Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Entering Scholar Street.

The scent of books has no smell, but there is a choking smell of blood.

There were bones and remains everywhere.

On the left and right rows, every two meters, there will be a long table.

There are various books piled on the table.

Surprisingly, there is no title, and the cover is all in a dark gray leather case.

Lin Fan just glanced at it briefly and then lost interest.

The more intentionally scary the scene is, the less connotative it is.

Just like the weird chef at Canye Manor, he deliberately placed human body parts in front of everyone.

It is because he is not strong that he needs to intimidate humans.

And like the Huangquan Bus or the dark streets at midnight, why do you need to do this?

Their limbs and limbs are all due to their weird aesthetics.

For example, when the old man saw Huang Mao and other heads in the treasure house, he would make some sly remarks.

Just because it wasn't deliberately scary.

On the other hand, in this scholarly street, the smell of blood hits your nostrils as soon as you enter.

It undoubtedly greatly reduces the possibility of the existence of the revelation page.

The old man choked and coughed slightly.

"Holy shit, this smells worse than my urine, and there's no one cleaning the streets?"

One walked slowly towards me, with strangely sprained legs.

In its hand, it was holding a head dripping with blood.

With a kind smile on his face, if you look carefully, you can still see the remaining minced meat between his teeth.

"Welcome to Skeleton Book Street."

When Wei Jiao met the three people in front of him, his expression was unusually calm.

In front of his face, he clasped the head and eyeballs in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

While eating, pay attention to the reactions of the three people.

The girl in front of her clearly looked innocent and stupid as she had never seen the world.

But not only was he not afraid, he looked straight at the head and said softly:

"This amount of bleeding means that he died not long ago. It seems that there are other people in the Book Street of Skeletons."

The oldest one, on the other hand, frowned and said, "Sister, we don't need to look. This street is not long, and there are two figures at the end."

The sound of "Sister" made Wei Jiao feel strange. His mind, which had been idle for a hundred years, suddenly began to stir.

If you don't use your brain, you really can't tell the relationship between the three people from the reality you see.

Wei Zu shook his head strangely.

"No, no, listen, I'm going to talk about the trial rules of Skeleton Book Street now."

I was almost led astray by a few people.

It never expected that the first batch of well-trained people who came in would turn pale with fright.

This second batch, the three of them are more weird than it is.

"Your trial is very simple. According to the list given by the street owner, find the corresponding books in this book street."

"If you find one, you will be deemed to have passed the level. You can leave at will. If you find two or more books, you can get an additional 100 ghost notes for each one!"

Wei Jiao strangely emphasized that these 100 yuan notes.

It seems to be a huge temptation, using this to make people have the desire to get more for more work.

Then he took out a piece of bloody paper from his abdomen that had been cut open by a knife.

He looked at the three people in front of him with a ferocious smile.

I found that none of the three people in front of me were listening carefully to what it said.

The oldest one kept staring at the floor and shaking his head.

The young man was already looking for traces of the revelation page in the stall.

When no one was paying attention, Yi Qiqi touched the strange sprained foot and the head in his hand.

"This person is from the emergency team. The entrance outside is obviously blocked."

Seeing that the sprained feet were weird, they all felt scared and couldn't help but take a small step back.

Sister, just talk and do whatever you want!

Are you a liar or am I a liar?

Wei Jiao glared strangely, and then said fiercely:

"Although there is no time limit, if you make the wrong choice... your fate will be the same as him!"

Faced with its powerless threats, Yi Qiqi just took the paper calmly.

He said to Lin Fan: "Master, let me look for your books together."

The three of them seemed to have a tacit understanding.

The division of labor is clear.

Yiqiqi is responsible for completing the trials of the three people.

Lin Fan focused on the bookstalls on each table, looking for the whereabouts of the revelation pages.

As for the old man, he had already reached the end of the street.

Looking at the other two testers with kind faces.

"Good evening. Are you all members of the emergency team? Have you eaten yet?"

This classic polite remark is obviously out of place in the scene.

But it didn't make people feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

As if this is an ordinary street.

One person even replied in a daze: "Eat, eat..."

Apparently he still hadn't recovered from the shock of his brother's death.

After he finished answering, he reacted belatedly and said with a wary face:

"Who are you? You look unfamiliar. I didn't see you when Kunwei City registered the living population, and I have no impression of those two people."

When the old man spoke like this, the expressions of the two trialists condensed, and their faces became more serious.

"Are there enough people alive in Kunwei City that you can all remember them?"

The old man was surprised.

Jianghai City had been in chaos for so long before it stabilized in Lin Fan's hands.

There are tens of thousands of survivors.

Even Wang Tiexiong dare not say that he can remember all their faces.

How come everyone alive in Kunwei City can be remembered by just one person from the emergency team?

"No, it's just that most of them have formed separate forces, and not many people have registered."

When an honest person hears a question, he immediately answers it.

The short man beside him slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"What a fool. If he asks Kunwei City, it means he is not from Kunwei City. That's what's important!"

Compared to the honest man's kind eyes, the short man looked very hostile.

From the look in his eyes, the old man could roughly guess it.

In Kunwei City, those who have not registered are basically hostile to the emergency team.

Apparently they are planning to form another force to unify the forces in Kunwei City.

Therefore, anyone who is not registered is almost always an enemy.

If the old man had not made it clear that he was not a native of Kunwei City, he would have taken him down directly in the next second.

"Hey, that's not important. Anyway, we have a very good relationship with the emergency team. That's enough."

"I came to see you, and I also wanted to ask, do you know where the street owner in this scene is?"

When he mentioned the street owner, the short man was startled for a moment, and then said with a look of realization:

"I understand, you're here too, and the contract is weird, but I advise you not to take advantage of the street owner."

The short man's face was full of heartache, his eyes were slightly red and he said:

"He is the real deal, and he is so strange in his pursuit of life! If my brother hadn't contracted it...how could he have died!"

The old man felt doubly sad and patted his back to express his condolences, then continued:

"Okay, okay, everyone is destined to die. He just missed a few decades of detours. Where is the street owner?"

The short man just started sobbing, but after listening to the old man's words, he was a little dazed again.

Is this telling him not to be sad, or what?

What does it mean to avoid decades of detours?

The baby died before it even hit the ground.

Isn't it true that the son of destiny is destined to reach the end as soon as he is born?

After being pulled like this by the old man, the short man suddenly felt less depressed.

Then he pointed to the strange man who was reading seriously on the bookshelf on the opposite table.

"It is the street owner of the Skeleton Book Street, but I've said it before. If you make a contract with it, if you don't pay attention-"

Before the short man could finish speaking.

The old man had already walked up to the street owner.

"Are you the owner of this Skeleton Book Street?"

The street owner did not put down the book in his hand, but said calmly:

"Only after completing the trial will you be qualified to negotiate a contract with me."

Even though it held a book in its hand, it could hear all the conversations between the old man and the short man without missing a word.

When I heard them make a contract one by one.

The street owner's waist straightened up strangely.

However, the old man also said calmly:

"The hygiene of your scene is not good, which greatly affects the customer experience."

The street owner's hand that strangely flipped through the books was obviously paused.

"No matter how clean you are, if you fail to complete the trial, I won't be able to give you a chance to make a contract."

The old man touched the back of his head and said, "You're sick, right? I mean, I'll help you clean it up, and you give me two thousand dollars."

The street owner's hands froze strangely and the book fell to the ground.

Two empty eye holes were exposed.

But you can still read its shock from the hollow.

"You, you, you, you still want to make money from me?"

"What does it mean to make money from you? Have you ever gone to see other scenes around you? You are the dirtiest. Who will come next? Do you understand the importance of the store?"

Being scolded angrily by the old man, the street owner was slightly stunned.

"Then... is it cheaper? A thousand dollars?"

"Okay, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

Before the street owner could react strangely, he heard the old man shouting behind him:

"Dogs and cats, it's time to eat."