The corpse stood in the corner, and Lin Sheng couldn't see it from a distance before.

When he got closer, he realized that there was a corpse here.

The corpse was dressed in gray and white robes, and a yellow leather roll of paper was clutched tightly in its hand.

Lin Sheng was taken aback by him, and almost slashed it with a sword.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, but with a sword that was neither light nor heavy, he made up two strokes on the corpse's head and heart. Prevent corpse transformation.

After doing a good job of security, he carefully searched this guy.

The robes on the corpses shattered and turned to ashes at the slightest touch.

Only the roll of parchment paper in his hand was tough and showed no signs of damage.

Lin Sheng carefully took out the leather paper from his hand and unfolded it to look at it.

On the roll paper is a line of clear and delicate text symbols.

Lin Sheng couldn't understand it, but looking at the title, it seemed to be some kind of movement score.

"Whatever he is, take it away!" Lin Sheng didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, rolled up the leather paper, and stuffed it into the pocket of his sportswear in the scale armor.

After a pause, he moved on.

Soon arrived at the door of the dark hall.

The hall was dim and dimly lit, and in the center stood a stout stone pillar of white jade color.

The stone pillar was surrounded by wriggling snake-like creatures, and the creatures twisted their bodies like monsters sealed in the stone pillar, struggling to break free.

Lin Sheng's attention was not on these monsters, but on the top of the stone pillar.

There was a statue of a humanoid angel with his feet upright, covered in gray and black.

The statue of the angel is taller and wider than the average person, carrying a spear and a round shield in his hand, and the wings behind his back are spread out.

Lin Sheng looked carefully and felt that each of the other party's feathers was clearly visible, and the texture was delicate.

The angel appears to have a male face, with an intricate pattern around its neck, clad in tulle, and its legs and toes as sharp as eagle's claws.

Lin Sheng paused for a moment, feeling that there was no other movement around him.

He slowly lifted his feet and took a step forward.

After entering the hall, there was still no sound around.

Lin Sheng continued to move forward and slowly walked into the entire hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, the door behind him slammed shut.

Boom!!

The loud sound of the door closing echoed.

Before Lin Sheng could react.

The statue of the gray angel on the stone pillar slowly clicked.

He quickly dropped a large number of stone fragments up and down his body, and the wings behind him vibrated slowly, causing a strong air current to spin.

Hiss...

The gray angel's eyes suddenly lit up with blue light.

"Clear!Clear!!"

It roared like thunder.

Lin Sheng was stunned by a series of changes, and then reacted quickly, raising the wooden shield in front of him, and holding the giant sword in his other hand.

Before he could react, a gray shadow slammed into the wooden shield.

A huge force made Lin Sheng's wrists, arms, and shoulders, and half of his body completely numb.

The wooden shield almost flew off his hand.

"What a lot of power!" he slammed forward.

But the blade slashed into the air.

Lin Sheng fixed his eyes on it, and in the dim hall, the gray angel had already moved a few meters away, his wings constantly flapping, suspended in mid-air.

Sou!

The gray shadow flickered.

Lin Sheng hurriedly raised the wooden shield.

Boom!!!

The wooden shield shook wildly, and Lin Sheng's whole person flew up without any resistance, and slammed into the door behind him.

"It's too fast!"

The speed and strength are far stronger than him, and he still flies in mid-air.

Lin Sheng quickly thought of countermeasures in his heart, and rolled from the ground in a hurry, avoiding the third gray angel slash.

Boom!

A deep sword mark appeared on the wall.

Lin Sheng was covered in sweat, got up and trotted, and quickly observed the situation in the hall.

Soon, he found a small door, a small door with a large hole in the panel.

Sou!!

Behind him, there was another sound of breaking the air.

Lin Sheng's heart jumped, and he hurriedly took a vertical leap and got into the doorway.

The greatsword got stuck when he entered, and he had to throw it away and get into it with only a wooden shield.

Behind the doorway is a spacious bedroom.

Unlike the ornately decorated bedrooms that came before, this one is very simple.

There are black metal bookshelves on the walls, and there are many black books on them.

On one side of the bookshelf, there is a huge round glass jar, and the inner wall of the transparent glass jar is depicted with countless pale gold pattern characters.

The jar was empty, except for a small thing in the corner of the ground, black like a pile of burnt bones.

Lin Sheng exhaled heavily, turned around and listened carefully, but there was no movement behind him.

"The gray angel didn't chase after him?"

He realized.

Walking around the bedroom, he was surprised to find that there was nothing else in the place that resembled a bedroom, except for a simple single bed.

Bookshelves, huge glass jars, rectangular countertops of black stone, some pieces of blood-red flesh that resemble both decoration and biological organs.

A set of silver-gray delicate robes hung on a hanger in the corner, with a belt, a short sword, a wooden staff, and a keychain hanging from the side.

Lin Sheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went over and groped in the pocket of his robe.

The robe was lightly touched by him, and it was like a spider's web, and several openings were broken.

However, Lin Sheng soon had a harvest.

He pulled out a stone from the pocket of his robe that glowed with a light purple glow.

"What is this?" he gripped the stone and examined it carefully.

The stone was only the size of a fingernail, the whole body was glowing with purple light, the surface was rough and uneven, and when you smell carefully, there is a faint smell of flesh.

Lin Sheng pinched it a little harder, and it felt like he was pinching the sarcoma cut off from some kind of creature.

With the stone in hand, he walked to the bookshelf, and with a glance, he quickly scanned the book on it.

"I love to learn, and learning makes me happy. Lin Sheng quickly hooked the corners of his mouth and found a very interesting book.

He quickly reached out and pulled the book out, holding it in his hand and opening it.

On the edges and corners of the book, it is written in ancient Rainn script: Spiritual Circle.

Lin Sheng turned the first page and was slightly surprised.

The first page is the preface, and it is also where the author of the book expresses his self-reflections.

I saw that the text was written neatly in Juanxiu.

I don't know how much longer. Maybe 10 years, maybe 100 years. ’

'The Light of Hope, the Legendary Son of God, the hope brought by Anseria, has vanished with the passage of time. The only thing left behind is the abyss.

But I'm still not willing.

In my hundreds of years of life, I have been able to solve any difficulties and dangers calmly, not because of anything else, but simply because I am the most powerful mage in the entire Snowwind Castle.

It's a pity that no matter how powerful the mana is, it is still meaningless in the face of the collapse of the world.

Before I died, I chose to keep everything about me in a book and write it down. Hopefully there will be a day when it will be opened.....

The name at the end is: Kalier Meyer.

"It's actually a book left by the mage!" Lin Sheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the table of contents.

The table of contents is very long, densely packed with hundreds of rows from top to bottom.

However, most of the handwriting is blurry and not very legible.

Only a small number can barely be recognized.

Lin Sheng contemplated and screened out the parts that could still be viewed one by one.

The entire book, as he expected, was mostly vague, and one book told a total of three séances, two of which were too mutilated to be studied.

There is also a barely complete one, called "Elementary Otherworld Summoning".