You Cultivate, I Farm Chapter 652: Ghost Grief Pictures

The thought disappeared, and a dark book appeared in Lu Xuan's hand.

The classics are like being made by running water. They have a strange soft feeling when held in the hand, and are dark in color. When looking at the cover, there is an illusion that one's soul is being sucked in.

Lu Xuan calmed down and concentrated on the dark book in his hand. Suddenly, there was...