Bookish Secrets

Jiang Qiao opened the book in his hands, titled World of the Dead. On the title page, a line of foreign writing had been scrawled in messy handwriting:

"Once the stone coffin has been opened, how could it possibly be closed again?"

A stone coffin?

What was that supposed to be?

A Supernatural Item? A Supernatural place? Or some kind of metaphor?

The very first sentence successfully caught Jiang Qiao's attention, making him look thoughtful.

"The author probably wouldn't open with a pointless sentence."

"This so-called opening of the stone coffin should be the central theme of the entire book."

With a certain sense of anticipation,

Jiang Qiao began flipping through the book.

World of the Dead. Was it perhaps about the Supernatural World?

However.

After flipping through several pages, he frowned.

As he had imagined, this book was not formally published. It was closer to a handwritten notebook kept by the author. As a result, the writing was chaotic and disorganized, jumping back and forth, with the author writing whatever came to mind. On top of that, the handwriting was so messy that it was almost unbearable.

Jiang Qiao's command of foreign languages was poor to begin with.

Now that he had encountered something that would probably give even foreigners a headache, he could only make out a small portion of it by guessing his way through.

"Damn it!"

"Couldn't you write a little more legibly?"

"Would it have killed you to write in Xia Country's language?"

He muttered a few irritated complaints.

Strictly speaking, a foreigner would of course write in a foreign language. But in Jiang Qiao's eyes, if the author refused to let him understand it, then the man was nothing but a bastard!

There was no reason for it.

"Looks like I'll have to find