The boss is back and she doesn’t pretend to be a fake daughter anymore

Demon Street.

There is only one bookstore in the third district, Yao Street.

The owner of the bookstore is a ghost.

He is also the only ghost who can do business freely in the Demon Street.

Jiang Xuxu pushed the door open and walked in. The light in the room was not very bright. The three-story-high wall of bookshelves was filled with all kinds of books.

There is a hint of ink scent at the tip of my nose, but it is not the smell of ink used to print ordinary books.

Jiang Xuxu turned his head and saw a head popping out from the gap between the bookshelves on the second floor.

Soon, the body connected to the head emerged from the gap in the bookshelf. It was a man in a white robe in ancient costume.

The man was dressed in ancient scholar's attire, with a pair of very eye-catching dark circles under his eyes. Unlike ordinary ghosts, the ghost aura around him was not obvious, but instead he had a very faint golden glow.

That is the true golden light of merit.

Seeing the guest coming, the male ghost immediately floated down from the bookshelf upstairs, landed in front of Jiang Xuxu, stopped, and bowed to her.

Jiang Xuxu returned the gift politely. The other party seemed a little surprised and immediately bowed to her again.

Jiang Xuxu didn't return the greeting this time. He just stood there and stared at him.

The man, Chang En, seemed a little disappointed, but still asked her politely,

"Are you here to look for a book?"

Jiang Xuxu nodded and said,

"I want to know if you have any documents about Tiancan Kingdom."

Chang En was slightly puzzled with a pair of big dark circles under his eyes.

"Why are everyone interested in Tiancan Country today..."

Jiang Xuxu raised her eyebrows and was about to ask who else had asked the question besides her, when she inadvertently glanced over and suddenly caught a glimpse of golden light.

Chang En then pointed inside and said, "Someone is reading the book you are looking for. You have to queue up."

Jiang Xuxu had already guessed who that person was. After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the compartment behind the bookshelf.

The quaint study room was now half filled with golden light.

Turning around, Jiang Xuxu easily saw the place where the golden light was the brightest - Chu Beihe was standing behind the bookshelf holding an ancient book.

Chu Beihe was not surprised to see her appear. He just handed the book to her silently.

"The book you're looking for."

"Thank you."

Jiang Xuxu took the book and was about to take it away.

Took it, no twitching.

Turning her head, she saw Chu Beihe looking at her.

"Perhaps you could read the contents of the book first."

Jiang Xuxu was a little confused, but she still took the book, turned a page, and then she fell silent.

She couldn't understand the words in this book.

It looks like ancient shaped writing, but also like water writing by a ghost master.

In short, it was different from all the characters she had ever learned.

Jiang Xuxu immediately understood what Chu Beihe had just said, but she did not speak immediately. Instead, she took out her cell phone.

He opened the translation software to scan the text, and after confirming that the software could not translate the text in the book, he looked at Chu Beihe.

"Can you understand the words on this?"

Chu Beihe nodded.

“This is ancient writing.”

He paused, taking the initiative.

"I can help you translate."

Chang En floated over from some bookshelf, and when he heard Chu Beihe's words, he subconsciously pointed at himself.

As a reprinter of books, he can actually translate as well.

But before he could say anything, he saw Chu Beihe's pair of black eyes glance at him indifferently.

Although that look was devoid of any emotion, it made Chang En's soul shrink. He turned around and silently went back into a book on the bookshelf.

Jiang Xuxu didn't notice Chu Beihe's gaze. He hesitated for half a second on the book in his hand, and then simply responded.

"sorry to bother you."

When he spoke, his tone was polite, no longer as casual as before.

Chu Beihe's eyes flickered slightly, and something in his heart dimmed, but his face showed no sign of it. He turned around and walked directly to the desk on the other side of the study.

This study is a place specially for people to read and write, and it is fully equipped with all necessary items.

Except, no one.

After all, most of the people living in Monster Street are monsters.

Although the demons are full of energy every day, they don't like reading very much.

Cultural courses account for less than half of the total courses in the Monster Academy, and most monsters take a laissez-faire attitude towards them.

Jiang Xuxu walked towards him with the book, handed it back to him, and took notes with a pen.

It is not enough to just read this book. If you want to know more clues about the barrier that locks down the Tiancan Kingdom, you need to record it down and study it together with Master Sun and Tu Xingzhu.

In the quiet study, the two sat side by side. Chu Beihe's low voice like a cold spring came to her ears, slowly telling her the history of Tiancan Kingdom tens of thousands of years ago as recorded in the text of the book.

One of them read while the other wrote, and they didn't say anything else during the conversation.

From the gap in the window on the other side, Jiaotu looked at the peaceful scene in the study and couldn't help but lower his head in wonder.

"Do you think the two of them are reconciled or not?"

Jin Xiaohe, who was being questioned by him, was petite and could peek relatively openly, so he heard Jiaotu's question at this time.

He tilted his head first, then looked carefully at the two people inside. After a while, he hugged his head and shook it in pain.

The little paper man doesn’t know either.

It has no brain and refuses to think.

Inside the house, Jiang Xuxu paused halfway through recording and asked,

"Is the rune pattern of the spiral thread recorded in the book?"

Seeing that there was a blank spot on her paper, Chu Beihe shook his head and said, "It's not recorded in the book, but I roughly remember the pattern."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take the pen from her hand.

Jiang Xuxu looked at the golden light that was suddenly approaching, and the pen in his hand trembled slightly, and a drop of ink just happened to be drawn on his wrist.

Under the cover of golden light, it was faintly intertwined with the fine black lines on his wrist.

Jiang Xuxu looked at the fine lines on her wrist that seemed to be crawling on her meridians. Although it was not the first time she saw them, she still found them inexplicably annoying every time she saw them.

I couldn't help but ask.

"What's with the black lines on your wrists?"

Chu Beihe paused as he took the pen, his eyes falling on his wrist.

Any injuries suffered by the dragon vein itself will leave certain marks on its body.

These fine lines that look like lightning strikes are the marks left after being struck by hundreds of heavenly thunders.

This answer went around in his mind, but he couldn't say it in the end. He turned his wrist and covered it with golden light, saying,

"nothing."

Jiang Xuxu noticed his avoidance, and his heart instantly cooled down, and his expression also dimmed. He didn't ask any more questions, but just made way and let him draw the rune pattern.

At the same time, I also remind myself in my heart.

The person in front of her was not the Chu Beihe from before. It was not her turn to ask about his affairs.

Once all the books and materials were sorted out, she and he would never meet again.

Chu Beihe also noticed that Jiang Xuxu's mood had faded at that moment, and a trace of annoyance inexplicably flashed through his heart.

After a long while, he collected his thoughts and finally said nothing more.

However, Jiaotu, who had been peeping outside the window, followed Jiang Xuxu's question and looked at the lightning-like lines on Chu Beihe's wrist. His face showed a rare thoughtful expression.