Ning Jia looked at Bowen in surprise, she never thought that her brother would speak to her in such a tone, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes.

Bowen tried his best to slow down his tone: "Jiajia go quickly, good." After finishing speaking, his tone suddenly quickened, and he quickly said: "The bookcase at the back of the library pavilion, the first gray-brown notebook on the left in the bottom row, go quickly!" ”

Hearing the anxiety in his brother's words, Ning Jia bit her lip tightly, held back her tears, didn't let it fall, and ran out of the bedroom with her legs. She understands the seriousness of the matter, so it is not a very important matter, and her brother will definitely not force himself so much. Since he was a child, his brother has never forced himself.

"Jiajia, why don't you sleep at such a late hour?" Ning Jia's mother heard the sound of the door opening, and suddenly woke up from her sleep and shouted.

"My brother asked me to help him find something." Dropping a sentence, Ning Jia ran out of the room without looking back. Behind her, her mother's complaining voice came: "Bowen is really, it's so late, and he asked Jiajia to find something, and he must be said when he comes back." ”

The leading way to the library was a long corridor, and the silent corridor was empty at this time, and it was one of the most heavily protected places for the Dongxing Ning family. The outside is tight and the inside is loose, but there is no one inside. A rush of footsteps sounded, and I saw Ning Jia carrying a nightdress, running without regard for manners.

Xiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and her face was full of anxiety. The grievances just now have long been gone, and she is only worried about her brother now. She knows very well what kind of person her brother is, she doesn't change color before the landslide, and in her mind, her brother is the best. She had never seen her brother lose his temper so much, what was it that made her brother so anxious? For no reason, she was worried, could it be that her brother was in some trouble? She even wanted to rush to her brother's side immediately, even though she also knew that her strength was very weak.

Pushing open the heavy door of the library, the dark library was deep and deadly silent, and the silence was terrifying, and a smell with a bit of moisture rushed to the face. Ning Jia hadn't been here for a while, and often in the past, she even played here with her brother in her childhood. At this time, she was alone, and it was dark in the library, and there was no sound, and she was suddenly scared in her heart.

Her body trembled slightly, but she still mustered up the courage to fumble in the library, and finally turned on the light. The light drove away the darkness, and the snow-white light illuminated the library.

She was reassured, and without hesitation, she passed through the bookcase room to the innermost bookcase.

This is it!

In the bottom row, the first taupe notebook, it is! She bent down to pick up the notebook.

She hurriedly activated the communication card, and a light curtain popped up in front of her, and as soon as Bowen's face appeared, she heard him anxiously asking, "Jiajia, have you found it?" ”

"Found it! Isn't it this one? Ning Jia hurriedly raised the gray-brown notebook in his hand. She wondered a little in her heart, what did her brother do when he called himself so late to find such an old and broken notebook?

Bowen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he urged: "Jiajia turned to the last few pages to find the record of the 'Cross Night'. ”

"Hmm." Ning Jia answered, and began to flip through the old notebook in his hand. Soon, she was heard cheering: "Found it!" Brother, is it Cross Night? ”

"Yes." Bowen's tone and expression suddenly became solemn: "Jiajia read it over and don't miss it." ”

"Hmm." Ning Jia nodded, paused slightly, and began to read: "He is like a ghost in the dark, without the slightest sound. When I saw him, I even felt like he was strolling around. I saw him walk five meters past Ning Hong, but Ning Hong didn't feel it at all. I was so frightened that I wanted to shout, but just then, he turned his face away and he saw me! ”

Ning Jia's voice also seemed to be affected, with a faint hint of nervousness and fear.

"He wasn't wearing a mask and his face was a little pale, and I still remember what he looked like. The scariest thing is his eyes, oh my! What kind of eyes are they! There is no trace of life, there is no trace of human smell, I am so scared! His pupils were a thick black color, like a devil coming out of the netherworld, and only the devil's eyes had a black mist - if I believed in God, I thought, it must be the breath of hell. ”

Hearing this, Bowen's pupils suddenly contracted like needles, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a blade.

"Humph!" He snorted heavily, his face turned pale, and he muttered, "Sure enough, ......"

"Brother, what the hell is this?" Ning Jia was a little vibrasive, and finally couldn't hold it back.

Bowen said lightly: "Jiajia, you continue to read." ”

"It was like I had suddenly fallen into an ice cellar, it was so cold, my body was frozen and I didn't listen to it. I wanted to shout, but no matter how hard I tried, my body seemed to lose control and I couldn't make any sound. Every time I think about it, my heart is filled with guilt and self-blame. If...... If I had been braver, Abba probably wouldn't have died! I sometimes wonder if that person might not be human. His movements were precise, his expression did not fluctuate from beginning to end, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. He left a cross-shaped scar on Abba's back, which I later learned was a cross scar that ran through Abba's heart......"

Thinking of this, Ning Jia couldn't read it anymore, and she covered her mouth in horror.

The cross scar is familiar to almost every descendant of the Ning family.

Ning Xuan, known as the most powerful and talented family head in the history of the Ning family, died under a fatal cross scar. At that time, the Ning family was in a period of steaming, and they had just established their position in the eastbound district. But it was this mysterious and fatal cross scar that took the life of Ning Xuan, who was in the prime of life. The next five years were the most turbulent and dangerous period for the Ning family. A branch of the Ning family like Ameining was split at that time. If it weren't for Ning Xuan's son Ning Yi, the Ning family's family would probably disappear into history.

As Ning Yi grew older, he began to gradually show his talent, and it was his continuous efforts that saved the Ning family in turmoil.

In the minds of each generation of descendants of the Ning family, Ning Yi is a god-like existence, an idol and hero in their minds. Each generation of family heads, when passing on the position of the head of the family to the next generation of family heads, will encourage him to be as good as the head of the Ning Yi family.

And the head of the Ning Xuan family has only one descendant, and that is the later head of the Ning Yi family.

"This, this is the note of the head of the Ning Yi family?" Ning Jia's face was full of panic and asked incoherently.

"Yes." Bowen's voice was low, mixed with a hint of sadness: "At the time of the incident, the head of the Ning Yi family was only nine years old. It was written down by him on his deathbed, and I accidentally found it when I was looking through the notes of the previous head of the family. Bowen's tone suddenly turned cold: "The head of the Ning Yi family has been investigating the whereabouts of the Cross Night all his life, and every generation of the head of the family will do his best to find the heirs of the Cross Night genre. If I'm not mistaken, sister, you go to bookcase 13, which is full of all kinds of materials for the Cross Night. ”

"Hehe, I'm really lucky." Bowen said lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and smiled at Ning Jia, and said with concern: "Sister, go to sleep, I woke you up so late, and my brother will compensate you when he comes back." ”

"Brother, be careful!" Ning Jia's eyes clearly showed a bit of worry. My brother woke himself up so late, just to read this by himself, did he find the clue of his crossnight? Or did you find something? Even the head of Ning Xuan's family can be killed in the cross night, and her brother must be very dangerous, but as soon as she saw her brother's determined eyes, the words that came to her mouth to persuade him to come back became an instruction.

"Jiajia rest assured."

Watching the light curtain disappear in front of him, Ning Jia was stunned. Suddenly, she remembered something, and ran to bookcase 13 with her pajamas.

After a cursory glance, there were no books on this bookcase, and it was full of notebooks of various colors. Ning Jia took out the first book, opened it and looked at it, and it was indeed called about the cross night.

She sat on the floor leaning against the bookcase, reading the notebook carefully.

Cross Night is a Cassius genre, which is an unknown genre from the Cassius genre era. They are Kasiu who specialize in walking in darkness, and each generation of heads of the house has done their best to investigate it, but the Night of the Cross remains mysterious, hidden in the darkness.

All of the notes invariably mention the two skills of the Cross Night, the Cross and the Breath Method. It's just that they only know their names, and there is no more detailed information.

Literally, the cross should be the cross-shaped scar on the head of the Ning Xuan family, but no one knows what it looks like. And this method of breathing, if you presumably, should be a method of hiding and stealth. Like the cross, no one knows what it looks like. But unlike the cross, there is a very detailed record of the method of reciprocation. It is said that those who practice the method of pranayama need to stay in a place of absolute darkness for a long time, and even those who are gifted and intelligent need more than five years. Many generations of family heads have made many speculations about this information. The vast majority of people agree that the word "night" in the cross night should represent the method of breathing, or the darkness needed to practice the method of breathing.

It is hard to imagine that the Ning family has such amazing wealth, huge manpower, and abundant channels to get such a pitiful amount of information, which has to say how hidden this genre is.

And the last notebook was 80 years ago. It is recorded that when the head of the family of that generation was in charge of the Ning family, he did not get any information related to the cross night at all. At the end of the note, the head of the house gave his own speculation that the Crossnight school should be lost to history. With the advent of the academy era, countless once glorious genres have been wiped out, and it is only natural that the dissipation of the Cross Night is a normal thing.

Could it be that the Night of the Cross has not actually dissipated, and it has always existed? She couldn't help but worry about her brother Bowen again.

Chen Du glanced at the room, he had been preparing for this day for a long time. At this time, the middle of the night is the time when the protection is the weakest, and the darkness can bring him help.

His card bag contains many cards, and for safety, he specially made a "big loach", so as not to have a lot of fun if the air flow gets stuck on the road. In addition to this, he also purchased several four-star energy cards, and a high-speed airflow card, the "Big Loach" does not have much advantage in terms of speed, and its strength is the change of direction. There are also lighting cards and heat cards, which are commonly used in the field. These cards cost Chen Duan a lot of contribution points, but if he doesn't spend them, they are all wasted. In addition, he also exchanged a large number of money cards with contribution points, no matter where he went, he always couldn't do without money, and the "weak water" set of pens was carried closely.

As for the rest of the contribution points, he bought a very high-grade meter, which is a combat meter with six card slots, that is, in addition to energy cards, he can insert five cards at the same time for backup. Not only that, but it has a lot of features, such as directions, maps, and more.

This gauge alone cost him five thousand contribution points, which is also the highest level gauge that the base can buy.

The elastic straw sandals, the wall lily, the grimace flower, and the belt that he had never used once and which contained three highly toxic smoke grenades were all equipped. He always carried these things with him, and the things that the devil girl gave him were very useful.

When the time comes, let's go.

The base is not empty at night, and for many card makers and card researchers, they are used to working late at night and resting during the day. This is the opposite of Cathew, which rarely comes out in the middle of the night. At this time, in the base, it is common to see groups of card makers gathering together to discuss something, or hurriedly walking towards the consignment office or towards the material selection supermarket.

Chen Du walked around the base calmly, and no one noticed him.

Every fifth floor of the building has an exit level, and there are many exits on this floor. However, these exits are closed, so if you need to get out, you need to have permission to enter and exit. If you happen to have permission, swipe your key card and the exit will open automatically. Each exit is dotted with a large number of detection cards, which are not spared in every corner to make sure that the person who is going out matches the room card.

Chen's room card does not have access rights.

He came to the fifteenth floor, hiding in a dark corner. From here, it happens to be able to observe every exit from this floor. The exit outside the ground floor is only used by Cassiu, as only they can fly with Airflow Cards.

During this time period, there were very few Cashews going out, but Chen Du had secretly observed that on average, in the hour from now on, there would be an average of six or seven Cashews going out, and it was these people's ideas that he hit.

All he has to do now is wait, wait patiently.

(To be continued)