Ultimately, knowledge from books needs to be practiced.

Chapter 116

Like a tape recorder that has finally finished playing, the spider stops talking.

The entire institute fell into dead silence.

Zhuo Fu stood dumbfounded in front of the incubator, taking several seconds before he finally came back to his senses.

He violently grabbed the collar of the researcher aside, his breathing was rapid and his voice was taut: "Did you record everything just now?"

The researcher was taken aback by him:

"Dang, sure."

Their experiments are videotaped and backed up, and automatically stored in a database.

"Hurry up and tune out!" Zhuo Fu ordered.

"Yes, yes!" The researcher stammered, "But it might take a little while ......"

"As soon as possible!"

The researcher ran all the way forward to transfer the backup.

Zhuo Fu, on the other hand, walks anxiously in front of the incubator.

If he guessed correctly, this recording spat out from the spider's mouth just now was most likely from the originator of these recent visions, and it was around the time when the gap that escaped the purple mist was created that this broken conversation happened to be recorded by the nearby mutated magical creatures.

The academy is not yet back, Zhuo Fu already a little impatient.

He rushed to the incubator in a single bound:

"Come on, say it again."

The spider gazed at him with eight dark eyes, opened its mouthparts, and uttered a familiar shriek:

Zhuo Fu: "......"

This stupid thing really doesn't help at all.

Forget it, I'll wait.

Finally, five minutes later, the researcher hurried over with a backup of the experiment from earlier.

Zhuo Fu was fully concentrated, listening to the voice over and over again, scribbling and writing something down in his notebook.

After a long time, he paused, then hurriedly dialed Mu Hang's number.

No answer on two consecutive calls.

Zhuo Fu pondered distractedly for a few seconds before suddenly jerking up from his seat.

He instructed the other researchers to work on the rest of the data, but not to touch the spider-demon, before grabbing his coat from the seat and storming out.

This thing can't wait.

*

Inside the Mu Family Book Depository.

Shi An looked incredulously toward the human overhead, asking:

"You, you recognize all the writing on it?"

Mu Hang's speed had been very slow when he was translating at school, but now it was like reading an ordinary human book without any stifling sensation.

Mu Hang stroked Little dragon's spine and replied calmly:

"Yeah."

Shi An: "????"

Wait a minute?

Mu Hang : "There is an argument that the use and interpretation of ancient languages is itself tied to the magic of the writer, which is why modern interpretation of ancient texts can be so difficult."

He lowered his eyes, a slight smile reflecting the silver-white Little dragon on his knee within the pupils of one blue eye:

"It doesn't seem to be a problem for me anymore, does it?"

Shi An: "......"

Scenes from several previous "magic exchanges" with humans came to mind.

Little dragon sucked in a breath of cold air, his pupils rounded with fear.

Mu Hang's eyes fell back on the book.

Without changing his face, he added, "But I'm not specialized in translating ancient texts after all, so there are a lot of places that are still very alien and difficult for me-"

The man spoke with a little chuckle in his quiet voice as he showed one of the pages from the book to Little dragon on his knee:

"Thankfully, there are pictures to fill in the gaps in my imagination."

Shi An: "........................ "

He glanced toward the pages of the book, and with a buzz in his head, he felt his entire dragon begin to burn from the inside out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He flew violently from Mu Hang's lap and flopped down on the book with his wings spread, screaming, "I regret I regret I regret! You're not allowed to read it!"

"Yeah."

Mu Hang looks to Shi An : "After all, this book belongs to you now."

His eyes were slightly darker, like the surface of a dark, heavy sea, and his vision skimmed Little dragon's silver-white torso as if it were substance, with a slight hint of burning that was hard to ignore.

Shi An inexplicably felt a chill down his back:

"Also, no looking at me either!"

Mu Hang didn't answer, just lowered his eyes faintly and raised his hand to carry the dragon back into his arms:

"Do you remember what you promised me earlier?"

"Forget, forget." Little dragon mouthed.

"It's not good to renege." Mu Hang gave a short laugh.

He looked toward the ancient book that had been pushed a short distance away and said, "The book describes that the language of all fantasy species carries magical power, and that by making a promise, an invisible contract is formed, except that most humans don't know and don't have that kind of powerful magical power to be able to make the fantasy species how to honor their promises."

Shi An: "......"

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

In the next second, an invisible force struck.

Shi An's heart skipped a beat as she felt the scene in front of her suddenly change.

It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he had actually taken human form and was currently straddling Mu Hang's lap.

The man's palm was warm and dry with a little thin callus and pressed against his spine, the human burn almost setting that small patch of skin on fire.

Shi An stiffened.

Mu Hang dropped a kiss on the teenager's earlobe, which was beginning to rapidly turn red, his voice low with laughter:

"It actually works."

The curve of the teenager's spine was soft and graceful, and his skin was slightly cool, like a handful of snow that was about to melt in his hands.

At the junction of the tail and caudal vertebrae however, it was covered with a light silvery-white scale.

The feel of it was somewhere between human skin and dragon scales, cold and smooth with a slight pinch, but very pliable.

Further down, the dragon's tail.

The next second, Mu Hang felt the body in his arms shiver violently.

Shi An buried her head evasively into the man's arms, her nostrils disorganized and rapid, revealing only the tips of her two hot, reddened ears.

Mu Hang's eyes darkened and the knot in his throat rolled subconsciously.

The dragon's tail was almost exactly the same to the touch as it had been in memory, like some sort of massive serpent, and underneath the scales was an extremely powerful body that almost no one could fail to recognize the sheer force contained within.

The dragon is able to break giant trees, destroy mountains, and strangle rocks with its powerful tail if it wants to.

However, it's a whole different story when it comes to estrus.

After all, in the world of dragons, tails can convey a wealth of messages.

In addition to deterrence and aggression, it also includes courtship and mating.

The teenager in his arms shivered even more.

It was as if he wanted to hide his entire body in Mu Hang's coat, not realizing that he was only pushing himself into a more dangerous situation.

The root of his tail quivered slightly.

The tip of his tail subconsciously curled around the man's wrist, trying to stop the other man's movements.

Mu Hang leaned close to Shi An's ear and whispered:

"Book knowledge ultimately needs to be practiced, right?"

The man's palm rolled and burned as he ironed the cold, smooth scales, his rough fingertips tracing the crevices from scale to scale, searching for the areas where the nerve synapses were most dense.

"!"

Shi An's waist was weak, and if it wasn't for Mu Hang's support, she might have fallen straight down.

He subconsciously curled his toes and arched like a shrimp, trembling as if he were a leaf in the wind.

"This place will be useful in the future."

Mu Hang kissed the side of Shi An's face and concluded with a low smile as if he was doing some serious academic research.

Shi An's eyes reddened and she retracted her tail back hard, shivering:

"Enough is enough, you... You said before you'd only touch it."

But before it could be drawn back a few inches, it was soon re-gripped again.

Mu Hang: "But this one is not over yet."

Shi An: "......"

Liar! You humans are all big liars!

*

The passage of time was so slow that every second felt like torture.

Finally, Mu Hang let go of him.

The moment he was released, the teenager immediately reverted back to his dragon form, fluttered his wings and flew away from his embrace, crouching resignedly on the tallest bookshelf, a pair of reddish-golden vertical pupils glistening with tears as he gazed warily at the evil and despicable human not far away.

Mu Hang casts a spell to clean his wet coat.

He sighed a little sadly.

This spell doesn't force a fantasy species to fulfill a promise, but rather a "contract", which is a two-way street.

This also led to the fact that, while he could touch the dragon's tail, he couldn't do much more than that.

As much as he really wanted to do something about it, the contract had to be enforced.

Mu Hang looked up at Little Silver Dragon, who had landed on the top shelf of the bookshelf, and softly coaxed:

"Come down, will you?"

Shi An: "Don't."

Shi An clutched her tail tightly with her still somewhat weak paws, and said aggressively and fiercely, "I'm never letting you touch me again!"

Humans have a very good attitude about admitting their mistakes:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mu Hang: "Ice cream in the evening?"

Shi An: "......"

Kind of want to eat.

But don't want to give in.

Mu Hang : "Speaking of which, one of the books in the middle of the Mu family's collection down there seems to have a cover set with silver gems and paper made of gold foil that you might like."

The bookshelf overhead was silent for a few seconds.

Immediately afterward, Little Silver Dragon hesitantly poked his head out, "Really?"

Mu Hang nodded, "Really."

He said, "You come down and I'll take you to get it."

In that moment, all the old and new grudges had been removed, and Shi An had almost forgotten why she had been angry.

He fluttered his wings and flew down from above the bookcase, landing skillfully in Mu Hang's arms:

"Come on, I want to see it!"

*

Zhuo Fu was released into the old Mu residence.

Like last time, he was led by the demonic puppet towards the depths of the mansion, making seven long turns before coming to the tall gothic spire.

He knows this place.

This was the Mu Family's Book Depository, almost the most central and most heavily guarded area of the entire Mu Family's old mansion.

Inside, the collection is rich and ancient, precious beyond belief.

Zhuo Fu had begged Mu Hang for many years, but had never borrowed a book from him.

There were hidden prohibitions almost every step of the way here, and no one dared to approach it easily except for the rightful heirs of the Mu Family.

Zhuo Fu steps forward cautiously.

The door to the Book Depository slowly opened in front of him.

Mu Hang's cold, indifferent voice came from it, "Come in."

After receiving permission, Zhuo Fu carefully entered the library.

Almost everything here fulfilled his imagination, whether it was the shelves of books stacked high to the ceiling, the smell of stale parchment floating in the air, the darkness of the restraints, and the snowy longsword glinting with silver.

An inexplicable sense of solemnity filled his chest.

Zhuo Fu took a deep breath and looked in the direction the voice came from.

Mu Hang is standing in front of a bookshelf, looking for something in one of the compartments.

Stacked on a side table were several books with a Little Silver Dragon crouching over them.

Zhuo Fu lifted his head and glanced at it, the ban suspended in midair was light gray, and it seemed to have been forced into slumber.

Shi An popped up twice, "Did you find it? Did you find it?"

Mu Hang pulled from a corner of the shelf a heavy tome with bright jewels encrusted on the cover.

He handed the book to the dragon, "Here."

The ban overhead let out an almost desperate vibration, and a glimmer of red light erupted from the grayness.

The sword that was placed in the center of the hall hummed a few times breathlessly, as if completing its task, but soon gave up its struggle and fell back into the dead silence of passivity.

Mu Hang waves his hand without changing his expression.

In the next second, the sound from the forbidden system disappeared, and the color of the surface turned grey once again.

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Is it just him?

It always feels like I hear indignant cursing.