Chapter 184 History

They walked into the library carefully and found it was in a mess. Bookshelves collapsed, books were scattered all over the floor, many pages had turned yellow, and even weathered and riddled with holes. Zhao Feng was a little worried whether these books could preserve their contents intact.

The black shadow walked up the circular staircase and brought everyone to a spacious hall. The decoration inside was very luxurious, and most importantly, it was well preserved. Except for being covered with dust, it seemed to have not been affected by the war.

Zhao Feng wanted to ask, but the black shadow turned around and made a gesture to silence, and Zhang Shi's nerves suddenly tensed up.

Sure enough, a few crisp footsteps came from the hall from time to time, as if someone was pacing inside. The hall was completely enclosed, very dark inside, and there were many bookshelves placed inside. There were many blind spots in the field of vision, and Zhang Shi could not see clearly for a while.

Just as Zhang Shi was thinking about how to sneak in without alerting the mysterious existence, Chen Beipan made another trick. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched a stone sculpture at the entrance. The stone sculpture had become extremely fragile due to years of weathering, like a candle in the wind, vulnerable to a single blow. Chen Beipan seemed to have only gently pressed it, and it was as if it was gently pushed by an invisible hand. The whole body was shaky and finally collapsed, making close contact with the hard ground, making a deafening noise.

This sudden sound, like a huge rock thrown on a calm lake, instantly broke the tranquility around. Then, a series of dense and rapid footsteps came from the depths of the hall, surging like a tide, and it seemed that countless invisible eyes and inaudible breaths were quietly but unstoppably approaching the direction where Zhang Shi and the others were. There was an indescribable tension and oppression in the air, which made people hold their breath involuntarily, and their heartbeats accelerated, as if even the passage of time had become abnormally slow.

The black shadow was the first to react. He pointed forward and a dark shadow shot out from his body, then spread rapidly in the air, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire hall.

"Hurry up and get rid of them!"

This time, the black shadow's body emitted the voice of the old woman. Zhao Feng had been holding back his anger for a long time. Now that he received the instructions from the old woman, he was the first to rush out, swinging his axe at the air in front of him, regardless of whether he would fight or not, and focusing on fire suppression.

Everyone used their own methods. Although they could not see the opponent, they soon restored silence in the hall.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the black shadow waved his hand and retracted the shadow.

"Let's go. There is a history book inside, which contains detailed records about Lao Duan."

Zhang Shi and his group followed the black shadow and carefully crossed the hall, trying not to make any noise. At this time, the air in the hall seemed to still retain the tension and oppression of the previous battle, which made people alert.

They came to an area where books were placed independently. It was also relatively well preserved. Although the books on the bookshelf were a little worn, they were still neatly arranged. The shadow walked straight to a corner, climbed up a ladder, and looked for something at the top of the bookshelf. Zhang Shi saw that the covers of these books were already covered with traces of time, but the patterns and handwriting on them could still be vaguely seen.

When Zhang Shi passed by, he noticed a huge mirror standing next to the bookshelf. The mirror was more than one person tall, and the frame was inlaid with unknown gems. The mirror was spotless and clearly showed every detail on the visor.

This abnormality attracted Zhang Shi's attention. He set his eyes on the mirror and saw the figures of his teammates through the mirror.

Zhao Feng wiped his battle axe boredly, Chen Beipan looked around furtively, Zhang Dazhuang leaned close behind him, with a vigilant look on his face, like a guard, and Ge Dalong stared at the shadow, as if he did not completely trust him.

Until Zhang Shi set his eyes on Wu Qing, he felt that even his breathing stopped at that moment. Wu Qing's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were as black as ink, and her mouth was cracked at an exaggerated angle, revealing a row of teeth like saw teeth. Her tongue stretched and retracted from time to time, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and her whole face was like a fierce ghost from hell.

Zhang Shi quickly turned around to confirm. Wu Qing, as seen by the naked eye, was normal, still that beautiful and cold face. Zhang Shi turned his head and looked at the mirror, which still showed the image of a fierce ghost.

The mask covered Zhang Shi's expression, but his abnormality still attracted Wu Qing's attention.

"Zhang Shi, what's wrong with you? Did you find anything?"

Zhang Shi did not answer, but stared at the mirror. After confirming that there was nothing unusual about other people, the shock in his heart gradually calmed down.

At this time, the black shadow had found the history book he mentioned and brought it to Zhang Shi, interrupting his thoughts.

"In this wilderness world, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily true."

The black shadow held up the history book, and the book happened to point to the mirror in the distance.

"But the content here must be true!"

Zhang Shi heard the shadow's implication, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Zhao Feng took the history book from the shadow's hand and flipped through the book to find that the pages were made of unknown leather, which was extremely thick and solid. Although the ink on it was a little yellowed, it was still clear and not damaged.

"It's all in foreign languages."

Zhao Feng scratched his head and reluctantly handed the history book to Ge Dalong, who took it and read it carefully page by page. Not long after, he found what they wanted to know.

"Here, it records the city lord's experience of getting Lao Duan."

Zhang Shi temporarily put Wu Qing's matter aside, moved closer to Ge Dalong, and shifted his attention to the content of the history book. Wu Qing also surrounded him, but Zhang Shi quietly stepped back a little and kept a certain distance from her.

Ge Dalong pointed to a passage in the history book and read slowly: "It is said that the city lord accidentally got a mythical-level oriental hatchet in a copy in the early days of the wilderness world. The hatchet is extremely sharp and can split gold and break stones."

"The city lord then used it as his weapon, relying on its sharpness, he cut through all the obstacles and killed all the enemies." Reading this, Ge Dalong was surprised and murmured, "This is a bit far-fetched."

Zhao Feng looked impatient.

"Hey, don't keep me in suspense, keep talking."

Ge Dalong nodded and continued to translate.

"It's said above that the city lord once used Old Duan to chop off a mountain with one sword. The mountain fell and blocked the river, so he was able to lead his men across the river to defeat the powerful enemy."

Zhao Feng burst out laughing.

"I say, the prototype of this city lord can't be Chenxiang splitting the mountain to save his mother, right? Don't you need to say that? I don't believe that human power can chop off a mountain with one sword."

Zhang Shi looked up at the black shadow, who was still standing by and watching them quietly without any reaction. At this time, a new prompt suddenly popped up on Zhang Shi's system interface.

Ding, the survivor triggered the hidden task: The continuation of the myth.

Task stage one, find out the origin of Old Duan.

Task reward, randomly unlock an entry of Old Duan.