Sean realized that someone was buried among the books. It can be seen through spiritual vision that he is an ordinary human being.
"Isn't it a trap?" Sean narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings with ectoplasm vigilantly.
After a while, another groan came from the stack of books.
"It must have been that the enlightenment scholar knocked down the bookshelf when he passed by and buried this person in the pile of books...
"Looking at it this way, it shouldn't be a trap."
After getting the light source, Sean temporarily closed the lid of the hot lighter and suspended it in the air to dissipate heat. He walked to the stack of books with vigilance and started to clean the stack with both hands and ectoplasm.
After a while, a face finally appeared among the books.
His long hair and beard were gray, his eyes were closed tightly, and his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was in pain.
Sean took out the bottle of holy water, unscrewed the cap, poured a little on the palm of his hand, and flicked the cold holy water on the other person's face with his fingers.
Holy water will not cause harm to humans, and even has the effect of calming the mind and exorcising evil spirits.
After rolling his eyes a few times under his eyelids, the old man opened his eyes, his eyes cloudy: "Ah...ah! I can't move!"
"Can you hold out your hand?"
"No...can't."
"Wherever your hands are, move them."
Sean saw a book with a red cover and arched it. After moving a few books away, he saw a skinny hand.
According to the buried state of the old man, Sean moved a few more books, then held the old man's hand and pulled him out of the pile of books.
A lamp stand was inserted into his back, and a bright lantern dangled above his forehead.
Because he was buried in old books, he was covered in dust at the moment, and he was still coughing from the rising dust.
His back was extremely stooped and he looked very old.
"Are you...how did you..." Seeing that the old man looked like he hadn't showered in decades, Sean didn't know where to start.
"You live here?" The old man's appearance reminded Sean of a homeless man, so he blurted out.
The old man dusted himself off and coughed until his face turned red. After a while, he muttered his answer: "Live here, live there... isn't it the same wherever you live?
"Our souls just sojourn in this universe..."
He turned and walked away without even saying thanks.
Intuition told Sean that the other party seemed to be very familiar with this place: "Do you know where the old newspapers are?"
"Newspaper? Newspaper...well, newspaper! Paper!" The old man turned his face, as if he was remembering something, his eyes wandering around, "Ah, I remembered. Come with me, I have a lot of newspapers here to eat.
"The New Testament Times, the Atlanta Post, the New York Daily News, the Glory News..." He was walking on his own, distracted, "Each newspaper has a different taste.
"Don't eat newspapers with many photos. If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea."
Sean looked at the dirty old man with some surprise. There was a brass pendant hanging on his chest, which was an open book and seemed to have a candle burning on it.
"I told Andre to read the newspaper every day, but he can't just read the newspaper, but allocate reading time according to the principle of equal division..." The old man kept muttering something in a low voice, "You must read both the philosophy of the sages and the history. , and of course reading newspapers..."
It was obvious that the old man was not mentally normal.
How did he survive deep in this dangerous old book cemetery?
Wouldn't the weeping student, the enlightened scholar, or the self-taught person who went astray hurt him?
"Old man..." Sean followed him. For some reason, the light from the lantern that kept shaking as he moved made Sean feel at ease. "You are here, nothing will hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" The old man shook his head randomly, "The underground is the safest place, nothing wants to harm me... The only one who can hurt us is ourselves.
"So, Alicia, don't be afraid, fear is just a figment of our imagination..."
Andre? Alicia? Sean wondered, maybe these were his former students?
Sean was walking with the old man. When he passed a room, he was startled. From the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a tall and thin figure standing in the room.
The ectoplasm condensed into a sharp blade and prepared to fight the enemy, but found that it was just a strange shape mixed with stains and shadows on the wall of the room.
Sean turned on the lighter and took a look, and found damp books spread out on the floor and table in that room, with white and brown mushrooms growing in the books.
Sean looked at the old man's back outlined by the light of the lantern with some disbelief: "Do you really live down here?"
With surprise and confusion, he followed the old man into a room with rows of iron cabinets.
Sean took two steps faster, walked to the iron cabinet, and tried to open a drawer with his hands.
The drawer was sealed with rust and could not be opened the first time. He pulled harder and harder, and then the drawer made a squeaking sound and was pulled open.
Amidst the dust, Sean saw the old newspapers sorted by date in the drawer.
With the light above the old man's head, Sean excitedly began to look through these old newspapers hidden deep in the old book cemetery...
The old man also sat down on the floor, took out an old small book in his arms, and began to read.
Time passed by minute by minute. During this period, except for the old man who got up to oil the lamp, the two of them were immersed in reading.
"I have read most of the newspapers..." Sean has spent several days in the public library browsing all the major newspapers in the past twenty years, so at this time, he can proceed at a faster speed. Screening.
The fingers that had been flipping the newspaper suddenly stopped, and Sean discovered something strange.
He frowned: "The New Testament of December 12, 1904..." Sean remembered looking through this newspaper in the public library.
However, the issue of the New Testament Times in front of him at this moment was different from what he remembered.
In the current affairs news section, there seems to be an extra column of news near the edge.
Sean suddenly froze.
While browsing newspapers in the public library, Sean kept having an unnatural feeling.
Now he finally knew why he felt like this: in this issue of the newspaper in his memory, a column of news disappeared, and there was an extra blank space in the corner, which made the layout of the entire newspaper feel particularly weird.
"Why is this happening?!" With surprise, Sean began to read the "disappeared news".
"The most serious act of apostasy in thousands of years! Two former saints betrayed Holy Father Keen and the Divine Court, secretly formed the blasphemous organization 'Judas Ring', and carried out anti-Savior propaganda..."
Sean was struck by lightning: "Judas Ring was formed by ex-Saints?!"
He continued reading: "Under the revelation and divine power of Holy Father Keen, all members of the Judas Circle, including the two former saints, have been killed in multiple annihilation operations..."
Sean's eyes were full of doubts: "Have they all been annihilated? What happened to Kendini and the others who kidnapped Aaliyah? Are they ghosts?!"
Sean was still in a state of shock when something even weirder happened.
In the dim light, he watched the ink mark of the news slowly fade until it completely disappeared, becoming exactly the same as the issue of the newspaper he saw outside.
Sean couldn't help but opened his mouth slightly: "Silence sign... How could it be possible to do such a thing? Make the news disappear in front of me?!
"Can you tamper with a newspaper without recovering it?" Sean even began to doubt the authenticity of the world. "Even the most powerful magic known to us cannot do such a thing!"
The old man with a lantern who witnessed the whole process had a calm look in his eyes: "This is like a cut apple..."
"What apple?" The disappearance of the clue made Sean very angry. He looked at the nervous old man impatiently.
The old man pointed to the empty column in the newspaper: "If you cut the apple open, its originally white flesh will slowly turn yellow.
After standing still for a long time, the old man touched his belly and said, "Uh... I want to eat an apple."
"Is it because of the air?" Sean suddenly realized and expressed his suspicion, "These news were originally printed with special ink. They released a certain component in the air, and the specific news disappeared after contact!
"In this way, you can avoid recovering but tampering with the newspaper!"
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