Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Cole insisted with both hands over his head and he said, “Please do have a look.”
Gu Mengmeng could not do anything to Cole but to accept the esoterica and said, “Alright, I have taken the book, you can surely go back now?”
Cole shook his head and said, “I’m staying to serve the great Messenger.”
Gu Mengmeng’s face was as stiff as it could be as she thought to herself, “Well, serving is one thing, but can you stop using the ambiguous and grieving eyes and looked at me as though I have did something to you?”
Gu Mengmeng sighed, turned back into the house and pounced into Elvis’s arm. “Hubby, there’s a stalker outside.”
Elvis was also feeling despair and he said, “We have to fight him off a few times, even his legs were broken yet he came back with a walking stick. Well, he is Sauder’s leader and we are on their land after all, it won’t be nice if we really kill him.”
Gu Mengmeng sighed and said, “That’s right…”
Lea said, “Bring out the skills you had when you turned a cold eye on me, just ignore him totally.”
Gu Mengmeng stared at Lea and said, “Is your family heirloom just acting cute and pitiful? You did it the last time too…”
Lea’s smile froze on his face. He turned and said coldly, “He is not my family.”
After which, he left the stone house and on his way grabbed Cole who was sitting by the entrance.
Gu Mengmeng pursed her lips, looked up at Elvis and asked, “Hubby, did I say something wrong?”
Elvis rubbed Gu Mengmeng’s head and said, “It’s alright, Lea will not blame you.”
“Sobs sobs sobs, I said something wrong indeed…”
Elvis felt despaired. Often, he would be jealous of how Lea was able to make Gu Mengmeng happy with words and how he always knew all the outcome of saying different things in different circumstances.
While he could never learn it for himself.
Feeling bored, Gu Mengmeng flipped open the “300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty”. Honestly, the state of the book persevering till this state deserved to be vacuum sealed and kept in a museum if it was the modern world, right? But the content inside was just poetry, the type that was sold on discount for nine dollars and ninety-nine cents on Amazon.
It was the first time in her life for Gu Mengmeng to look at poetry with so damn much caution.
But flipping through it, Gu Mengmeng found some differences. She seemed to understand why the previous Messenger of the Beast Deity told Sauder they must hand this over to the next one.
There were words on the book which looked like it was written with a ballpoint pen.
Gu Mengmeng exclaimed quietly in her heart, why did others transmigrate with at least a “300 Poems of the Tang Dynasty” and a pen, while the only thing she brought along was a pair of bikinis…
Most of the words faded with time and could not be read clearly, together with the damages of the book, Gu Mengmeng could not read the messages left by the previous Messenger fully, she could only get a few paragraphs of it by combining.
The previous Messenger was an honorable consultant of the Ching society. It was common to see this type of people on television, frankly speaking, they were just charlatans doing fortune telling on the streets after paying for a seemingly prestigious title.
“No wonder he had to call fire the Flame Devil, he was someone whom make a living out of superstitions.” Gu Mengmeng murmured to herself.
Elvis glanced at the book… He couldn’t read it at all, everything resembled scrawly handwritings…
Gu Mengmeng wanted to find more details in it, but it was difficult to piece out other effective messages. The word that kept repeating was ‘dream’.
