Shock!Junior sister is greedy for my golden finger

The next day, Tang Wan arrived at the Mujiang City Library early in the morning. After all, Sima Yu was still eating at the Executive Bureau at this time. There is no room for redemption.

The Mujiang City Library was built with money from the city. Due to years of disrepair, the walls here have turned yellow.

There are not many people who come here to study and read, some are holding a thermos cup, some are carrying cushions, and they come in and out of the library gate scatteredly.

An elderly man was sitting in the security booth at the entrance, holding a radio at this moment, listening attentively to the storytelling with radio noise in it.

Tang Wan saw the dilapidated historical atmosphere here, and then slowly walked into the light blue light curtain in front of him.

In an instant, the scene took on a new look. In the vast courtyard stood a rather literary building. Looking from a distance, it turned out to be an open book.

The neat rows of black sunshade windows are like the words on the pages of a book, and more like the ink painting in the white scroll.

The building is divided into left and right parts, the left part is for daily literature, and the right part is for professional literature. Compared with the scene just now, this place is much more lively.

There was an endless stream of psychics coming and going at the door, and most of them wore high glasses, and most of them were dressed as students. It is rare to see people like Tang Wan who are casually dressed and slovenly.

He followed the crowd into the psychic library, which was a huge space with books on the walls.

The readers who come to borrow books are sitting in the reading room. There is a screen on the table. By clicking, the books on the wall will automatically fly down from the bookshelf, and then come to the readers along a specific trajectory.

After reading the books, readers only need to press the return button on the screen to see that the books will automatically fly back to their original positions.

Looking at the books flying above her head, Tang Wan lamented the magic of psychic abilities.

He walked slowly to the third floor of the professional literature building, which was the historical research area, where Tang Wan's friend worked as a guide.

His name is Mo Ci, and he is a gentle woman. At this time, she is helping readers choose suitable books.

Beneath her thick spectacles, there shone a constant desire for historical knowledge.

"Just read this book," she gently pinned her hair behind her ears, then stood up, and saw Tang Wan's figure.

Tang Wan smiled at her and walked over slowly.

"Tang Wan?" Mo Ci exclaimed softly, "Why are you here?"

Tang Wan followed him to an empty seat, "Yeah, I don't come here often, do I?"

"Hehe," she chuckled, "Secretary, I've always been a stranger to you."

Such a person, even his laughter is full of scholarly, Tang Wan was embarrassed when she said this, "Isn't this an improvement, come to get closer to you big brother."

There is always a smile on the corner of Mo Ci's mouth, like the warm sun in winter, which makes people feel more peaceful.

"Gorky said that books are the ladder of human progress, and it is never too late to realize this."

After speaking, she turned her gaze to the screen beside the table.

Tang Wan immediately stopped her, "What, Mo Ci, I, I don't read books, I actually want to ask you for help with something."

Hearing Tang Wan's words, Mo Ci's eyes turned into crescent moons, "I knew it would be harder than going to heaven for you Tang Wan to read."

"No, no, I also read it at home. I think there is no need to come here to read books, right? Where can I not study?" Tang Wan explained with an embarrassed face. Caressing her hair, her pink lips parted slightly, "There is a sea of ​​books here, isn't it fun to travel here?"

She looked at Tang Wan tenderly, and said calmly: "The fate with the book is like falling in love. The more you are cut down and killed, the more crazy and enthusiastic it will grow. There are so many fates here, you should try it. "

Tang Wan absently echoed, "Well, you're right."

Mo Ci smiled slightly, "I didn't say it, it was the writer Shu Ting who said it, well, I know you won't listen to it, so tell me, what can I do for you?"

"I want to know, is there anything that can reduce the breath of ghosts? Is this recorded in history?"

Mo Ci's white fingers fiddled with the screen for a while, and then Tang Wan saw a book slowly fall from above their heads.

"The thing you mentioned, if I remember correctly, should be called Yin Yaoxiang," she said while opening the book that had just fallen, "Here it is, look."

Tang Wan looked curiously at the pattern of a red burning incense on the page.

Yinyaoxiang, which appeared in the modern history of psychic history, its inventor is unknown.

After being ignited, the fragrance it emits can neutralize the breath of ghosts and demons, and play the role of concealing the breath of ghosts and demons. Because the function has a certain hindering effect on the elimination of ghosts and demons, it is designated as a first-class evil by the central psychic government.

Mo Ci said softly: "Although he is a first-class evil, there are still people who flock to him. Tang Wan, why are you asking this?"

Tang Wan sighed, and briefly explained the matter to her. Mo Ci simply shook his head, appearing indifferent.

A person like her is probably only interested in historical things.

"Where can I buy it?" Tang Wan continued to ask, Mo Ci's eyes flickered with anxiety, Tang Wan immediately argued: "I don't buy it, I just ask."

Seeing Mo Ci's still worried expression, Tang Wan sighed, then raised his right hand and swore, "I will never do anything illegal."

After finishing speaking, he put his hand down and said softly, "Mo Ci, don't you understand me?"

Mo Ci nodded slightly, "I believe in you, but I don't know where you can buy this Yinyao fragrance. I guess it will only be available on the black market."

"That's right," Tang Wan smiled, "How do you know this kind of thing, well, then I will tell you something that you must know, Mo Ci, I want to know a piece of history."

As soon as she heard the history, Mo Ci suddenly regained her spirits. She sat up straight, and the curve between her hips and lower back looked very charming, "Tell me, which section?"

"If I knew which paragraph it was, would I still need to come to you?" Tang Wan shrugged helplessly, Mo Ci watched the books on the table rise slowly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became a little more confident.

"Tell me five relevant pieces, and I'll know which history it is."

Tang Wan immediately gave her a thumbs up, "I knew it, you are the most powerful, um, let me think about it, there was an old man with an iron rod who threw seven stones on an ice surface -"

Before the words were finished, Mo Ci began to operate on the screen for a while, "It's ok, I get it, you should be talking about the ancient times of the history of psychics, and that old man is the Taoist Sword Immortal."