Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Little girl, the books you read are all very diverse. You really have a wide range of interests."

The old woman's voice interrupted Chu Yao's thoughts. She responded and said, "Oh, our school has organized an event to donate books to children in mountainous areas. I want to pick some books of various types."

"Really, you are such a kind and good boy." The old lady rolled her eyes, "But children in mountainous areas shouldn't be able to read such a difficult foreign language book, right?"

What Chu Yao is holding is a long medieval poem in Latin, which depicts the story of the protagonist traveling to hell, purgatory and heaven.

She glimpsed from this book that one day, she didn't know how long ago, there was a man in a suit who was studying this famous book carefully.

Although you can't see his face, his movement of turning the book is different from ordinary people. He is used to holding the page from the side with his index finger and middle finger, and then gently turning it over.

"This is a book that I am more interested in. Because I have never seen a Latin translation in a bookstore before, I couldn't put it down and forgot about the real thing." Chu Yao said with a smile.

"Oh, that's it. By the way, if you can't find children's books, they're over there." The old lady pointed to the corner of the bookstore with her finger.

"Ok, thank you."

Chu Yao picked up the famous book in his hand and walked in the direction she said.

The bookshelves in the children's area are shorter than normal, making them easier for children to access. There are also several colorful small benches around them.

There are not only picture books that preschoolers like to read, but also some reading books suitable for primary school students, such as the illustrated children's version of Journey to the West, etc.

Even though Chu Yao's eyes could see the person who read the book for the last time, he could not see any details from the child.

Because they don’t have mobile phones, children’s clothes don’t change style over time.

Chu Yao pretended to be looking for suitable books. Suddenly, there was an extremely strong gaze behind her, as if she was being stared at by a terrifying cold-blooded animal.

She looked back with her heavenly eyes, but the old woman was still cleaning conscientiously without raising her head.

This is interesting. There are only two of them in the bookstore. Could it be that there is an extra ghost that even Chu Yao can't see?

Moreover, Chu Yao discovered something even weirder.

She entered the bookstore at noon and stayed there for nearly an hour, but the position of the sun did not move even half a minute.

Chu Yao picked up the "selected" children's books and the long poem and placed them on the cashier.

The old lady walked over slowly, and the seemingly broken cash register was still working normally in her hands.

She scanned the barcode of each book, but skipped the book of long poems. "I'm sorry, little girl, this book is not for sale."

"Why?" Chu Yao asked.

"This book is our store manager's favorite book. Maybe I am old and confused, so I accidentally put it on the bookshelf." The old woman explained, "And there is only one copy of this book in the whole store. , our store manager brought them back from abroad. These other books cost a total of 84 yuan, and our store only accepts cash."

Chu Yao said regretfully: "Okay, can I finish reading this book here?"

"Haha, of course. But, I don't think you're here to read a book, right?"