Legend of the Embroiderer

As time passed, the sunlight outside the library gradually lost its dazzling brightness during the day and became softer and softer.

Finally, when night fell completely, the indoor lighting quietly changed from bright sunlight to dim and flickering candlelight.

However, even though the surrounding environment has changed so much, Su Mengyao's figure still keeps shuttling back and forth between the rows of tall bookshelves.

Her gaze was like two extremely sharp lightning bolts, shooting straight at every book and every inch of space in front of her, as if she really possessed a magical power that could travel through time and space and see through everything.

It can directly penetrate the layers of historical fog and explore the truth hidden therein.

Just when Su Mengyao felt desperate and was about to give up hope, an inconspicuous and seemingly ordinary book suddenly caught her eye.

This old book lies quietly in a corner of the bookshelf. Its cover is not covered with dense text like other books to highlight the importance or uniqueness of its content.

Only simple ink lines were used to carefully outline a mysterious pattern. It was a lifelike eye, as if it had life, quietly gazing at everything in the world.

Su Mengyao, feeling uneasy and curious, reached out her hand carefully as if she were treating a rare treasure and gently opened the mysterious book.

When the pages of the book are slowly turned, the unique scent of old paper hits you in the face, making you intoxicated.

However, what surprised her even more was that what was recorded in the book was not the common historical materials or general knowledge.

Rather, it is a series of ancient legends and hidden secrets that have long been submerged in the long river of time and forgotten by people in the depths of time.

In an instant, Su Mengyao felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand and began to beat wildly.

She was keenly aware that this unremarkable book in front of her might be the key clue she had been searching for for so long!

In a dark and deep corner of the library, Su Mengyao's eyes were involuntarily attracted by an ancient painting hanging on the wall.

The picture presented after the scroll was unfolded is magnificent, depicting the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty in exquisite detail:

The busy streets, the bustling crowds, the magnificent palaces... everything is so vivid and lively, as if it can take people through time and space back to that glorious era.

However, just as Su Mengyao was immersed in this prosperous scene, she vaguely felt that behind this bustling appearance, there seemed to be some unknown secrets waiting to be discovered.

As a result, her heart, which was already beating rapidly due to excitement, was now like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, beating faster and faster, more and more violently.

As she continued to explore and dig deeper into these secrets, Su Mengyao felt that every step she took seemed to be stepping heavily on the strong and powerful pulse of history, and every step she took could cause a slight tremor.

Su Mengyao gently stretched out her hand and touched the scroll gently as if she was stroking a rare treasure.

When her fingertips touched the scroll, a unique texture was instantly transmitted, as if a mysterious power was seeping into the depths of her soul through her fingertips.

This texture was so unique that she couldn't help but feel a strong intuition in her heart: this painting was definitely not an ordinary work!

Her gaze, like a nimble butterfly, dances lightly and intently over every detail in the painting. She is captivated by the delicate lines, lifelike colors, and subtle changes in light and shadow.

What finally caught her eye and held it in focus was a seemingly insignificant, even somewhat random, mark of ink.

This tiny symbol was like a hidden star in the night sky. If she didn't possess extraordinary keen observation skills, she would probably have difficulty detecting its existence.

With full of curiosity and anticipation, Su Mengyao carefully took the scroll down from the wall.

As the scroll moved, she was surprised to find that there was a piece of yellowed parchment hidden on the back of the scroll.

The parchment was covered with dense words and patterns, which were like deep marks left by time, carrying an unknown past.

Su Mengyao stared at these unfamiliar words, her heart filled with confusion and shock.

These characters have strange shapes and complex structures, and obviously belong to some extremely ancient and little-known language system.

Although she had never seen such words in person, deep down in her heart, she could feel the powerful power they contained, as if they were whispering about a historical event long buried in the dust of time.

"This is..." Su Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, mixed with uncontrollable excitement.

Her eyes were sparkling with bright light at this moment, like two dazzling gems. That light contained both surprise at the unknown and excitement about solving the mystery.

She knew very well that the content recorded on the parchment in front of her was very likely to be the key to uncovering the truth of that dusty history.

At this critical moment, there was a loud "bang" and the heavy wooden door of the library, which was originally closed, was suddenly pushed open from the outside without any warning!

Immediately afterwards, a burst of rapid footsteps like a storm suddenly rang out, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original tranquility of this space.

Su Mengyao, who was sitting in the corner, felt her heart tremble suddenly, and an ominous premonition instantly came to her mind.

She subconsciously held her chest tightly, as if this could calm her heart that was beating rapidly due to nervousness.

She knew very well that the shocking secret she had just accidentally discovered had most likely touched the sensitive nerves of some unknown forces, thus bringing unnecessary trouble or even fatal disaster.

Thinking of this, Su Mengyao did not dare to delay for a moment. With lightning speed, she carefully hid the extremely precious parchment in her arms, and then deftly hung the mysterious ancient painting back to its original position.

Although her series of movements were smooth and seamless without any drag, her heart was already like a raging sea, stirring up huge waves.

Su Mengyao wasn't someone who was easily defeated by fear. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her chaotic thoughts.

She kept reminding herself to stay absolutely calm and composed. Only in this way could she have a chance of survival in this dangerous environment full of dangers and countless unknown variables.

Su Mengyao's beautiful eyes sparkled with determination and courage, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

Deep in her heart, her strong desire to find the truth and her determination to face difficulties and obstacles without flinching are intertwined with each other.

They gathered into an incomparably powerful force, supporting her to move forward courageously and throw herself into this thrilling adventure that might be a matter of life and death...