5:30 p.m.

Li Chengyi arrived at Baijia Bookstore on time.

The old buildings are still crumbling, and the new shopping mall building in the distance is bustling with people.

It's still as quiet and deserted here as before.

Only elementary school students carrying schoolbags after school occasionally passed by, went into the bookstore, and soon came out with a few old books.

Li Chengyi did not let Zhou Xingtong follow him, but got out of the car alone and walked to the door of the bookstore.

The cafe to the left of the store door has closed, and a store sublet sign has been put up.

The stationery store on the right is still the same, half-dead, except that the wooden boards on which the stationery is placed are a little older and a little black.

In front of the dark bookstore, Li Chengyi recalled the original scene.

The little red mountain flower with the skill exists in Bai Feipeng's painting.

Before paying the money, old man Bai smiled so much that he asked how much Syndra paid next time. That time he refunded hundreds of thousands. He really knew what I wanted to do with such a small amount of money.

Then look right and left at the bookshelf.

Li Chengyi's heart trembled, and he knew something was wrong. Li Chengyi felt that he was right, so he immediately took out the mobile phone under his body to check.

It took two full days. Is that funny?

There was a white-haired man wearing a long white dress with his back to me, moving all the time.

"Your grandfather and you are using Wanyou brand paint at this time. We have other choices."

A painting, from the paint, to the brush, to the person who painted it, the paper, and the frame, I want to find clues one by one to determine why the flower language of Shanwaihong has changed.

Suddenly, my steps stopped.

Wow.

The paint my grandfather used at this time?

The man had his back to me, standing on the outermost side of the bookshelf, quiet, still, and moving.

"Wait a minute!" Li Chengyi suddenly thought of something, "Does the old version sell the paint that he hasn't painted yet?"

"It doesn't matter who he is." A golden sword quickly appeared in Jiang Xianyi's hand and he hurried back.

The desk lamp under the desk outside the corner still shines with yellow light.

"I buy paintings. All comic strips, and paintings that his grandfather once painted outside his shop."

Approaching the store door, under the dark bookshelf inside, a bald old man was lying half on a wooden chair, playing a fighting game on his mobile phone.

I haven't read all the details of the comic strips in succession.

"In the end, what's the key?"

But still nothing was found, and the radiant force field was not useful at all.

I turned around, opened the bathroom door, and returned to the living room.

The old man was still chattering. It was obvious that there was a blind spot environment outside, so this man might be a blind spot monster, and should be a living person outside reality.

"Staff?" The old man was stunned, "Yes, what kind of clerk do you need for a store as big as yours?"

"He's at the right time. Over there, there will be a lot of old things in the future, but there will be too few old comics of all kinds!"

My mind was constantly spinning, trying to find any key point that could have anything to do with the practice.

This big fat man is very strange, and it’s hard to say it has nothing to do with the paint.

The old man put down his phone and glanced at him.

The man in the white dress who was just there just now disappeared.

The faucet also turned off automatically. Li Chengyi felt horrified. "That's right!"

Li Chengyi frowned slightly, feeling nothing weird.

That means that I just suffered from weak electromagnetic radiation interference, which caused the cell phone's timekeeping to fail.

Very slowly, he walked to the first two rows of bookshelves. The old man bent down, pulled out a small wooden box from the ground, and finished unpacking it.

The distance between the two people is quickly getting closer.

The bathroom door in front of me opened with a click.

"When you buy a book, you choose it yourself. Look at the wooden sign for the price."

"He...is this person at this time..." I pointed at Li Chengyi, as if I remembered something.

"The Wanyou brand is bad."

You are standing, moving and talking, but you are just like a sculpture, with your back to Li Chengyi.

I didn’t answer. The man moved as if he didn’t hear me.

With my weak senses now, I can actually detect how you left!

My eyes were fixed on the living room.

Fine dust also covered the ground, and under the dust, there was only a line of my footprints, extending from the bookshelf to the outside.

Carrying a cart full of comics and picture frames, Li Chengyi found a hotel far away and stayed there.

"?" Upon hearing this, the bald old man immediately raised his head and looked at Li Chengyi carelessly in the dim light.

That's why Jiang Xianyi thought of that.

Li Chengyi stayed outside the room, constantly reading all the comic books.

It’s about knowing when you’ve completely disappeared.

While I was unpacking the box, I kept talking about the advantages of physical books and comic books, many of which were suitable for enlightening and cultivating the Eight Views for older children.

"Forget it, can I ask, what brand of paint did his grandfather hate using the most?" Li Chengyi asked again.

I walked back between the bookshelves and stopped at the spot where the man had just stopped.

"It's broken. All the comic strips in that magazine have been pulled out. You've come to the right place. There are very few comic strips in the old version, and now there's only one in your comic strip. As for your grandfather's paintings..." the old man said.

over.

"I don't have any paint, old man." The old man smiled.

You are barefoot, with less than one-eighth of your white thighs exposed, your hands hang naturally, and you stand straight.

"Look..." Li Chengyi squinted his eyes, not feeling that something was right yet.

The storefront is still so shabby, but it has been renovated.

Is this something from many years ago? How can it still be there now?

But the old man is in a blind spot, so you can understand...

I am not just an old man flipping through it. While flipping it, I will also cover it with a radiant force field and check it.

Between the two bookshelves, one end is a blind corner of the wall, and the other end is not my exit.

Jiang Xianyi was slightly distracted, turned sideways and looked in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

really!

"You've sorted out the books here for a long time. They're all about natural science. What does he want?"

Jiang Xianyi responded casually, while looking around and taking in the surrounding environment.

Jiang Xianyi remembered the name, then dragged out a small box of comic books, and threw them all out of the car, including the paintings drawn by the old man and grandpa.

Determine the situation of the objects in the blind spot. At this time, there is a man standing. Phew.

At the same time, I also provided information to AI Rose to search for Wanyou brand pigments.

"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about that, don't care what he uses it for, come here." I stood up quickly and motioned for Li Chengyi to follow me out.

The bookshelves were empty, except for one person.

"You remember that. At this time, supplies are plentiful, and there are few brands for me to choose from. After all, there are only a few stores around." Old Man Bai said with a smile.

The crackling combos erupted with various light and shadow effects, and the fight was quite intense.

"Boss, did he also hire some helpers?" Li Chengyi looked back at the old man and asked casually.

The man is still making noises.

I didn't notice any movement at all. How did those two people... retreat!?

"What's wrong?" Old Man Bai came over confused and followed Li Chengyi's gaze.

You stood quietly outside the shadow between the bookshelves, with your back to that side and your face to the white wall, knowing where you were.

Li Chengyi narrowed his eyes, and his whole body was covered in knotted hair, flying flowers, and scale clothes that consciously appeared in a tangible fusion state.

A wisp of white skirt floated slightly from the door. The water flowed loudly, and Li Chengyi pulled the towel to wipe the water from his face.

I looked up and saw that I was the only one with no footprints on the ground.
To be continued...