technical type

After the young master left, the whole room fell into silence again. Even though there is a good light-taking mechanism, at night, when the candles are not lit, the faint light from outside that can be reflected by the mirrors is so dim. Pitiful.

The bookshelves were full of books that no one read. Ji Mo walked to the last bookshelf. The last book that was put in seemed to be some time old. The dust on it...

Seems to see the upcoming defeat, sighed.

[Please select the time, 200 years, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years...]

"200."

Ji Mo was relieved to be able to survive this time point smoothly. Judging by the scoring standards of the last second-order world, 100 years is a pass, so 200 years, even if it is not excellent, there is still a good one.

"As long as I can get good results, I will go to the third-order world to see."

After going through the pain of sending off the rice balls, the love hidden in my heart is still there. Compared with most other skills that rely on handwork, the advantage of the skill of beast control is probably the healing department. When they grow up, they are very cute animals, they can feel much better, and they are willing to be shit shovel officers, they have such charm.

Those that are not fluffy, such as snakes, birds, and Linjia, may be worse, but in general, their carefree state is still very contagious.

Nothing is more simple than them.

Ji Mo silently made a wish, and he also had expectations for the final results in his heart, and at the same time, he also hoped that these books would be handed down to future generations.

Think about it, when people in the future see that someone has learned so much about the art of beast control before, what will they think if they are short of relevant scientific ladders to help them climb up biotechnology?

Are cloned sheep better than new species?

The former is copying, the latter is creation, the world, it is still different.

At least in Ji Mo's opinion, the latter is better than the former, and it has more technical content.

There is no trace of time, when Ji Mo thinks about this, the light in front of him flows, and the picture that appears in front of him again will be 200 years later.

It’s still the same room, but it’s different, it seems to be piled up by ruins, those bookshelves, because the distance is too close, seldom fall directly on the ground, one on top of the other, the middle part is almost still standing at an angle, The roof had collapsed, and that part was directly pressed against the bookshelves. There was no whole ceiling, and the beams and planks were stacked on top of the bookshelves, covering everything with broken tiles and dust.

Most of the books on the bookshelf fell to the ground. The ground seemed to have been soaked in water again. Many books could not survive. This area is like a beach.

Ji Mo squatted down, and he could see what the overwhelmed area was like. Fortunately, the bookcase was located in the upper middle of the bookshelf. When the bookshelf fell forward, the bookcase was not thrown out. Instead, it gets stuck in the middle, thus ensuring its integrity.

The sturdiness of the wooden box is also commendable. Needless to say, this is Ji Mo's handicraft. In order not to change the book box, he specially made some exquisite carvings on the book box, so that people can't bear to throw it away just looking at it.

Squeak, mice ran across the ground, shuttled between the gaps in the bookshelves, stepped on those books, picked up the ones that were not wet, and soon, there were pieces of them.

Ji Mo frowned, something happened in Yushou Villa, even the rats were rampant.

Speaking of which, most of the animals domesticated in Yushou Villa are ferocious beasts. There are cats and dogs, but there are no mice. If there are such little guys, they will be treated as natural food and let the animals hunt and kill themselves. If there are no animals, they will not feed them on purpose. , Ji Mo really didn't find them much before, probably because there are more cats in Yushou Villa.

So, even if this area is already deserted, but such a bold mouse pops up all of a sudden, looking up, it's still daytime!

What happened to Yushou Villa? Even this room was abandoned. This is the room in the courtyard of the young master, so...

His brows were furrowed, he didn't know what happened, but this kind of bad premonition really turned into reality and appeared before his eyes, which made people feel depressed after all.

Judging from the dust on the bookshelves, no one has been here for a long time.

Did the inheritance just fall away, or... did they move away?

Or maybe other power masters defeated Yushou Villa and let it be delisted from then on?

There are many possibilities and many guesses. Ji Mo couldn't find the basis for his judgment. He stood up and looked around. He was surrounded by ruins and dust, but it shouldn't be too long, otherwise, there would always be nearby villages. The people will take away the beams that are still in good condition here.

Several worlds are full of ancient petty citizens, the real lower class. Ji Mo understands how those lower class people cherish their objects, and their mentality of taking advantage of small advantages. Someone took some of it away, not to mention it was an ownerless thing that no one wanted.

What can stop them from attacking is either Yu Wei still exists, or someone is protecting them, but the protecting person may be on the periphery, not here.

Yushou Mountain Villa, there are so many ferocious beast gardens around, so many people, even if it is defeated, there will always be people who cherish the past and protect this place that can be called the ancestral home.

It is really a blessing not to be burned by a fire.

Killing and burning houses always seem to be connected, so should you be lucky to have escaped a fire disaster?

What happened?

[Please select the time, 500 years, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years...]

"500."

I should be happy to have successfully passed 200 years, but the lingering doubts in my mind made this joy a little less, and my face became indifferent. After choosing, looking at the situation 500 years later, it is even more dilapidated.

Before the broken walls and ruins, you can still see some of the former appearance. Now, it has been tossed into a mess, and even the broken tiles have been picked up. Soaked by the rain, it is useless.

No one continued to look down, the bookcase was stuck there, and it was preserved all the time.

Ji Mo was already a little worried. Even though the wood he chose was good, it had been placed in such a dark and humid environment for so long, not to mention the problem of water leakage, and there was no preservative spice or desiccant in it. Can it be well preserved?

"This has been turned over hundreds of times, and there is nothing left."

A young boy, wearing a melon cap on one side, held a branch with green leaves in his hand, whipped around, and occasionally put on a gesture or two.

The other boy who was walking with him had a square scarf on his head, and his face was fair and gentle, like a young scholar. Hearing what he said, he didn't stop. He walked inside and gradually approached where Ji Mo was.

"It can't be said that these existences are very meaningful in themselves."

The little scholar said so, pointing to the scope of the ruins, speculating: "This should also be the main courtyard. We saw it before, and this villa is still very big. The front yard, the back yard, the outer yard, the inner yard, the main yard, and the guest yard. , and some may be gardens with animals, and there are still some remaining objects to prove the scene..."

His words are long and full of words, just like those archaeologists who devoted their time to guessing the whole picture of the dragon through a small scale and a half claw. This kind of spirit of exploring the ancient and secluded is very commendable. Only by knowing the history can we move forward better.

With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall.

The exploration of one's own cultural heritage is also a kind of learning.

"Okay, okay, I know you know a lot, so just tell me, where to find it, I'll just help you, but it's okay, I'll help you this time, and I can't ask you to help me next time Stumble!"

The boy in the melon skin hat said this, and there seemed to be a sense of coercion in his words.

"Then you can't use things like last time to ask me to give advice. Whether it's theft or sneak attack, it's not a gentleman's work. I can't join forces..." The little scholar is very principled and refuses to get involved with those ghosts. thing.

"Stealing, sneak attack, it's so ugly, it's clear that that person offended me, I'll take revenge, this is called chivalry!"

The young man refused to give in, frowned, and waved the branches in his hands a bit more, sweeping up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The little scholar coughed, and the conversation ended without a problem. Both sides died down, and it came to an end.

The two finally came to Ji Mo's side. The distribution of the yard, this room is considered a big head, and the people who came to explore before did not let it go, but the bookshelf was rotten and damaged, and some of the broken wood was still there. The black dirt covering the rotten books is mostly unpleasant, and they are thrown away casually. Some people have looked at them briefly, and there is nothing valuable, but some of them can still be kept in almost the same place.

"There's nothing here, it's been overturned long ago."

The young man saw the little scholar bent over and flipped, and he followed suit. The wood looked intact, but he knew it when he really started to use it. It had a strange touch, as if water could be squeezed out. Black dirt, and occasionally unknown bugs were turned out, together with the black water, it was really disgusting.

There are moss and fungi growing on some of them, because the black color is too obvious, even though the fungus is white and cute, but because there are not many of them, no one specially goes here to pick them.

Some people call the fungus the ghost face mushroom, because the mottled black traces on it are looming, like a ghost face.

It is said that this kind of ghost face mushroom contains the resentment of the dead, and if you eat it, it will not make people feel better if you don't die.

"Look carefully, the most intact nearby is here."

Compared with the almost flattened ruins, this place is still a bit raised.

Seeing the little scholar persevering, the young man showed a nasty smile: "You are not afraid of turning over the bones of the dead!"

The little scholar was holding a piece of rotten wood and throwing it aside. Hearing this, he looked at the boy helplessly and said, "Didn't you tell me that the dead here have long been buried?"

The young man wrinkled his nose. The other party believed what he said so much, and he couldn't bear to slap himself. He pretended to be impatient and said: "That's all, all right, I'm just kidding you, no one is dead, it's already clean."

Saying that, they joined in together and began to rummage, using branches as crowbars from time to time, the wood was simply rotten, and the crowbar was not too hard but enough.