Book Demon

"This old man is nothing but a stubborn old mule!!"

Wang Xiaohu cursed under his breath as he left the bookstore.

Chen Luo had thrown him out.

Though his mouth was fierce with curses, he could not help worrying inside. Not long after leaving, he sent two men over to assist Chen Luo, telling them to keep a close eye on the old man's condition at all times. If he tripped or bumped into something, there would at least be someone there to look after him.

Chen Luo wrote this book very slowly.

The book was about himself. He wrote from the time he first remembered things all the way up to the present, leaving out none of the steps in between. Reliving his life like this gave him the feeling of starting over. As he sorted through his heart, he saw many things he had failed to see before.

For instance, obsession.

Becoming immortal was also an obsession.

When he raised his head and looked once more at the drifting stars in the sky, Chen Luo vaguely sensed a trace of familiarity.

Perhaps it isn't spiritual power that has been isolated outside, but me.

Chen Luo stood in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon overhead, when a sudden realization rose in his heart.

"Old sir, it's cold. Why don't you go back inside and sit?" The two young men Wang Xiaohu had sent over cautiously spoke up from the doorway.

During the days they had spent at the bookstore, both of them had been beaten by Chen Luo, and they knew the old man's temper. But remembering their Chief Escort's orders, they could not help reminding him anyway.

"Go back, both of you."

Chen Luo withdrew his thoughts, said a word to the two young men, then turned