If left unchecked, something terrible would definitely happen to the Tacheng apprentices.
After the accident of this young explorer, the unlucky ones must be Sean and Duke who are also in this old book cemetery.
Sean realized that he had to solve the problem at hand.
However, his mysterious knowledge let him know that in the face of this strange situation, dispersing it by force would not have good results.
In order to stall for time to think of a solution, he continued: "Did you hear any strange noises?"
Both Sean and Duke could clearly hear the gray man's murmur. The young man listened quietly for a while, but shook his head: "There is no sound."
He laughed weakly: "Stop scaring us."
Duke pulled Sean to his side and whispered: "The weird thing behind him seems to be trying to integrate into the soul of this explorer..."
Sean recalled a sentence from the story Duke told before: The student who made a mistake wanted to change his ways and gain forgiveness from everyone...
"Is this a way to change your appearance...?"
Sean already knew that the person standing behind him should be the "crying student".
"What should we do?" Sean turned around and asked softly.
At this time, the gray figure behind the young man seemed to realize that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He turned his head and his face was exposed from behind the book.
On the gray face, where the eyes were, there were two bloody holes that could be seen directly through the eye sockets on the back of his head. Two lines of black and red blood tears flowed from the empty eye sockets.
The light of the divine root became stronger, but this could not completely restore the impact on Sean's spirit.
Professor Duke had unconsciously hid behind Sean: "You cannot force separation by force, it will not have any good effect..." Duke's eyes moved nervously, analyzing as if talking to himself. "The first person he just used is 'we', which shows that his personality has begun to integrate..."
He suddenly raised his head: "We have to talk to him! Keep talking and let him recall his personality and desires. The soul will naturally reject the fusion. If the fusion fails, that thing will naturally leave."
Before Duke could finish speaking, Sean had already spoken: "What's your name?"
The Tacheng apprentice seemed to recall: "Kumar..."
"Okay, Kumar. I didn't expect you to be a Tacheng apprentice..." Sean's voice seemed to have magic power, making people want to talk to him and be willing to answer his questions, "This mask symbolizes the spirit of seeking knowledge, you must You love reading, right?"
Behind Kumar, the crying student's head tilted even further.
A pair of bloody holes seemed to be staring directly at Sean, and Sean could only pretend not to see them.
Kumar's eyes were a little blurry and he replied: "Yes, we have liked reading books since we were children."
"What kind of books do you like?" Sean found a pile of books and sat down, using body language to induce Kumar to sit down too.
The young man hesitated for a moment and sat on the pile of books opposite Sean: "Mystery novels and books about navigation, we...I all like to read..."
"Mystery novels?" Sean showed a strong interest. "Have you read the Holmes series? The story of the legendary explorer who lived on Baker Street in Green City?"
Kumar smiled: "That's my favorite story." The "thing" behind him was obviously a little farther away from Kumar.
"I have met the author of that book, Mr. Conan."
Kumar's eyes lit up: "What is he like?"
"Oh, a somewhat mysterious, lanky man... very similar to his character Holmes, the great explorer."
Sean used his function and conversation to awaken Kumar's personality step by step.
After some conversation, the gray figure became farther and farther away from Kumar's back, and was no longer standing behind the Tacheng apprentice.
The failed fusion seemed to have seriously hurt him. He retreated a distance, and after reaching the bookshelf, the crying student merged into the bookshelf and disappeared.
Kumar's condition is obviously much better, his face is rosy again, and he no longer sweats: "Oh, I feel much better.
"It was like sleepwalking just now..."
Sean comforted: "You must have been frightened. Chatting for a while distracted your attention and you became more awake."
"Thank you, sir." Kumar smiled heartily. He looked around the dark surroundings, as if he didn't want to stay any longer, "I think I should go."
Kumar stood up, holding the lantern and hurried out.
When the light turned into a small orange dot, Duke beside Sean sighed: "I actually saw a crying student... I didn't expect that one of the rumors turned out to be true."
Due to some reasons that even Moonlight would complain about, Sean has never been optimistic: "I guess...the three rumors are all true."
Regardless, Sean had to go read the old newspapers, but he respected Duke's decision: "What do you think, do you still want to go?"
After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged professor gritted his teeth: "It seems now that you are indeed a very powerful explorer. Only with you are I dare to go down. If I don't look for information this time, it may be difficult for me to have such a good experience again." opportunity."
After the two reached an agreement, they walked into the stairs leading to the second floor.
According to the signs on the walls and bookshelves, we can tell that the types of books collected on the second floor are mainly literature, history and philosophy.
Because there are more books, the bookshelves on both sides are taller, and the top cannot be seen in the dark.
There was only the monotonous sound of footsteps in the darkness, which gave people a hollow and creepy feeling in their hearts.
Duke kept following the numbers on the bookshelf.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Sean found that the light of the flashlight seemed to be dimmed.
After a moment, Duke's voice broke the silence: "It's right here!" The flashlight in his hand shined on a dark door, "The book I'm looking for is inside."
Duke looked obviously a little excited, his steps became faster, and his leather shoes made a hollow echo on the cement floor.
Worried about the change, Sean sped up to keep up.
After passing through the door, they entered a library hall. There were tables and chairs for reading in the middle of the hall, and there were also bookshelves with no ceiling on both sides.
Duke raised his head, and the light spots from his flashlight scanned the dusty spines of books row by row.
Sean stood not far away, his spiritual essence spreading on alert.
Inexplicably, he felt that there was a dark wind blowing from the depths of this airtight old site.
Sean faced the dark door and said to Duke without looking back: "Try to hurry up, I have a bad feeling..."
Duke's eyes still didn't leave the rows of bookshelves, and he murmured in response: "Okay... okay, it'll be soon... it'll be soon..."
Suddenly, the flashlight in Sean's hand started to flash: "Damn it!"
If the battery is out of power at this time, it will be very troublesome.
The enlightened scholar, the weeping student, the self-taught person who went astray...
Sean is now well aware of the threats within the Old Book Cemetery, which makes him even more worried about falling into the darkness.
However, in the most critical moments, things always seem to take a turn for the worse.
The flashlight in Sean's hand went out.
The darkness surged up like a tide, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
What's even more strange is that Professor Duke made a confused voice behind him. Sean turned around and found that the flashlight in Duke's hand had also lost its light.
"Professor?" Sean tried to shout, but there was no reply.
In this silent darkness, Sean tried not to think about the things that would cause nightmares.
Monsters covered in brain tissue, students with eye sockets pierced through the back of their heads, twisted people suddenly appearing in the peripheral vision...
Cold sweat broke out, and Sean felt the long-lost trembling again.
"Professor?!" Sean shouted while taking out the lighter in his inner pocket.
My fingers touched the texture of Joshua's Passion on the lighter, and I felt a little more at peace.
Crack. The thumb was slightly painful from being rubbed by the grinding wheel, and a pale flame burned brightly. It illuminated Professor Duke who was standing not far away with his back to Sean.
"Professor?" Sean felt something was wrong, his palms were sweaty and his brows furrowed, "Did you find it?"
In the darkness, the somewhat bald figure stood with his hands hanging down and his back slightly arched. He seemed not to be afraid of the sudden darkness.
He didn't look back and murmured in his voice: "I found it... I found it..."
"The book I want..." Duke turned around. The white flames made his face extremely pale, and his eyes behind the crystal lenses showed madness.
He stared at Sean, as if he had found a treasure: "Isn't the book I want right here?"
