After a period of time in the business, Sean discovered that the modern explorer is a business that draws strength from dangerous things, seeks to improve, and goes deeper into the mystery.

Many explorers did not die in exploratory missions, but died, lost their minds, or disappeared due to overexploring the mystery.

Classical explorers have very limited resources they are willing to use. A very famous explorer once said: Excessive exploration of the unknown is the primary cause of disaster.

It is because of this conservative philosophy that former explorers have more awe for mysterious heritage and ancient books.

However, as the mysterious atmosphere grows stronger, the gods who guard the tradition bid farewell to the human world, the mission of exploration becomes more and more dangerous, and the rewards are also rising... All this forces the explorer to find a way to obtain stronger power .

The explorers discovered that greater power resides in more dangerous things.

And when you have enough knowledge and you are careful enough, you can control risk while gaining strength.

The taboos in the past have become a necessity now, the awe has been reduced a lot, and risk control has become the main topic...

These risky actions are obviously contrary to the instinct of ordinary people to stay away from forbidden things.

So people are more and more afraid of these people wearing masks...

The firelight reflected on Sean's misty mask, and his mental power had recovered a lot.

His eyes were fixed on the third book.

Sean saw a few ridiculously long fingers with many knuckles sticking out of the darkness around the book, hooking on the decaying bookshelf, as if something terrifying was about to climb out.

The long black hair gushed out from the gap of the bookshelf like a waterfall, and the book seemed to have become a hole, and a sharp and distant cry came from the hole.

Sean quickly retracted his gaze...

"The expression that is too evil shows that I am incompatible with these ancient books," Sean's forehead was already sweating, "If it is incompatible, it is even more impossible to conduct special research...

Just like a wild dog with various tendencies, if you can't live with it, it's difficult to be domesticated by yourself...

"Forcibly select an incompatible ancient book..." Sean adjusted his breathing, ready to continue checking, "The result is loss of control and destruction, and even more terrible things than destruction will happen..."

There are also some ancient books on the shelf, and after staring, there are no terrible signs.

Still, there was no flash of inspiration or resonance: "These books don't belong to me either..."

After checking all the books on the shelf, Sean couldn't find the book that belonged to him.

He was not anxious, just hugged his chest, resting his chin in one hand, and fell into thinking.

To clear his mind, he started pacing the room.

Under the light of the lantern, he found several pottery jars placed in the corner of the room.

Sean frowned: "Were there these jars here before?"

Looking back at the memory, although he did not deliberately observe this corner, Sean clearly remembered that there was nothing here before.

Sean understood the meaning in an instant, and quickly walked to the corner to perceive the vase-sized pots.

Sean had a vague sense of a few clay pots, which seemed to be empty.

Sean's attention was on a clay pot that had almost faded.

He suddenly saw that in the world where the sun was sinking, a giant **** standing outside the sky appeared.

His hands spread out, as if forming two avenues. Half of his body is full of vitality, like a place where life has been preserved for eternity.

On the other side, the body is desolate and decayed, and contains the breath of death. The extended avenue is like a dark and smooth road. The vitality of all things that have experienced the journey of life is slowly absorbed, and the life that has been given is returned... .

"Creation, giving and absorbing vitality, the connection of all things..." Sean narrowed his eyes, "This is part of the divine right of the creator god."

One of the old masters of the ancient times, and later evolved into the old master of the image of the creator gods of various cultures. Standing outside the boundless abyss, it is impossible to be approached and spied on. He overlooks the world silently, but everything is is his language...

The existence that has gradually disappeared in history and is so ancient that almost all civilizations have forgotten its name is Gaynor.

Sean felt this "ancient book", which exudes the horror of ancient legends - a place of life full of poisonous miasma, a place of destruction with a strong death atmosphere and hopeless, an infinite abyss that can never be crossed, like an endless world. Eternal, silent stare like a starry sky... Other than that, there is no threat or repulsion.

A standing bird can still be vaguely depicted on the pot, its surface reflecting a restrained light.

I don't know how other people will see this crock pot and see how crazy it is, but everything Sean perceives is alluding to him: "This is it..." Sean leaned over and picked it up clay pot.

As soon as he brought it to his side, Sean heard the sound from the clay pot, as if tapping his fingernails lightly on the inner wall.

knock knock knock knock knock knock...

Sean frowned. He couldn't help but think that in this vase-sized pottery pot, a little man was imprisoned, tapping the inner wall with his long fingernails...

Sean quickly restrained his thoughts: "Ancient books are always a little weird, not to mention this special form.

"Don't imagine too much, lest there will be obstacles in the study process in the future..."

Thinking so, Sean held the clay pot, walked back to the door and knocked on the door: "Pompeii, I found my book."

The old man took out the copper key, twisted the door lock, and opened the heavy wooden door with a creak.

Sean's eyes narrowed: Pompeii was pretending to be crazy again when he was being controlled by the crying students.

"Something almost stole my body just now..." It wasn't that Sean couldn't accept this somewhat dangerous trial, he was just a little angry at not knowing.

"That's a student of Luls Milton," said Pompeii. "It's part of the ritual, and if your ego falls asleep due to his fusion, I'll wake you up. Of course, if that happens In this case, the membership fails.

"However, it looks like you did a good job."

Sean is a little puzzled. It is impossible for all explorers in a secret association: "Could it be that non-explorers can pass such a dangerous ceremony?"

"Most of the book-seeking rituals are symbolic, symbolizing that truth is difficult to obtain in the objective fog and subjective blindness.

"The test in your ceremony, I played a little bit, and collected a lot of materials on the spot, so it will be a little more difficult.

"However, the candidates for the Candlelight Reading Club will all have strong souls, so this test is not beyond the standard..."

Hearing Pompeii's explanation, Sean's slightly dissatisfied mood dissipated - there is nothing to complain about, after all, it has been rewarding.

Pompeii stretched out his hand and motioned to Sean to show him the clay pot, and Sean did as he did.

With the light of the lantern, the old man looked at the pot carefully and said, "The name of this ancient book is "The Ancient Scroll of Returning", which involves part of the divine authority of 'Genor of Creation'... As far as I know, it should be the origin of all things. connections, and a sense of vitality.

"Why, you still need to comprehend it yourself.

"The way this 'book' is read is also quite special." Pompeii squinted, looking at the already indecipherable text on the clay pot, "I think you will need... the help of the setting sun.

"With your current soul concentration, it's still dangerous to read. I suggest you start your research after your soul concentration has increased a lot...

"Besides, you don't need to pay too much attention to the preservation of this book..." Pompeii handed the clay pot back to Sean, "The invisible feature will still work on it, and anyone who is tempted to think Whoever stole this book will never find it again.

"Be careful, don't let it see the sunset until you're ready! If it gets out of hand, you'll regret it!"

Pompeii, who had been instructed for a while, shook his head as if drunk: "No, time is running out...

"I also want to choose a better place for the final ceremony...it's too late."

He turned around, his eyes obviously becoming confused and distracted: "Sean, let's complete the final initiation ceremony here."

The old man's body was shaky~lightnovelpub.net~ and put the lantern on the ground.

Sean did the same, his movements and expressions became solemn and solemn with Pompeii, and he took off the mask of "Unknown Sea".

The old man took off the copper pendant on his chest and hung it on Sean's neck: "If it's not necessary, don't wear it."

Straightening the bronze pendant symbolizing candlelight and books for Sean, he spread out his hands as if he was reading an invisible book, and the old voice echoed in the basement of the old book cemetery:

"We, read.

We read in the sun, we read in the moonlight

If necessary, we will open the book by candlelight...

The ideas inherited by the sages, the history of warning future generations, and the skills that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Carved on stone pillars, printed on books, hidden in the belly of fish...

And we, read.

There will be a junction between history and the future. At this junction, the most wise thing to do is to read.

Welcome to send, learn from the past, let us forget the pain of the world.

Humans never die. For thousands of years, to maintain longevity, only because our thoughts survive in books.

Let this fire continue, let the light of intellect and reason illuminate the ancient and ignorant night sky...

Friend, listen to me! If you want to step into the light, there is only one way -

Read in the sun, read in the moonlight

If necessary, we will open the book by candlelight...

We, read.

...

Following the reading to the end, Sean found that the old man's voice began to tremble, and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes: "What a pity...Andre, what a pity!

"The teacher didn't protect you well."

Sean picked up the clay pot and wanted to ask some more questions while the old man was awake, but saw—

Pompeii's face was still wet with tears, and his figure became stooped again, his eyes were scattered, as if he had forgotten where he was.