Whether Old Demon Spirit had tired himself out from cursing or that cigarette had sobered him up, he finally realized that everyone was still on a battlefield.
The wings on his back fluttered, drawing Janet's gaze to him since she had wings as well. He flew over to a bookshelf and fiddled with it for a moment, and a large hole opened in the floor.
"Get in, quickly. We'll find somewhere safe to talk."
"An underground passage? I like your style."
Su Ming looked at the dark square opening and nodded at Old Demon Spirit. Sure enough, boys who loved burrowing underground never had bad luck.
Old Demon Spirit had no idea what he meant. Flapping his little wings, he jumped down first. Once everyone had followed, he flipped another switch and sealed the entrance again.
This was no simple underground passage. It extended in every direction like a maze, its walls entirely formed from piled-up books. There were too many books to count, and many had lost pages that lay scattered outside them.
Old Demon Spirit somehow produced a torch and held it up to guide them. It was completely out of place amid this city's high-tech atmosphere.
"What are all these stories around us?"
Su Ming questioned Old Demon Spirit as he casually pulled a large book from the wall and flipped through it. The Universal Translator recited the contents it photographed in a standard electronic voice beside his ear.
The story in this book concerned a god he had never heard of, recording the legend of his life. He was one of the Dawn Gods who had interacted quite extensively with humanity.
According to the book, this ancient god had the face of a woman but the broad back and waist of a tiger. He controlled a