The size of the book is 16 pages of paper, three fingers thick, and when held in the hand, it gives people a sense of satisfaction in the thick and full. The cover of the book cover appears to have been made of the fur of an unknown creature. With a greasy cold feeling. Under the overall gray cover, there are simple, human-skin-like texture stripes. The cover is as smooth as a mirror, it is a bare piece, and there is not a single word of handwriting.

Tang Bai glanced at the bald man who had retreated slightly, the palm of one hand was just below the book, and the other hand was to open the thick cover of the book in front of everyone's eyes.

To Tang Bai's slight surprise, the book he opened was not the same font as the two magic books of Emily and Esther, but a portrait that looked a little old and rough. The lines of the portrait are very simple, with only a few brushstrokes on the dry yellow paper. But just a few strokes, but vividly sketched a special character portrait.

Portraits are not the kind of portraits that are similar to sketches, pursuing reality. Rather, it has a strong abstract style. The facial features are like a patchwork of various strange organs. There is no symmetrical beauty.

A somewhat bewildering red lip was smeared on the head of the paper. That touch of bewitching and vivid color, as if it had not been washed by time, did not fade in the slightest. It's just that a touch of rich and vivid color, which is incompatible with the overall faded color, gives anyone who sees it an indescribable weird feeling.

Tang Bai also has this feeling. The first time he opened the book, this bright color firmly attracted his eyes.

The whole portrait is like a child who can't draw graffiti, especially the red lips, which seem to be scribbled randomly. But what is strange is that this should be an unsightly portrait, and the combination of various parts has a mysterious and different attraction.

Especially the bright red lips that should be particularly abrupt, but they are the finishing touch of the whole portrait. It's like coming to life.

Yes!

This "live" does not refer to the whole portrait, but to the red lips as if they have come to life. The red lips, which were a little ridiculous and had no beauty at all, fell into Tang Bai's eyes, and they actually had a strange three-dimensional feeling.

Full, rich, true!

Although it is still aesthetically pleasing in every sense of the word, it has a deep, ineffable attraction to those who see it. It's like a miniature black hole, tirelessly attracting the eyes and spirit of everyone who sees it.

Tang Bai is like this now.

All his eyes and minds were now focused on that red lip, and the fingers he placed on the pages to turn the pages automatically stagnated. It's like a person is looking at a book that fascinates him, and he doesn't want to flip to the next page before he finishes that page.

Time passed bit by bit, looking at Tang Bai, who was holding a book in his hand and seemed to be immersed in the content of the book, Willis, a bald man not far away, was calm as usual, as if he had expected Tang Bai to be immersed in that book and couldn't extricate himself.

How long this book has existed, even Willis himself can't say. But he knows the dangers and the magic of this book!

Since the birth of this book, it has been read by countless wizards, but with the exception of Willis's family, any wizard who has read it has not ended up very well. To put it more seriously, reading this book is equivalent to reading infinite death with a finite life!

The deeper you read, the longer you immerse yourself in the book, and the closer you get to death. What's even more terrifying is that until the moment when the Grim Reaper swings the scythe, the reader will still be immersed in the "content" of the book, and will not wake up until death.

Of course, not being able to wake up is not a bad thing for the reader, because he does not have to divide his energy into other sensations in his body.

For example, pain?

Willis had flipped through the book under his father's watchful eye, and he was so immersed in the first page of the portrait that he could not extricate himself from. Especially the red lips that were charming and attractive, opening and closing slightly in front of his eyes, as if they were whispering something to him, were even more rigidly encroaching and devouring his spiritual power.

It's hard to describe, because Willis hasn't been in that kind of distraction again. The red lips that seemed to come to life, like a cunning, erudite, most inscrutable and demagogic devil, explained everything he wanted to hear like a reader of it, and built a wonderful world for him. Let him fall into a situation from which he cannot extricate himself.

Even shouting loudly in the ear, or even hurting the reader's body with a sharp blade, will not wake the reader up from the book. This was proven by his ancestors and fathers, as well as by himself, to many wizards.

The wizards with the books in their hands seemed to be completely enchanted, and all their minds and everything were immersed in the books. Willis still remembers a little bit of what he felt back then.

Fulfillment, contentment, incomparable joy.

It's like a miser gets all the riches in the world. Just as the seeker of knowledge has all the knowledge of this world, and the powerful have the supreme power that he dreams of. It was a sense of fulfillment and happiness that could not have been desired.

But after waking up, what brings people is deep fatigue and empty nothingness.

All that wealth, knowledge, and power seemed to have abandoned him at the moment of his wakefulness. Aside from the happiness and satisfaction that he missed, and the frenzied sense of emptiness that had left him to his dazed chagrin, he couldn't even remember a word that the red lips had ever said to him.

It's like a wonderful dream that is both real and trance-like. Everything in the dream world is very real when you are asleep. No matter how absurd it is.

The reader's mind will be as calm as ever, but his body will react diametrically opposed to the mental calm. The reader's blood flow will increase and the heart will beat faster and faster. The brain will be like an overloaded CPU, even if the forehead is bruised and the body temperature is scary, it will not stop.

All the reader's mind is on that red lip. Flawless distraction. The end result. The heart and the brain, two of the most important organs, can be fatal due to overload. More than once, Willis has seen wizard readers who have died of burnt brains or cardiac convulsions. (To be continued......)