Tianshi Museum

When Lao Zhao came to the Tianshi Museum again, Xia Zha was the only one in Tianbo... No, it should be said to be a zombie.

Old Zhao suddenly panicked.

He only remembered that he knocked on the door, and not long after, Xia Zha who was holding a book opened the door, turned sideways and smiled and invited him in.

That appearance, that aura, is absolutely amazing.

Then he walked in with one hand and one foot.

There's no way, knowing the other party's true identity, the pressure coming from the bottom of my heart is really not just talking.

Xia Zha put down his book, made him a pot of tea, and said, "May I ask if you are looking for Shen Gon? He has something to do, and he may not be back until a while."

Lao Zhao quickly stood up straight, and respectfully picked up the tea: "Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome, you don't have to be so formal."

That being said, even though Xia Zha behaved politely, behaved with elegance and style, and had a very friendly attitude, Lao Zhao, who has studied nature and science for more than 20 years, was very nervous when he thought that he was a thousand-year-old zombie.

That is a millennium, what kind of concept is this?

Human society can undergo several changes, and dynasties can be replaced several times, and the vicissitudes of life become mulberry fields.

He tried to divert his attention by the topic: "Well, is Shen Gun there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself twice - when he first came in, no one said that Shen Gun had gone out!

The embarrassment of overflowing the screen!

Xia Zha replied patiently again: "Don't worry, he left the door an hour ago, and he should be back soon."

Old Zhao's embarrassment was eased in time.

"Okay! Then I'll wait for him later."

It was also an emergency, he was in a hurry, and forgot to call Shen Gun first to ask.

As soon as the scene calmed down, Old Zhao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles: "What are you looking at?"

"Are you talking about this?" Xia Zha raised the book in his hand and spread it out to Lao Zhao, "This is the chronicle written by Shen Gong and the main points of demons, gods and ghosts, so that I can understand and integrate into this era. I am seeing it today. Traffic rules and talismans, this traffic sign is very interesting, but a little difficult to remember."

Traffic rules?Talisman article?

Just listening to the name, Lao Zhao was puzzled, and looked closely, only to find that the words on the book were handwritten in lower case with a brush, and the pictures of the traffic signs were printed in color and pasted on it.The pages are neat and clean, and the paper is brand new, probably recently written.After reading it carefully, I found that the words on it were written vertically from right to left as in ancient times, and it was a bit difficult for ordinary people to read.

"What the hell... Shen Gun wrote it?!"

Old Zhao was shocked, he couldn't see that Shen Gun still had this patience.

Xia Zha nodded: "Well, the content of the book is detailed and the narration is interesting. It is the perfect enlightenment reading for me."

For Xia Zha, the memory of the past is missing, the gap between the times is huge, and many things cannot be understood immediately by simply talking about them.Therefore, Shen Gun wrote these books so that he could read them repeatedly.For the TOEFL, in the past few months, Xia Zha's modern knowledge and knowledge of ghosts have become more and more solid, and Shen Gun will conduct surprise tests on him from time to time.

When he has new ideas, he will also write new "textbooks" for Xia Zha to study and read.

Hearing this, Lao Zhao unexpectedly said: "I didn't expect Lao Shen to be so careful."

It’s enough to write a book, and use a brush to imitate the ancient typesetting, and divide it into categories, from disciplines to strange things, everything that one expects to find.

This is by no means the Shen Dang that Lao Zhao is familiar with.

"That's right." Xia Zha smiled, "The appearance of dissatisfaction on the surface is unexpectedly a person with a delicate heart."

Of course, he has slowly begun to get used to the modern way of reading.

The latest textbook, Shen Gun, is compiled with modern typesetting and fonts.

"His hard pen writing is also chic and powerful."

While praising, Xia Zha took out a copy of "Chronicle of Evil-Repelling Spiritual Objects" and showed it to Old Zhao.

His attitude was so peaceful, after a long time, Lao Zhao gradually relaxed, and curiously took the book to read.This book sounds advanced, but it seems even more difficult to understand, and it is completely beyond the outline for Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao turned over two pages and returned the book to Xia Zha. While feeling sorry for Shen Gun's patience, he couldn't help teasing Xia Zha about his rich knowledge reserve: "This guy was a top student when he was a student. I didn't expect to have a minor With so much supernatural knowledge, I and other scumbags can't match it."

"But you..."

"You don't need to use an honorific title, just call me Xia Zha."

"Okay." Old Zhao Congshan nodded and said, "But Xia Zha, can you read all these books?"

Xia Zha replied: "After reading it carefully once or twice, I can probably remember it."

Old Zhao: ...We really are scumbags.

"Drink tea." Xia Zha said to Lao Zhao, "This tea is made from spiritual plants, and it can wash away the yin energy you just contracted."

"Yin Qi?"

Xia Zha nodded: "This yin energy must be the reason why you came to find Shen Dun. Although it is not fatal, it is still better, otherwise there will be some bad luck."

Only then did Lao Zhao remember his purpose when he came, and quickly listened to Xia Zha's words and took a sip of tea.The tiredness and drowsiness disappeared immediately, and the whole body was relaxed and happy.

Old Zhao couldn't help but said: "Xia Zha, you are really a good person, unlike Lao Shen, last time I called him, he said he couldn't see him, why do you think there are such black-hearted people in this world? It's hard for you worked with him."

Xia Zha explained, "Actually, during the call, Mr. Zhao, when you said that you would come, Shen Gun made the calculations and knew that there would be no serious problems, so he refused so simply."

"Yes, is it?" Old Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's my relationship."

Although Shen Gun has a weird temper, he is not a person who disregards other people's lives.

"Crack-"

At this moment, the door of the Tianshi Museum opened.

Shen Gun walked in carrying two big bags of food and daily necessities.

Xia Zha closed the book and asked naturally, "Are you back?"

"Ah."

Shen Gun put down the things in his hand: "Today we will make boiled fish for lunch, but you can't eat it."

If the zombies eat the food, they will not be able to taste the food, and at the same time, they will waste spiritual power to decompose them.

Yes, but really not necessary.

Xia Zha: "You don't have to repeat it every time, I won't show disappointment."

Shen Gun sighed softly: "That's really a pity."

After sighing, he looked at the book in Xia Zha's hand: "You read it very quickly. Next time, try the printed version with modern layout. I hope your reading and memory speed will not slow down because of this."

"Okay, thank you, I'm going to trouble you again." Xia Zha sincerely thanked him for his help, "But I don't think my reading speed will slow down, because your writing is almost the same as the printed version, very beautiful .”

When Shen Gun heard this, he turned his face unaccustomed, and raised his voice and said forcefully: "Don't praise me specially. Anyway, you are going to work for the Tianshi Museum, and the wool comes from the sheep."

Sure enough, he is a duplicity person.

Xia Zha thought to himself.

Old Zhao: "... please allow me to interrupt, Old Shen, you should look at me."

He is so big, so not tall but slightly fat, how could he be so completely ignored? !

Hearing this, Shen Gong really took a look at him.

Just one glance, nothing more.

"Oh, here you are."

Old Zhao: ...

So indifferent and ruthless.

Forget it, just don't "tsk".

"I'm here to ask you for help."

As a dedicated working party, he has been very busy since graduation. Even if he and Shen Gun are in the same city, they may not see each other once a month.

Now I come to Tianbo twice a week, there must be something.

Shen Gun gave him a look, motioning for him to continue.

Old Zhao took a sip of his tea, and explained the purpose of his visit with a sad face: "My car broke down again."

Neither Xia Zha nor Shen Gun spoke.

Old Zhao was in a hurry: "No, give me some feedback..."

Shen Gun: "Unfortunately, I don't know how to repair cars."

Old Zhao: "..."