There is only one official museum of culture and history in Wuyou Town.

This was confirmed by Lin Ling after checking the map, and after confirming the location of the Literature Museum, Lin Lin rushed over very simply.

He knew that it was actually reckless to do so, after all, anyone with a little IQ would definitely think of places like libraries, archives, and cultural and historical museums after knowing the legend of the witch, and go to relevant places to search for information, Lin Ling was so reckless in the past It was actually easy to attract the attention of others.

That's right, and he naturally has his own considerations.

The first is that Lin Ling thinks that he is not an old coin, and he doesn't have that much ability to control everything behind the scenes, so it is better to take the initiative. Moreover, Lin Ling still has points for his own strength, and he is really not afraid of anyone when he confronts him head-on.

The second is because of his current identity, Wuyou Town is not a big town, but a relatively small town, and it is quite closed. In such a place, outsiders are undoubtedly very conspicuous, and the original ideal has already disturbed the curator many times to inquire about the legend of the witch, so if he suddenly doesn't pay attention to it now, it will be even more attention-grabbing.

The third is about the information revealed in the introduction, Li Xiang said that this place is a hell on earth, and the emotions when he spoke have obviously reached a state of collapse due to fear. And a place that can be called hell on earth will inevitably not be as simple as a few ghost monsters. The hell on earth itself represents, and I'm afraid that the entire Wuyou Town has a lot of problems. Most of today's peace is just a sugar coating wrapped in poison, if Lin Ling doesn't investigate it sooner now, maybe he will be powerless later.

And since he went to visit the curator, why wouldn't he be happy to be able to get information about the worldview as soon as he could attract other people?

Just after Lin Ling arrived at the Museum of Culture and History, he happened to see an old man coming out of the museum - the old man still had a curator's work card on his chest.

The other party obviously also saw Lin Ling, and after being stunned for a moment, he didn't think about it, so he turned around and wanted to go back to the Museum of Culture and History.

"Curator!"

Lin Ling naturally wouldn't let him go like this, and rushed directly to the door of the Wen Embassy in three steps and two steps, blocking the old man's way.

"What, you still want to do something to me, a bad old man?" The old curator blew his beard and glared.

"Curator, you misunderstood, how could a person like me do something to the old man, I'm just really too curious about the legend of the witch in Wuyou Town, I just hope the curator can solve my doubts." Lin Ling smiled, and his tone was very polite, but looking at his movements, he obviously had no intention of giving in.

"How many times have I said it, I don't know what a witch is, you're looking for the wrong person!" The old curator's tone became more and more impatient, with anger, but when he said the word witch, it was a little imperceptible trill.

Lin Ling's smile remained unchanged, and he was about to say something, but the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. It was a kind of hopeless, darkness that did not contain the slightest light, and at the moment when the darkness fell, Lin Ling even had the illusion that he had lost his five senses. He immediately became alert, and did not use the wind to detect the surroundings, but only used the cold to protect himself.

Considering that there was a possibility that the virtual illusion could be monitored, Lin Ling still didn't plan to use the wind here. After all, his situation is really special, and it's not worth exposing himself for an exam.

And for Lin Ling, having ice is actually enough.

Not being able to use wind does have some effect on his strength, but it's still acceptable.

But surprisingly, nothing happened in the darkness, and this darkness did not last long, but in a few seconds, the darkness disappeared and the world returned to light, but Lin Ling was stunned to find that the environment around him had changed.

No, it's not changed!

The place is still the same place, and the buildings around it are still the same buildings, but at this moment they are much older than before, and now the surrounding buildings look like ruins that have been abandoned for a hundred years, rather than a thriving town.

How so? What happened?

Space-time shift? Time acceleration?

World switch?

One guess after another popped out of Lin Ling's mind, and while he was guarding the surroundings, he looked at the old curator next to him, only to see that the old curator's eyes were wide at the moment, his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

"Impossible, impossible, can't be today, it's clear, it's clear that it's not time yet, why is it ...... like this"

He kept muttering, as if he had fallen into a demonic barrier.

Lin Ling's eyes narrowed, and then he asked, "Isn't the old curator going to explain it to me?" What's going on here? I guess you know. ”

The old curator's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, but he couldn't help but pull Lin Ling, who was already an old man in his 60s, but his strength was surprisingly great, and he directly pulled Lin Ling into the Museum of Culture and History, and then closed the door and blocked the door with his body.

"Quack-quack-quack-"

The crow's cry came from outside through the door panel, from far and near, and the old curator's body was trembling and swinging at this moment, as if he remembered something fearful, but he was still restraining himself to keep his movements not too large.

Lin Ling naturally noticed the strangeness of the old curator, he didn't say anything, just put his ear to the door, quietly listened to the movement outside, and judged the situation outside.

Large Bird ...... The number is around thirteen...... Low-altitude flight ......

Although it was impossible to use the wind to find out the situation at this moment, after the previous experience of using the wind to perceive, Lin Ling's sense of hearing was much more sensitive than before.

His nose twitched suddenly, and he looked sharply into the Museum of Culture and History.

"Purr—purr—"

As if in response to him, a canine growl came from behind the bookshelves. Immediately after, a dog about the size of a Tibetan mastiff, covered in flesh and blood, as if it had been skinned, and a strangely shaped head, jumped out from behind the bookshelf.

"Wang—"

The old curator, who was originally swinging out of fear, turned even paler after seeing the terrifying dog.

It's this monster again......

Why...... Why is it inside......

However, before fear could further corrode his brain, the bloody dog pounced on them.

The old curator subconsciously closed his eyes, and suddenly felt something splash on his face, with a faint smell of rotten rust.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the young man who had just told him that he was a Sven man and shook the long knife in his hand that appeared at some point.

And half a step away from him, the big dog who was fierce just now was already separated from his head at this moment.

The old curator's eyes widened.