If you leave it alone, terrible things will 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 the old book cemetery.

Sean realized that he had to solve the trouble in front of him.

However, his mystical knowledge let him know that in the face of such a strange situation, force dispelling would not have a good result.

In order to delay time trying to find a solution, he continued: "Have you heard 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 smiled weakly: "Don't scare us."

Duke pulled Sean to his side and whispered, "That weird thing behind him seems to be trying to blend into the soul of this explorer..."

Sean recalled a sentence from the story Duke told before: The student who made a mistake wants to change his face and get everyone's forgiveness...

"Do you change your face in this way...?"

Sean already knew that the "crying student" should be standing behind him.

"What should we do?" Sean turned his head and asked softly.

At this moment, the gray figure behind the young man seemed to find that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. He tilted his head, and his face was exposed from behind the book.

On the gray face, where the eyes are, there are two blood holes that can see through the back of his head directly from the eye sockets, and two lines of black and red blood and tears flow out of the hollow eye sockets.

Shengen's light became stronger, but this did not fully recover the shock to Sean's spirit.

Professor Duke has unconsciously hid behind Sean: "You can't use force to separate, it won't have any good effect..." Duke's eyes rolled nervously, analyzing as if talking to himself , "The first person he just used is 'we', indicating that his personality has begun to merge...

He suddenly raised his head: "We want to talk to him! Keep talking and let him recall his personality and desires, and the soul will naturally reject fusion. If fusion fails, that thing will naturally leave."

Before Duke finished speaking, Sean had already said, "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 answer his questions, "This mask symbolizes the spirit of seeking knowledge, you must be very Do you like reading books?"

Behind Kumar, the crying student's head tilted even further.

A pair of blood holes seemed to stare straight at Sean, and Sean could only pretend he couldn't see it.

Kumar's eyes were a little blurry, and he replied, "Yes, we like to read books since we were young."

"What type of books do you like?" Sean found a stack of books and sat down, using body language to induce Kumar to sit too.

The young man hesitated for a moment, then sat on the stack of books opposite Sean: "Question novels, and books about sailing, we... I like to read them all..."

"Question novels?" Sean showed great interest, "Have you seen the Holmes series? The story of the legendary explorer who lived in Green City, Baker Street?"

Kumar smiled: "That's my favorite story." The "thing" behind him was obviously a little further away from Kumar.

"I met the author of that book, Mr. Conan."

Kumar's eyes lit up: "What is he like?"

"Oh, a somewhat mysterious, tall and thin man... very similar to Holmes, the great explorer he wrote."

Sean used his functions and talked to awaken Kumar's own personality step by step.

After some conversation, the gray figure got farther and farther from Kumar's back, and no longer stood behind the Tacheng apprentice.

The fusion failure seems to have caused serious injury. After retreating for a distance, after reaching the bookshelf, the crying student merged into the bookshelf and disappeared.

Kumar's condition is obviously much better, his face has returned to ruddy, and there is no cold sweat flowing: "Oh, I feel much better.

"It was like sleepwalking just now..."

Sean said with relief: "You should have been frightened, and you were distracted by chatting, and people 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 it's time for me to go."

Kumar got up and hurried out with a lantern in hand.

When the light turned into an orange dot, Duke next to Sean sighed, "I saw a crying student... I didn't expect that a rumor turned out to be true."

Due to some reasons even Moonlight complained, Sean was never optimistic: "I guess... the three rumors are all true."

In any case, Sean had to go through the old newspapers, but he respected Duke's decision: "How about it, do you still want to continue?"

After pondering for a moment, the middle-aged professor gritted his teeth: "It seems that you are indeed a very powerful explorer, and I will only dare to go down if you are here. If I don't look for information this time, it may be difficult to be so good again. opportunity."

After the two reached an agreement, they walked into the stairs leading to the second floor.

According to the instructions on the walls and bookshelves, it can be known that the types of books 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 are only monotonous footsteps in the darkness, which makes people feel a little creepy.

Duke kept following the numbers on the bookshelf.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Sean noticed that the light of the flashlight seemed dim.

After a while, Duke's voice broke the silence: "It's here!" The flashlight in his hand shone at a dark door, "The book I'm looking for is here."

Duke was obviously a little excited, his footsteps quickened, and the leather shoes knocked empty echoes on the concrete floor.

Shawn, who was worried about the change, accelerated to keep up.

Passing through the door, they entered a library hall, with tables and chairs for reading in the middle of the hall, and bookshelves with invisible tops on both sides.

Duke raised his head, and the light spots emitted by the flashlight swept the dusty book spines row by row.

Sean stood not far away, his spiritual essence scattered and alert.

Inexplicably, he felt that there was a cloudy wind blowing from the depths of this airtight old site.

Facing the dark door, Sean said to Duke without looking back, "Try to be as fast as possible, I have a bad feeling..."

Duke's eyes still didn't leave the rows of bookshelves, and he murmured in response: "Okay...Okay, it's coming soon...It's coming soon..."

Suddenly, the flashlight in Sean's hand began to flicker: "Damn!"

At this time, if the battery is dead, it will be very troublesome.

The learned scholar, the weeping student, the misguided self-taught...

Sean is now very aware of the threat in the old book cemetery, which makes him a little more worried about falling into darkness.

However, at the most critical time, things always seem to be going for the worse.

The flashlight in Sean's hand went out.

The darkness poured in like a tide, making him feel a little bit unable to breathe.

What's even more strange is that Professor Duke made a suspicious voice behind him. Sean turned around and found that the flashlight in Duke's hand was no longer bright.

"Professor?" Sean tried to shout, but he heard no echo.

In this silent darkness, Sean tried hard not to think about things that would make people have nightmares.

A monster covered in brain tissue, a student with a hole in the back of his head, a twisted person who suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye...

A cold sweat broke out, and Sean felt the long-lost trembling again.

"Professor?!" While shouting, Sean took out the lighter in his inner pocket.

With her fingers rubbing the texture of Joshua's Passion on the lighter, she felt a little more at ease.

Cha. The thumb was slightly sore from the grinding wheel, and it lit up with a pale flame. It illuminated Professor Duke who was standing with his back to Sean not far away.

"Professor?" Sean felt something was wrong, his palms were sweaty, and his brows were wrinkled, "Have you found it?"

In the darkness, the somewhat bald figure stood with his hands drooping, his back slightly bowed, and he didn't seem to be afraid of the sudden darkness.

He didn't look back, his voice murmured: "I found it... I found it..."

"The book I want..." Duke turned around, the white flames illuminated his face extremely pale, and the 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?"