Capítulo 909: Chapter 370: Deceived Again (Part 2)
The note clutched in hand, if it could disappear into thin air, Li Chengfeng would truly feel ashad of his “Seven Incense Sticks of Bone Elder.”
After pondering on the spot for a long ti, Li Chengfeng ca to a conclusion: “I get it now, the grand master must be intentionally deceiving , not wanting to tell the truth.”
As soon as the word “deception” ca out, it was as if a light bulb lit up in Li Chengfeng’s mind, and he imdiately realized.
“Oh, deception!”
“Since the essence of Rat Transformation Disease is the malevolent consciousness of the rats, the grand master can use deception to trick the malevolent Earth Abyss rats.”
“The grand master is so cunning.”
Li Chengfeng said with excitent in his heart.
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“I wonder if Old Li has figured it out.”
Zhou Xuan knew that the malevolent Earth Abyss rats’ consciousness was spread like dust throughout every corner of the dical College, equivalent to countless pairs of eyes watching him, so he couldn’t casually discuss the ways to combat the rats, lest the secret be leaked.
But he wanted to gather so goodwill from Li Chengfeng, thus using the thod of “deception,” hoping Old Li would understand.
“Old Li, being a Heavenly God Scholar, well-read and possessing a strong mory, should understand.” Zhou Xuan said and then, out of nowhere, sneezed.
“Who’s cursing ?”
Imdiately, he heard the sound of a spark in the Secret Realm, it was the lighting of the fifth Incense stick—Colorful Play Master, being lit.
“Old Li figured it out.” Zhou Xuan said with satisfaction.
The incense stick was lit and slowly burned down, the burning not very intense, resembling a mosquito coil, visible fla but the incense stick itself didn’t shorten.
“Perhaps it will take many tis to cater to their interests.”
Zhou Xuan imdiately shifted his focus and began searching for “Emotional Masterpieces” in the bookstore.
The newspaper industry in Jing Country is quite developed, with a great variety of newspapers, and those serialized story types are of course very common.
And these serialized stories, mostly featuring martial heroes, strange tales, and love stories, once a story beca popular, publishers would bind that serialized story into book form and publish it.
However, the largest bookstore in Mingjiang Prefecture—Mingjiang Window, was destroyed by Xianhuo, leaving the store with nothing but a charred fra, let alone popular emotional stories, not a single good piece of paper could be found.
With no other choice, Zhou Xuan continued his day trip, searching through dozens of large and small bookstores throughout the city, until he finally found a well-preserved old bookstore.
“Fuzi Old Books,” that was the bookstore’s na.
It was called an old bookstore, but it was actually more of a book collector’s shop, selling all of Jing Country’s ancient classics, the old Eight-Legged Essays of the Four Books and Five Classics.
These books are not sothing ordinary people would buy, but you can’t stop so fundantally traditional people from buying them.
Moreover, these people often have a passion for ancient books, they could skip als but not buy books, so the prices of these types of books are actually quite expensive, tens or even a hundred tis the price of street-side books.
Currently, the bookstore had no one inside, with books scattered and disorganized, it seed the bookstore owner had hastily fled a disaster and no longer cared to manage the store.
“After searching for so long, this is the only rundown bookstore.”
Zhou Xuan felt his plan was going down the drain.
In coming to the bookstore to buy books, Zhou Xuan actually had two wishes—first, to find a few emotional books to satisfy the Engineer’s interest.
Second, to find so interesting picture books,
Within Hui Feng dical College, if nothing else, there were a lot of kids, and kids, well, they love reading picture books and comics, finding so picture book to distribute around could quickly earn goodwill.
But the books here, once opened, were filled with pages of “Benevolence, Righteousness, and Moral Duty,” not to ntion children, even Zhou Xuan found his eyelids getting heavy with drowsiness after a few glances.
“This history is endless, with slanted ‘Benevolence, Righteousness’ on every page, couldn’t sleep if I laid down, looked carefully for a long minute, and only gleaned two words: Boring.”
After flipping through a few pages casually, Zhou Xuan was quite helpless and was about to leave when he realized he hadn’t searched one area—the owner’s counter.
The bookstore owner, being there all day long, was probably bored too, and when bored, would read so books, or listen to the radio to pass ti, and those pass-ti books were usually stored in the counter.
He took three strides as two, rushing to the counter, placing his hand on the drawer.
“Owner, if you’re an old scholar reading Eight-Legged Essays, I’ll definitely find you, and make you write out classical texts a thousand tis, until just seeing ‘benevolence and righteousness’ will make you sick!”
Zhou Xuan gave the drawer a fierce pull, and his eyes imdiately lit up as the first book he saw had a title page of “Spring Palace Pictures,” quite explicit and provocative.
“That’s more like it, being human, can’t just be about benevolence and righteousness all the ti, even the Book Saint deserves so enjoynt after reading for half a lifeti, right?”
Zhou Xuan took “Little Imperial Uncle” in hand, flipped through a few pages, thinking such a book is bound to provide so people with excellent emotional value, satisfying the requirents to cater to interests.
Beneath the Imperial Uncle, there was a stack of both martial heroes novels and emotional novels.
The first page of the emotional novel had a sentence penned by the owner in ink on the cover—A grand and intense love, reminding I’m still alive.
“Hmm, a bit literary…indeed…even the most literary person reads explicit books.”
Like stumbling upon treasure, Zhou Xuan packed up the entire stack of books and prepared to return to the dical College.
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