High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 35 - Deng Xiaoxian_1

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The Yunhua Residential Complex storefront facing the street.

Outside the San You Bookstore.

Seeing the black announcement board still hanging outside the window, Zheng Qing’s disappointment was clear.

It seemed the gentleman hadn’t returned yet.

Humans often feel fear in the face of new things.

The thought of stepping into a completely unfamiliar environment made Zheng Qing feel a sense of apprehension.

Agreeing to attend the top university, he couldn’t help but wonder, was it too hasty?

Sometimes Zheng Qing thought, no one in his family really understood this school.

Was his rash decision okay?

At times like these, he really hoped to receive guidance from the gentleman.

He took off a wrinkled Yellow Talisman Paper from behind the black announcement board.

Looking left and right, Zheng Qing saw no strangers.

He held the talisman paper in his palm, silently chanting a spell.

The talisman paper twisted into the shape of a key and reluctantly slid into the keyhole.

Zheng Qing turned the knob and opened the bookstore’s door.

He then took out the paper and glued it back behind the black announcement board.

The store was deserted and extremely quiet.

With no visitors for so long, the room was filled with the scent of books.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, a satisfying smell of books filled his lungs.

When I’m old, I also want to have a large bookstore.

Basking in the sun, lying in a deck chair, with a book covering my face, inhaling the scent of books to my heart’s content.

Walking between the bookshelves, Zheng Qing thought with admiration.

The bookstore was small, only about forty or fifty square meters.

The window and door headed north-south, and the bookshelves inside were also arranged in this orientation.

In the southeast corner of the bookstore, there was a wooden ladder.

Above the ladder was a narrow attic, filled with some sundries, and dried fish from the Yellow Flowered Cat.

Underneath the ladder was a tightly closed single-panel wooden door painted in dark black.

The wooden door was less than two meters high and slightly over one meter wide.

The door sill was about two inches high, with a pair of smooth cylindrical wood posts on either side that were just a tad taller than the door sill.

They had no carving or any other decorations.

No Door God was affixed to the door.

Only a rabbit hair brush and a small pot of embroidered oil were hanging with a thin hemp rope.

On the left side of the wooden door, there was a brass knocker with the shape of a turtle back snake.

The holder was a turtle, while the knocker was a snake coiled on the turtle’s back.

The knocker was now tightly nestled on the turtle’s back, leaving no leeway.

The turtle was huddled in its shell, exposing six small pitch-black holes.

Zheng Qing picked up the brush hanging on the door and gently scratched the snake’s chin.

The snake hissed and raised its body, revealing a door knocker.

Zheng Qing took the brush, dipped it in the fragrant oil, and applied it to the snake tail.

The snake quivered its tail.

Slowly, a small head peered out from underneath the turtle shell.

Click, a sound of unlocking came from the wooden door.

Zheng Qing looked gratifyingly at the small turtle as it licked the fragrant oil on the snake tail clean, then pulled the snake-shaped door knocker and tugged hard.

The wooden door was opened abruptly, and a dark corridor showed up before his eyes.

This corridor was constructed specifically for Zheng Qing by the gentleman.

Following the corridor for about a hundred meters, he would find himself in the Bookstore “Nine Have” of Hui Zi Ji.

The gentleman was often not in the store, so Zheng Qing often helped look after the two stores on his days off.

As he was not able to find Hui Zi Ji on his own yet, Mr.Wu helped him open a passage between the two stores.

This way, even if the gentleman wasn’t around, Zheng Qing could still keep an eye on both storefronts.

In the past, Zheng Qing had always held the mystical passageway in reverence and had many wild thoughts.

But after his clock journey at the Four Seasons Pavilion, he realized that the corridor was merely built by the application of superior magical skills.

People often hold reverence for mysterious things they can’t understand, but against an understandable outstanding achievement, they can only have a sense of envy.

Strolling in the corridor, Zheng Qing’s longing for the top university resurged.

He hoped someday, he too could construct a marvelous corridor such as this.

The bookstores on both ends of the corridor shared the same loneness and quietness.

The Yellow Flowered Cat was nowhere to be seen.

He glanced at the cat food box, threw away the already hardened dried fish, then portioned out some time to mop a bit of the dust in the room.

He finally watered the few pots of Clivia on the window sill.

When the bookstore was closed, some customers may list the books they need and slide the list through the door gap into the bookstore.

Zheng Qing’s main task was to collect these lists, select each book the customers needed from the bookshelf, and wrap them in parchment paper.

The wrapped books are then placed next door at Spring Reviving Hall.

The next time customers come, they can directly collect the books from Spring Reviving Hall.

There weren’t many customers this time, just three.

The books they purchased were mainly professional books on magic rune construction.

Once Zheng Qing finished wrapping the books and writing the names on the parchment paper, he made a satisfactory stretch, observing the small bookstore.

The Bookstore “Nine Have” in Hui Zi Ji and the bookstore in Yunhua Residential Complex were similar in size.

He remembered that the abandoned Three Yous Bookstore in Four Seasons Pavilion also had the same dimensions.

He had been puzzled why the gentleman opened so many bookstores.

He sighed, and holding three packages, Zheng Qing walked out of the bookstore.

The streets were still scantily populated.

It seemed this marketplace never had a bustling day.

Maybe this was the stronghold of stubborn wizards as mentioned in history books.

Zheng Qing grinned, realizing he had recently started to understand these previously unnoticed details.

He read books for just a few more days, yet his understanding of the world had completely changed.

Many details he had not noticed before now held deeper meanings in his eyes.

Four years later, after graduating from the university, how would he see the world?

As he looked around, he observed the narrow street and its antiquated view with hope for the future.

“Put the package on the counter yourself.” a lazy voice came from beside Zheng Qing.

He turned his head in surprise.

At the entrance of the adjacent Spring Reviving Hall, a young man in flip-flops, draped in a white robe, a bun made from his Daoist hairstyle, and holding a small teapot, was engrossed in an ancient threaded book.

“Pan Lv Er, you’re reading ‘The Golden Lotus’ again.” Zheng Qing approached with a smile.

The young man reading the book was Deng Xiaoxian, the younger manager of Spring Reviving Hall, known to everyone on the street as Little Manager Deng.

As their stores were next to each other and they interacted frequently, Zheng Qing was quite familiar with the young shopkeeper.

After some time, he took the liberty of giving him the nickname ‘Pan Lv Er’.

Unperturbed, Deng Xiaoxian frequently flaunted the nickname, claiming that it fit him quite well according to Zheng Qing’s account.

What nerve.

Pan Lv Er glanced at Zheng Qing, sipped some tea from his pot, and clearing his throat, he asked, “Heard you are going to the top university?”

The comment made Zheng Qing’s eyes light up; he suddenly remembered the gentleman once mentioned that Deng Xiaoxian had just recently graduated from a university.

Perhaps he could give him some advice!