The Disappearing Books Haven't Disappeared?
Jiang Xiao and the others looked at each other.
What kind of statement is that?
Isn't it just as hard to understand as if a person claims to be hungry after a full meal?
"No, listen to me, those books didn't vanish into thin air, they just..."
The old man swallowed and said with bright eyes.
"They simply aged away and disappeared."
Aged away and disappeared?
The elder pointed to some inconspicuous gray dust on the table.
"This is what's left of those disappearing books!"
"Uh..."
Jiang Xiao took some of the powder with his hand, sniffed it, and realized there was no smoke smell; it certainly wasn't ash.
Wang Dayong casually picked up a book, flipped through it, and asked in confusion.
"Even so, that doesn't make sense. How could perfectly fine books age? Weren't these books all delivered together? Why do the other books look fine?"
"That's the terrifying truth we just discovered...."
