The lame old man sighed.

His face showed sadness:

"Sir, this matter must start seventy-five years ago."

"According to the historical records of the town, we do not know which year the town was built, but our tribe members moved here ten thousand years ago. The first generation of ancestors left their last words. Our Changshou Town will appear in the world every fifteen years, and then there will be spiritual envoys coming."

The lame old man spreads his palms.

There was also a pink flower in his palm:

"The way to verify the identity of the Spiritual Envoy is that our right palm will bloom in Anxiang Flowers. But we are only responsible for guiding the Spiritual Envoy to the town. As for what the Spiritual Envoy does when it comes to the town, we know nothing."

The lame old man seemed to remember some bad memories.

A faint sensation in her body:

"Seventy-five years ago, my father and uncle waited outside the town for a day and a night, but they did not see the spiritual envoy coming. At first we didn't take it seriously. But later......"

The old man with a lame trembled his lips:

"Later, something strange happened in the town. Although our tribe members in Changshou Town did not practice, each person's life span was at least five hundred years. However, our tribe elder had just lived to two hundred years old. Suddenly, overnight, the end of his life span, and his companion trees broke all the roots. At first we thought he was sick, but checked the annual rings of his companion trees and found it."

The lame old man paused.

Slightly narrowed your eyes:

"But it was discovered that the dead elder's wife had a age of 972 years, which means that he suddenly crossed more than 700 years overnight!!"

"Our clan leader urgently summoned everyone and searched all the way in the town to find out the clues, but seventy-five years have passed, and our clan members have died one after another, but the reason has not been found out."

The lame old man said sadly:

"What's even more strange is that after this, no newborn was born in Changshou Town. Now we are all born seventy-five years ago. I was only three years old when the incident happened."

Fu Shiyi understood.

She frowned and said, "So, old man, do you think your tribe members have died one after another because there is no spiritual envoy?"

The old man with lame nodded: "We don't know what the specific reason is, but all changes are caused by the failure of the spiritual envoy to come."

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but have a headache. She thought for a while and said, "What have they done after the spiritual envoys in your town before? Or, where have they been?"

The lame old man shook his head.

The elderly in the yard also shook their heads.

Fu Shiyi asked several more questions, but these old men almost shook their heads. She couldn't get any clues. She thought for a while and said:

"Can you lend me some readings on the classics and historical records of your clan?"

"No!"

Several old men spoke in unison and vetoed. After saying that, they were afraid that Fu Shiyi would misunderstand and explained in a lingering manner: "There are regulations in our clan that the clan's classics record the historical records, and non-clan members cannot borrow them. It's not that we don't want to show them to you, Lord Lingzhi."

Fu Shiyi looked at the lame old man who didn't say anything.

In the town.

It seems that he has the final say.

The old man with a slutty face flashed with struggle, and finally stomped the crutches in his hand, and said in a muffled voice: "Okay, Lord Lingzhi, if you want to see, then I will take you there."

"Brother Hai!!!"

The other old men suddenly stood up.

Set in a circle and block the exit.

The old lame man smiled helplessly and said, "Hey, there are only seven of us left in the town now. The night of the moon is coming soon. At that time, we may not be able to survive that night. At that time, even if we keep that library, what's the use? All the tribesmen are dead!!!"

After talking.

The lame old man walked out with his crutch.

He didn't walk slowly. The old people who were originally blocking the front flashed with struggles on their faces, but at last he looked at each other and gave in.

That's right.

All your life is gone.

What's the use of keeping those classics?

Fu Shiyi followed behind the lame old man and saw that everyone was not old and could not eat the old, so he breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, if it was calculated based on the lifespan of their Changshou Town, they were probably just adults.

Out of the yard.

After walking a few steps.

Fu Shiyi looked back and found that the yard had become a small sapling. She carefully identified it, but could not recognize it. Among the saplings all over the ground, which one belonged to the old man.

This Hirano.

It seems that it will never end.

Because they could not use their spiritual power, Fu Shiyi couldn't fly with the sword, so he could only follow the lame old man. Fortunately, they just walked northeast for more than half an hour before stopping.

Fu Shiyi glanced at the surroundings.

No exception was found.

The lame old man threw the crutch in his hand into the air.

There are words in your mouth.

The crutch floating in the air suddenly became smaller and turned into the shape of a key in the blink of an eye. The lame old man shouted loudly. Fu Shiyi heard the "click" sound, and the key twisted. When he looked closely, he suddenly found a three-story wooden attic in front of him.

There are three words written on the gate of the attic.

However.

This is the first time Fu Shiyi has seen this font, but he can't recognize what it means.

"Sir Ling Envoy, please come in there."

The moment when the wooden attic appears.

The lame old man's broken leg suddenly grew again. Fu Shiyi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this. However, the lame old man explained with a smile:

"This is the power of the ancestors. The broken legs that were subsequently linked are only temporary. When the attic is retracted, the borrowed legs will have to be returned."

Wooden loft has three floors in total.

There are dozens of rooms on each floor.

The old lame man pointed to the three rooms on the left side of the first floor and said, "Sir Ling Clan, I can only open these three rooms. You can read the books in them at will. However, there are three days left to be the full moon night. I hope that before this, you can find a solution, otherwise the people in Changshou Town will really die."

"Sir Ling Envoy, please!!!"

The lame old man bowed deeply to Fu Shiyi.

Fu Shiyi suddenly felt very stressed.

She could not make any promises at this time, so she could only nod her head solemnly, turn around and walk towards the first room, push open the door, and wait to see the scene in front of her.

Fu Shiyi was stunned.

She thought it was the same as the Sutra Library of their Fu clan.

They were placed one by one on the bookshelf in different categories, but the first room had only one tree, with dense branches and lush leaves.

She blinked.
Chapter completed!