Even this kind of thing has already happened, and it is not too strange to accept that there is another library in his mind, but a large part of the books in his mind cannot be opened, and he can't see the contents, Lucien is very puzzled.

Trying to stay calm so that the library in his mind wouldn't be too difficult to "touch" because of the emotional fluctuations, Lucien flipped through the books one by one, noting what books could be opened and what could not be opened.

"History books, you can open them. ”

"Economics books, no problem. ”

"Art books can also be opened. ”

"Some books on mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology, etc., some are okay and some are not. ”

"Is it because of the different rules of the world, so I can't open it, but when I recall the similar knowledge I learned, at least at the university level, I can still remember it, and it is not blocked. ”

This kind of books that can be opened are mainly at the junior and senior high school levels, but the university comprehensive library will definitely not collect junior and senior high school textbooks, but only some scattered teaching research and medieval thesis materials of the corresponding degree for students' reference.

There were a lot of books in the library, and Lucien had only flipped through a small number of them to find these problems, but he wasn't sure or why.

A serious illness just happened, Lucien's body is very weak now, and his mental condition is not good, after reading a lot of books in a row, his mind is already confused, and he can no longer feel the library.

Forced back to bed, Lucien fell into a deep sleep, recuperated and regained his health, in order to face a good tomorrow, Lucian will not forget that he only has one black loaf left, and survival will always come first.

In a drowsy sleep, the sound of squeaking and the sharp harshness of biting wood reached Lucian's ears, waking him up from a dream of many delicacies and a warm, soft bed.

"Mouse?"

Lucian, who was drowsy, turned over in a daze, ready to continue sleeping, but the sound of the mouse grinding his teeth on the wood and stone became louder and more harsh, which made Lucian, who had a keen sense in the dead of night, turn over and turn, and could no longer fall asleep.

After waiting for a long time, the gnawing sound still did not stop, and Lucien had to pull up the blanket and cover his ears, but the sound seemed to be penetrating, coming from all directions, and it was impossible to sleep in a quiet environment.

"What kind of life is this Nima!" Lucian, who became irritable, couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, feeling that he was already a little mentally weak, eating the most unpalatable black bread like fermented with sawdust, wearing the worst linen clothes with polished skin, covered with blankets that were not very warm and couldn't tell what material they were originally made of, and as a result, even the sleep that could forget all the troubles for a while could not be peaceful, squeak, squeak, squeak, like thousands of mice.

Lucien gritted his teeth in hatred, listened carefully to the direction from which the rats' voices came, and since they could not fall asleep, it was better to get up and find the rats, kill one or two, scare the others away, and cursed and swore secretly:

"We must get out of this life as soon as possible!"

As he listened, Lucien struggled to make his way from the sound of gnawing.

Squeak, squeak...... Woo woo woo woo woo ......

Lucien had only to concentrate when he realized that he was hearing the sound of a mouse, which was obviously a burst of eerie crying.

Woo woo woo woo woo ......

In the quiet night, there were no more rat cries and gnawings, only sad and mournful cries.

Lucian's heart throbbed violently, his brain was congested, and his senses became so sharp that he could hear the cold night wind blowing through the crack in the door, and the crying was like singing an ethereal song.

One rolled over and stood up from the bed, and Lucien subconsciously opened the crate and took the remaining black loaf of bread in his hand as a weapon of self-defense, in any case, in terms of hardness, it was enough to stun the thief.

Knock knock, woo woo...... Knock knock, woo woo......

Lucien wondered what the thump was, but immediately realized that it was his own heartbeat, and it was so violent in his ears.

The gloomy wind blew, and Lucien gripped the black bread tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but feel fear in his heart: "This is the world realm with magic and divine magic, is it really a ghost of resentful spirits?"

Fortunately, having experienced the time travel, coupled with the horror and fear of witnessing the magic and the burning of the living during the day, Lucien did not slow down his breathing and forcibly calm down in this terrifying atmosphere.

Moving towards the door, Lucien discerned the direction from which the crying voice was coming from.

The cry was full of desolation, so evident in the middle of the night when it had become very quiet, but all the neighbors around seemed to be lost in their dreams, and none of them made the slightest movement.

The cry seemed to come from under the wall on the right. The closer Lucien got to the door, the clearer his cry became, "Wait, isn't the right side of my house the residence of the burned witch?"

Lucien was stunned: "Wasn't her house burned down by the church? ”

Thinking of the hidden secret room, Lucien, who had read many novels, suddenly flashed words such as "adventure", "treasure", and "magic note" in his mind, and a little greed couldn't help but appear in his heart.

Woo woo woo woo woo ......

The cry seemed to become a little poignant, making Lucien shiver involuntarily, and his mind suddenly sobered, "Even if there are treasures and magic notes, they are under the protection of this weeping spirit." ”

"I'm just an ordinary person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and I don't know how powerful the resentful spirits in this world are, what shortcomings do they have, and what to do to deal with them?"

"Maybe you'll be bewitched, killed, or possessed by the spirits!"

After waking up, Lucien analyzed his own situation, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, if he was blinded by greed, carried away by adventures, and rashly searched for it, then nine times out of ten he would be buried below.

"But you can't wait like this, who knows if the resentful spirit will run up. Lucien's mind raced, thinking about what to do.

Huo Ran, Lucien had a flash of inspiration, and thought of the amount of power he could use, so he cautiously leaned towards the door, for fear that a resentful spirit would suddenly appear behind or in front of him, and the black bread was soaked with the sweat of Lucian's palm.

Pulling open the wooden door a little bit, Lucien's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The wooden door was ajar, and the night was dark outside, and the cold wind was blowing.

Lucien stepped out of the door and saw a light in the distance.

There were no ghosts in front of him, left and right, and after coming out of the house, the ghost cry had become small and faint, Lucien relaxed a little, took a deep breath, took another breath, and then shouted loudly:

"There are ghosts!

The voice was so loud that even Lucien himself was startled, but he didn't expect that this was the effect of shouting with all his might.

"Woohoo", the wild dogs barked in fright.

While listening to this, Lucien hurriedly ran to Adjan's church, of course, the matter of purifying the evil spirits must be professional!

And as a neighbor of the witch, he is likely to be stared at by the church, if it is the original Lucien, of course, it doesn't matter, but he hides the secret of the crossing, and if he relaxes a little, he will show his feet, and this time he took the initiative to go to the church for help, and it was about the witch, which just cleared the suspicion and won the trust of the church, so he didn't have to worry about being noticed by the church.

The church people were greedy for the witch's treasure to kill themselves and plant the possibility, and Lucien also thought of it, so he shouted that there were ghosts to wake everyone up.

In his hurry, Lucien only thought of these aspects, and he couldn't do everything without missing everything.

The church of Adjean was not far away, and soon Lucien saw the building shining with a faint yellow candlelight.

There were two guards in silver chain mail standing at the door of the church, and when they saw Lucien running over, one stretched out his hand to stop, and the other half-drew his sword, ready to attack, and the middle of the night always made people feel dangerous.

"What are you doing in the church?" asked the outstretched guard.

Lucien didn't need to pretend to be nervous, and his voice was nervous: "There are ghosts, I heard the cry of ghosts, it came from the house where the witch who was burned to death today lived!"

When the guard heard this, he also looked a little panicked, he didn't doubt Lucian's words, this kind of thing was something that a midshipman knight squire like him couldn't judge, so he let Decien stay where he was, watched by another guard, and he turned around and walked into the church, and reported to the night vigil priest tonight, the sound of armor clashing from near to far, slowly getting quieter.

A few minutes later, a young priest dressed in a white robe walked out of the church along with the guards.

He had blonde hair and a thin face, and he maintained a characteristic rhythm between his walks, which seemed elegant: "I'm Pastor Benjamin, and you will say the ghost thing again." ”

In front of Pastor Benjamin. The two guards stood quietly, not daring to make any movements, lest the sound of their armor disturb Lord Benjamin's questioning.

Lucien took the trouble to tell how he found the ghost crying, how he thought of the church, and how he dealt with it, with sincerity and respect.

Benjamin listened well, and a soft smile appeared on his face: "Very well, you have done a good job, and being able to overcome your fear and report to the church shows that you are devotion to the Lord." ”

He praised Lucien a few words, then turned to the guard and said, "Thomson, call Gary and Paul out, that witch is just a magic apprentice, there is no need to alarm the bishop." ”

"Yes, Lord Benjamin. Thomson didn't say much, Lord Benjamin is a formal priest, although there is only a first order, but there is no problem at all in dealing with the magic traps left by magic apprentices, informal magic, etc., the gap between the two is bigger than that of knights and high-level knight squires, just like the gap between formal priests and high-level probationary priests, whether it is in status or strength.

Benjamin asked Lucien a few more questions, and he knew his name, until four guards who were also dressed in silver chain mail, but whose strength and oppression far exceeded Thomson's, rushed over.

Outside the witch's burned hut, people gathered in the distance, candles like starlight, accompanied by the silver moon in the sky.

At this time, Lucien discovered that the moon in this world was silver.

The noisy and uneasy chatter disappeared at once after seeing Benjamin coming, revealing a sense of reassurance, and gradually gathered around, and whispered.

"I didn't hear a ghost. ”

"Whether or not, it would be better for the pastor to come and do a cleansing. ”

Lucien listened carefully, and found that he could still hear the faint crying, but what could no one else hear?

Benjamin didn't look out of the ordinary, and said lightly to Lucian: "There are indeed resentful spirits. ”

Apparently he heard the crying.

The four guards nodded their heads as well.