Ghost grandmother's village has ghosts

"What did you say!" Nuo Fei's drunkenness suddenly sobered, his face flushed, and he stared at the errand runner.

"The divine book...was stolen" the errand runner said submissively, his face trembling.

"Damn it! Who did it!"

Just hearing a "click", Nuo Fei smashed the wine bottle to pieces, protruding bloodshot eyes, and yelled loudly.

"Lock the city gate! No one is allowed to go out!"

"Yes... yes yes" the errand runner's voice changed in fright.

"Damn it, dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head, don't you fucking want to live?" Nuo Fei said as he walked, walking towards the direction of the statue. When everyone saw this, a group of people followed Nuo Fei , I want to find out who is so bold as to steal the divine book.

"Come on, let's go and have a look too!" I whispered to Ji Nian and others.

Although I don't know what happened to Mengmeng and Noodles, the theft of the divine book in Raksha Ghost City may have something to do with them. In other words, what they have been looking for is the divine book.It's just that I don't know what kind of divine book it is, and why it is in the Raksha Ghost City. I have too many questions.

"What the hell is going on with the fart bug!" I asked looking at the fart bug.

"Hey! You don't know, Brother Xiaozhi, the divine book has been enshrined in the statue temple of Raksha Ghost City, bless our Raksha Ghost City with good weather, and for hundreds of years, our Raksha Ghost City has been peaceful and peaceful. It also depends on this divine book."

"The divine book? What kind of divine book is it!"

"I can't tell you the specifics. I just remember that in the temple of the idol, a brown parchment book has been enshrined in the temple. The citizens of Raksha Ghost City are naturally in awe of this divine book. Who dares to call the attention of the divine book!"

Fart Yan said with a sigh.

"Where is your temple!"

"On the eighth floor of the tower!"

When Ji Nian heard this, his tongue almost flicked, and he said: "My legs are about to break, and I still have to climb the stairs!"

"Shenshu is really so magical?" I questioned.

"Of course!" Brother Chrysanthemum snapped back.

"How to say!"

"Of course, some people still pay attention to the divine book. It's just that hundreds of years have passed. It's really strange that there are so few little thieves stealing books."

Brother Juhua said this, ate a piece of orange, moistened his throat, and continued: "Anyone who steals the divine book will die within a day, and every time the divine book is stolen, the divine book will come back by itself." , Do you think it's strange, is it strange!"

"It's really strange." I nodded, continued to climb the stairs, and looked down from the tower. There was a vast expanse of whiteness below, and I couldn't see the bottom at all.

"Then how did your divine book come about!"

"You came here by yourself, do you believe it?" Brother Chrysanthemum blinked.

I didn't speak, and I looked forward with my deep black eyes. Are there still few mysterious and mysterious things in this world? Many things are rare and many things are unknown, just like the voice in my body.

"Hundreds of years ago, this book suddenly appeared in the Temple of the Gods. At the beginning, everyone saw the tattered parchment and threw it away as garbage, but every time it came back by itself, it was really mysterious. .”

"Yes, yes, people read books and appear in the statue temple, so they simply enshrine them as divine books, so there is an endless stream of people going to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha." Cross-eyed saw Brother Chrysanthemum's lively talk, and interjected.

"What idols are you enshrining!"

"Of course it's the Rakshasa statue, our Rakshasa King!" Brother Chrysanthemum said.