Chapter 10

His thought moves, "clatter!" Ang hits something, and his consciousness is flicked away.

Calming down to look, he is blocked outside the core area of the Palace of Breath. Inside is the sleeping place of the King.

Obviously, some barrier is blocking Ang's consciousness from entering this area. However, Ang has no feeling, neither surprised nor disappointed, turning his head and drifting toward the highest tower on the east side.

The Palace of Breath is very huge, with five major building groups. The center is naturally the core area of the Palace of Breath, and the other four major building groups are arranged symmetrically at the four corners. This tower on the east side is the highest.

Ang's consciousness enters here with a "sou" and does not hit the barrier.

Looking like a high tower from the outside, but looking inside, it is more like a chimney. The internal structure has no levels or intervals at all, just a cylindrical space going straight up and down, all the way to the top of the tower.

It is empty inside, with nothing, only a small podium placed on the ground in the middle, with a book on it.

Yes, a small podium with a book on it. This is the only two things in the entire high tower.

Ang's consciousness drifts over and touches that book, surprisingly discovering that this is actually a book made of brass, hard and heavy.

Following Ang's touch, the brass book flips open with a "shua." A huge phantom rises into the sky, instantly filling the internal space of the entire high tower. That is the phantom of this book.

Ang somewhat understands why this tower was built so high. If it weren't so high, it would definitely not be able to accommodate the phantom of this book.

The phantom of the book is opened and stood up, presenting the inner pages. The inner pages originally had no words, but after flipping, golden characters gradually floated on the pages.

Ang tilts his head, looking blankly, and has not moved for a long time.

In the pages, the phantom of a giant brass dragon emerges, somewhat puzzled: "Why is it a little skeleton? Cough cough, um, do you not know how to read?"

Ang nods.

"If you don't know how to read, what are you doing in the library? Nonsense." The giant brass dragon complains: "Forget it, although I can dictate, that is too unstylish. It's your gain."

A piece of information is poured into Ang's soul, directly imprinted on it.

"Eh? Your soul is quite solid, why are you only at the gray bone rank?" The giant brass dragon mutters in confusion.

Ang is bewildered. He does not understand what it means, but he understands the words on the pages. The information the giant brass dragon imprinted in his soul is actually the knowledge of words.

The words on the pages are: Huang Tong Book, knows everything, can only ask one question each time.

Can ask questions? Knows everything? Ang tilts his head and asks with his soul: "Who are you?"

"Hahahaha, finally someone asked this question, finally someone asked this question! God, God, you are too smart, you actually thought of asking this question?" The giant brass dragon is so excited that it almost jumps out of the page.

People who are allowed to enter the library do not know about the Huang Tong Dragon. Plus, the rule here is that only one question is allowed. No one will waste a precious opportunity to ask who the Huang Tong Dragon is. The Huang Tong Dragon is the Huang Tong Dragon, who else could it be?

"Good boy, you asked the right question. Listen carefully, I am the Huang Tong Book, the God of Knowledge, the all-knowing Negris!" Negris's voice is like a bell, rumbling in Ang's soul.

Ang tilts his head and looks at it. Negris also tilts its neck and aims at Ang. After staring at each other for a long time, Negris cannot hold back and asks: "Have you never heard my name?"

Ang nods.

Negris is dejected: "I knew it. What can a little skeleton know? Do you have no other questions to ask?"

Ang tilts his head, and his soul emits a confused inquiry: "One question."

"Doesn't count, doesn't count. Just now that didn't count as a question, but a reward. Those who know my divine name, as long as they call my name, can ask me a question every day." Negris says hurriedly.

Originally, that was a trap of bad taste set by Negris. If someone asked who he was, he would tell the other party after answering that it was a question, and then, in the midst of the other party's great sorrow, tell the other party that they could call his divine name to ask him questions, one every day.

It was hard to win the opportunity to enter the library, but only one question was allowed. Changing to being able to ask one every day is of course a reward. Then one could see the other party's expression change from great sorrow to great joy, ups and downs. In this extreme emotional change, he satisfied his bad taste.

However, since it was sealed here, for thousands of years, no one has stepped into this trap. It was hard to win an opportunity, who wouldn't inquire about Negris's background before entering?

As for what its divine name is, no one pays attention. No matter how powerful a god is, isn't he still sealed here? Can he be more powerful than the Undying King?

Thousands of years have passed, and it was hard to run into one who stepped into the trap, but it was a guy like Ang who didn't play by the rules. After asking who he was, he really didn't intend to ask again, almost suffocating Negris to death.

"Ask, ask another one. I am the all-knowing God of Knowledge. There is nothing I don't know." Ang's indifferent attitude makes Negris somewhat annoyed, and he cannot help but urge him. He is ready to answer Ang's question well, letting him feel what the power of the God of Knowledge is.

"Oh." Ang thinks for a while and asks: "King, where did he go?"

The phantom of the huge Huang Tong Book snaps shut, closing the phantom of the Huang Tong Dragon inside, then shrinks rapidly, shrinking back to the brass physical book on the small podium. With a "pa," the physical brass book also closes.

The annoyed voice of the giant brass dragon Negris echoes in the space: "Don't know."

So many questions not asked, but asked this one. Negris himself wants to know where the Undying King went. Clearly a little skeleton, but his personality is so strange, his questions are so tricky, not cooperative at all. Not playing anymore, strike!

Looking at the space that has returned to its original state, Ang tilts his head, and his consciousness retreats. The little temper tantrum of the giant brass dragon has no effect on him at all. Ang is just a little skeleton, and there are not so many questions that need to be answered.

His consciousness turns, and he wants to drift to another building group, but Ang feels someone push him. It is his body that was pushed.

Ang's consciousness retreats to his body, and he immediately feels someone shaking his body desperately. Turning his head to look, it is actually the little zombie.

Seeing Ang react, the little zombie, who was anxious and howling, continues to howl, pointing wildly in one direction. Ang looks in the direction the little zombie is pointing and sees a Tough-Skin Zombie moving from afar, eyes rolling white, hands stretched out long, pouncing toward Ang with aggression.

Does this count as "taking the initiative to attack"? A question rises in Ang's soul. He reaches out to his waist and draws his sickle, cutting out nimbly.