small pink flower in his palm:
"The way to verify the identity of the spirit envoy is that the Anxiang flower will bloom in our right palm. But we are only responsible for bringing the spirit envoy to the town. As for what the spirit envoy does when he comes to the town, we have no idea. .”
The lame old man seemed to be recalling some bad memories.
His body trembled faintly:
"Seventy-five years ago, my father and uncle waited outside the town for a day and a night, but did not see the spiritual messenger coming. At first, we didn't take it seriously. But later... ."
The lame old man's lips trembled:
"Later, something strange happened in the town. Although our clan members in Changshou Town did not practice cultivation, each of them had a life span of at least five hundred years. However, our clan elder had just lived to be two hundred years old. Suddenly, overnight , he reached the end of his lifespan, and his companion tree was cut off at the roots. At first we thought he was sick, but when we checked the growth rings of his companion tree, we found out."
The lame old man paused.
Eyes narrowed slightly:
"But it was discovered that the age of the dead elder's companion tree was 972 years old. In other words, he suddenly jumped over 700 years overnight!!"
"Our clan leader urgently summoned everyone and conducted an all-out search in the town, trying to find clues. However, seventy-five years have passed and our clan members have died one after another, but the reason has still not been found."
The lame old man said sadly:
"What's even more strange is that after this, no newborns were born in our Changshou Town. The few of us old guys who are left today were all born seventy-five years ago. I was not the best at what happened that year. Three years old.”
Fu Shiyi understood.
She frowned and said, "So, old man, do you think your tribe members died mysteriously one after another because there was no spiritual envoy coming?"
The lame old man nodded: "We don't know the specific reason, but all the changes were caused by the absence of the spirit envoy."
Fu Shiyi couldn't help but have a headache. She thought for a moment and said, "What did the previous spirit envoys do after they came to your town? Or, where have they been?"
The lame old man shook his head.
All the elderly people in the hospital also shook their heads.
Fu Shiyi asked several more questions, but most of the old people shook their heads. She couldn't get any clues. She thought for a while and said:
"Can you lend me your clan's classics and historical records to read?"
"no!"
Several old men unanimously rejected it. After finishing speaking, he was afraid that Fu Shiyi would misunderstand, so he explained in a flurry of words: "Our clan has regulations. Non- clan members cannot borrow the classics and records of the clan. It's not that we don't want to show them to you, Master Lingshi."
Fu Shiyi looked at the lame old man who said nothing.
In town.
It seems he has the final say.
A look of struggle flashed across the face of the lame old man. Finally, he stamped the cane in his hand and said in a loud voice: "Okay, Master Spirit Envoy, if you want to see it, I will take you there."
"Brother Hai!!!"
The other old people suddenly stood up.
Form a circle and block the exit.
The lame old man smiled helplessly and said: "Hey, there are only seven of us left in the town now. The night of the full moon is coming soon. By then, none of us here may survive that night. By then, we Even if we guard the library, what's the use? All the clan members are dead!!!"
Finished.
The lame old man walked out on crutches.
He was not walking slowly. The old people who were blocking him had signs of struggle on their faces, but they finally looked at each other and got out of the way.
Right.
All lives are lost.
What's the use of guarding those classics.
Fu Shiyi followed the lame old man and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the old people were not old-fashioned. In fact, based on their life span in Changshou Town, they were probably just adults.
Out of the yard.
After walking a few steps.
Fu Shiyi looked back and found that the yard had turned into a small sapling again. She carefully identified it, but she couldn't identify which one of the saplings on the ground belonged to the lame old man.
This plain.
There seems to be no end in sight.
Because he couldn't use his spiritual power, Fu Shiyi couldn't even fly with his sword, so he could only follow the lame old man step by step. Fortunately, they only walked northeast for more than half an hour before stopping.
Fu Shiyi looked around.
No abnormalities were found.
The lame old man threw the crutch in his hand into the air.
There are words in his mouth.
Suddenly, the crutch suspended in the air slowly became smaller, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into the shape of a key. The lame old man shouted loudly, and Fu Shiyi heard a "click" and the sound of the key twisting. Wait for more details. When I looked at it, I suddenly found a three-story wooden attic in front of me.
There are three words written on the attic door.
However.
This was the first time Fu Shiyi had seen this font, but he couldn't recognize what it meant.
"Sir Spirit Envoy, please come inside."
The moment the wooden loft appears.
The lame old man's broken leg suddenly grew back. Fu Shiyi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this, but the lame old man smiled and explained:
"This is the power of the ancestors. The broken legs that are attached are only temporary. Once the attic is closed, these borrowed legs will have to be returned."
The wooden loft has three floors in total.
There are dozens of rooms on each floor.
The lame old man pointed to the three rooms on the left side of the first floor and said: "Sir, I can only open these three rooms. You can read the books in them as you like. However, there are three days until the full moon night. I hope, Before that, you can find a solution, otherwise our people in Changshou Town will really die."
"Sir Spiritual Envoy, please!!!"
The lame old man bowed deeply to Fu Shiyi.
Fu Shiyi suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
She couldn't make any promises at this time, so she could only nodded solemnly, turned around and walked to the first room, opened the door, and waited to see the scene in front of her.
Fu Shiyi was stunned.
She thought it was the same as the Sutra Collection Pavilion of their Fu clan.
They were placed one by one on the bookshelf in categories, but there was only one tree in the first room, with dense branches and lush leaves.
She blinked.
I am confused, where is this book hidden?
