The Shuangji King wanted to speak but stopped. After spitting for a long time, he said, "There are too few new demons now. If you give up, I will have no one to use. Without subordinates, I am still called a boss, and it will be embarrassing to go out."

"Get out!" Kuku gave him a blank look and cursed directly.

"Don't go too far, I'm your boss, how can you talk to me with this attitude!" Shuangji Wang didn't expect that she was so arrogant. Now she has to give food and drinks by herself, and she dares to scold herself so fiercely.

Kuku buried his head in the meal, and after finishing it quickly, he said, "Let the sky come next time, you don't need it."

"We are not your subordinates. We have to choose people for a meal. We like to eat or not. Whether we deliver it depends on our mood, not your wishes." Shuangji Wang preached unhappily.

"It's up to you, I've finished eating. You can leave quickly. Don't affect my reading." Kuku waved his hand and wanted to send him away impatiently. She still had to find that thing and had no time to continue wasting his words with him.

She didn't even wipe the oil from the corners of her mouth and drove people away after eating. It was so ruthless. The corners of her eyes twitched. It would be better to give up such a subordinate. She picked up several hungry ghost tribes and came over to her.

"Look at you to death." He stood up and walked proudly towards the door. He had made up his mind to buy volcanic spicy chicken for her next time, and he would come here to make her spicy to death without water.

Nightmare did not block King Shuangji from going out, and did not ask him to go out after reading the book. If he really wanted to fight the books he had classified and sorted out, all of them would be messed up. Moreover, it was not easy to keep a level 70 boss. He just watched King Shuangji leave, as long as the female single demon was still here.

"Boss Nightmare, have you ever seen such a book?" Kuku stood up and gestured to him and asked, "It's about two palms wide, the cover is a hard shell, and a grid made of lines on it. There is only one piece of white paper in this book, and there is no other content."

According to her idea, if Nightmare had read books here for several years, she would definitely know what kind of books there were. She would have read them directly in dozens or millions of books. It would be better to ask him directly.

Nightmare didn't say anything, just looked at her well, not saying that she had seen her or didn't know. He read it for a long time before saying, "Yes, but there is not a single word in it, what are you going to do?" The biggest feature of scholars is that they want to learn even if they don't understand. He will definitely not hand over a book without words so easily.

Kuku said without thinking: "The killer wants to destroy that book because it records the origin of all the demons, what work they did when they were alive, or what laws they committed. He did not want to cause chaos in the demons, so he wanted to kill me who knew about this."

"Really!" Nightmare looked at her in shock. That kind of thing was hidden in that book? It's impossible. There was only a piece of paper inside. I read it many times, but there was no word at all.

Moreover, the matter of more than 1 million people is not enough to remember just one piece of paper. He suddenly thought that this is a game, and everything is data. According to the size of the data, the paper stores information of millions of people, which is simply too big.

Seeing him staring at a corner with great shock, Kuku walked over, squatted down and started to find the shelves. Nightmare quickly said, "If you are not there, don't look for it!"

"Scholars cannot tell lies, that will become impure." Kuku preached, turning around with the book and raising him, "I found it, it's true."

Nightmare frowned slightly and said uneasyly: "Give it to me!"

"Really, you want to read it so much. I'll borrow it to read it, but I'll pay it back later." Kuku had no intention of running away with the book. Instead, he generously threw the book over, walked to the bookshelf at the edge and sat down, reached out and took out the book at the edge.

Nightmare caught the book and opened it impatiently. If it was really recorded these things, wouldn’t it be the purpose of him not going out here?

He is different from other single demons. They lose their memories and don’t want to find them back, or give up after failing to try. Nightmare is worried about his past. He stays here to read books, reading all the books over and over again, just to make his brain cells stimulate and miracles. Being able to recall a few words of his life is the biggest gain for him.

I was excited to open the book I had read before, and there was still only a piece of white paper. He looked carefully in the light for a long time, but still couldn't see a word. Just when I was thinking about whether to burn it with fire or wet it with water, I found that there were more than a dozen books piled up by Kuku.

He asked in a silence: "What are you doing? Are you looking for a pillow when you sleep?"

Kuku was flipping through the book in his hand quickly, without reading the content at all, his fingers flipping the paper like lightning. Hearing his question, he stopped his movements and looked up and said inexplicably: "Do you usually use these books to make pillows to sleep?"

"...No." Nightmare would not admit that he did this, "Then what are you doing?"

"Reading a book." Kuku felt that he was too problematic. Isn't he obviously reading a book like this?

Nightmare looked at her condescendingly. Who reads books so quickly? The books are constantly flipping. And can't you take them back after reading them? They throw them everywhere, without any rules.

Kuku is very busy now, and the killer is standing outside and may rush in at any time. So he said impatiently: "The library must be quiet. Please don't always talk to me, I'm very busy."

"You have to take it back after reading the book. You can't be considered reading!" Nightmare said, pointing to the book thrown on the ground.

"I understand." Kuku responded, but threw a book he had finished and turned around and pulled out another one.

Nightmare glared at her fiercely, and after thinking about it, he still felt that studying this wordless book was the main thing. So he temporarily threw her aside and focused on how to see the content in the book.

After a while, there were more and more books piled up around Kuku, and she kept flipping through books quickly and looking for something. The nightmare, who had nothing to find, held the book and looked at her, waiting to see what she was looking for.

Suddenly, when he heard a hissing sound, Kuku actually tore off a piece of paper. Nightmare suddenly roared like thunder, "What are you doing!"

"What are you yelling?" Kuku frowned and raised his head to preach, holding a piece of white paper torn from the book. She stood up and grabbed the wordless book in Nightmare's hand, opened the page and put the white paper in. After seeing the torn white paper being inserted, she grew her edge and dissolved on the cover. The book that originally had only one white paper suddenly turned into two.

After putting the paper in, Kuku closed the book and threw it to Nightmare casually, and then continued to take out another book without saying a word. She wanted to find all the white papers of the whole book, there were a total of 100 pieces, and she could not get out of here until she finished searching.

Nightmare stared at the book in his hand, and after a while, he said, "Is there really any information about Du Mo recorded here?"

"No, I just said it casually. Why do you want to know that kind of thing is very important when you were alive?" Kuku continued to flip through the book, but he asked without hesitation.

It turned out to be fake, just to let himself point out where the book was? Nightmare was very disappointed and thought he could know his life, but he didn't expect it to be a waste of time. What is the use of this book? Now he doesn't even want to ask. Without a single word, he can't see anything is useless.

I thought that I wanted to tear off the places I particularly liked, but I couldn't tear the paper at all. Now the white paper was torn off by her, and there were killers outside guarding her. She should be facing the system. If I were involved with her too much, I might be thrown into blood.

With a helpless smile, Nightmare threw the book to Kuku, turned around and pulled out a book, and sat down in the middle of the room. The transparent roof shone through the sunlight and shone on him, looking particularly miserable.

Kuku looked up and glanced at him, suddenly was startled by the shadow on the ground, and quickly looked up at the roof. He saw the killer standing on the transparent roof, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Look carefully, the killer is really scary." She couldn't help but feel cold sweat rising. She stared at the killer for a while before she let out a long sigh, and continued to flip through the book in her hand.

The killer kept standing on the roof and looking at Kuku. He could not see anything at the door, so it was not as convenient as here. He guarded the roof for seven days, and he never left for a second. Kuku also faced this pressure and had no choice but to search for the blank paper.

The number of books was too many, and she was dizzy when she found it, and she had to let herself not read the contents of the book, so as to avoid being attracted. In seven days, she only found 19 pieces of white paper, which was still far from 100 pieces. In addition, the pressure of killers on her head made her feel restless.

"What are you doing? I said, don't put the books I have read back. You are trying to harm me on purpose!" Seeing that there were too many books on the ground, I picked up a few more books and stuffed them back into the bookshelf, Kuku, who was already in extreme anger, suddenly started to roar.

Nightmare couldn't calm down anymore. Since this woman named Kuku appeared here, she had to mess up the neat library. She also had to flip through books while eating, and often sprinkle vegetables on the books. If the books were not protected by systematic protection, there would have been a lot of books. He had to tell her dozens of times a day, but he could not stop her from throwing books around. It was useless to say it, but he couldn't finish reading it and put it back to its original place.

Because he wanted to force someone to go out after reading the book, he didn't move Kuku to do it. Now he couldn't help it, and his voice was louder than Kuku, "Get out quickly, you are not welcome here!"

"Get out of the way, I don't think you are standing here to get in the way of me, you dare to despise me! A big boss who doesn't go out to manage his own people all day long, and what literary youth is hidden here? Everyone is dead, who is more innocent than who is! Don't forget that ordinary people have become single demons and cannot become big bosses at all. If you are not cruel and ruthless, you are still under someone else's hands, and you think you are so innocent when you are alive!" Kuku started to complain about his nightmare under the ruthless eyes of the killer.

Nightmare always felt that she must be a good person when she was alive, so she could not accept such a reason. She glared at her, and the air around her was twisted, and she would kill her at any time.
Chapter completed!