Ichilo was shocked, and a painful sound came out of his throat.

Looking at the book in the hand of the weaver woman, it is a blue-black cover, the paint has faded in color, and the pages are thick and heavy, exuding a strong atmosphere of ancient books.

"It's not good, this book is placed in such a conspicuous position, it is obviously deliberately placed, and the master must have put a poisonous spell on it. ”

"Senior Sister Man, do you have anything to do?"

The weaver woman didn't make a sound, but she still held the book in her hand, and stood in place in a daze, only shaking her head gently.

Luo Ke looked at the weaver woman at a loss, and the book seemed to stick to her hand.

At this time, he was obviously panicked, he stretched out his hand and shook the weaver woman, and asked again: "Senior Sister Man, I'm talking to you, did you hear me? What's wrong with you now......?"

The Weaver Woman's lips moved, her face was calm, and there was something strange in her eyes, and she reached out and handed the book out.

"Senior Brother Luo Ke, this is the book we are looking for. ”

Luo Ke looked down, but only felt that his heart sank fiercely, as if he had received a shocking thunderbolt in his head.

"The Art of Red Death! there really is a book!" he exclaimed, and there was an unconcealable excitement in his voice, even though Rocco had tried his best to suppress the intense excitement, and the strange exhilaration, which came from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Luo Ke is not alone, even Weaver Po is the same.

But any citizen of the Isle of Bitter Evil, in such a situation today, would be so excited to see this ancient book with their own eyes.

Not only because Brother Gucci was saved, but also because he learned of the widely circulated forbidden spell on the Isle of Misery, the magic that was imprisoned by the covenant of the gods, and at this time, it was witnessed by these two unknown people.

"The Art of Red Death, there really is a book, it is really not a random legend of the clansmen, it is really a matter of fact......" Luo Ke's suppressed voice, after saying these words with difficulty, he couldn't say it anymore, he only felt trembling and trembling, but it was not because of the wind and snow this night, but this book contains many secrets.

The weaver woman opened her mouth, but she also spoke. This "The Art of Red Death", which many people hoped for, is now like a ghost, quietly lying in her arms, like an infant child, waiting to be fed.

She turned her head and stared out the window at the snow.

The snow grew heavier and heavier, almost obscuring the entire window, and the tall window became even more eerie and miserable under the green glow of the whole room. She should have understood from the beginning that this night was not destined to be an ordinary night.

The shock brought by this book is higher than what the master taught him. Statements such as "The magic of Bitter Island is dead", "The magic of Bitter Island is fading rapidly", "The magic of Bitter Island is dead, and there will be no day of recovery" and so on, all seem to have been overturned in an instant.

"The Art of Red Death" is a forbidden art among the forbidden arts in the island of bitterness, it is a kind of spell that intersects with the netherworld, and those who practice this art must have great cultivation in order to bring people back to life and resurrect their souls.

It's just that this spell can only be used by the practitioner on other people, and it does not do him any good. Moreover, anyone who practices this mantra will lose a lot of spirit every time they cast it, and at worst they will hurt their vitality and the foundation of their cultivation. Those who are not cultivated enough to forcibly exert it may be eaten by the power of the netherworld, and the end will be unsightly.

The Red Death technique can save people, but it can't save itself, and it doesn't even benefit oneself. And every time you cast this spell, you are going against the way of heaven, but you are against the orders of the gods, and you will be punished by heaven. It is precisely because of this that in the island of Bitter Evil, very few people practiced such spells, and then they were imprisoned by the covenant of the gods, and the ancestors of the island also burned the ancient books and made a vow that they would never be used in the future.

It's just that today, the two of them saw "The Art of Red Death" again, and found that such an ancient book still exists, and it has not been burned, but it has been carefully preserved by the master. This shows that the magic of the Isle of Misfortune is not dead, they are still there. In a certain lineage, they still exist.

An unsettling desire, like a raging fire, ignited in Luo Ke's heart, and so did the Weaver Po. They have the blood of the ancestors of the Isle of Bitter Evil, their thirst for magic, and it is the blood of the Isle of Bitterness that drives them, their pursuit of power, and their ambition.

After a while, Weaver Po asked, "Senior Brother Luo Ke, what should we do next?"

"I don't know......" Rocco's voice was hoarse, the blue and black book made the magic blood in his body move, and even he didn't know why his heart was restless.

In this way, we took the book, turned back to the master, told the master what happened, and begged the master to help us save the senior brother. ”

"I'm afraid not. Luo Ke pondered for a moment, his face darkening.

He said: "If the master knows that we understand the existence of this book, let alone save the senior brother, I'm afraid we will ......."

At this point, Roco stopped and said no more.

"I'm afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid ......" Luo Ke stretched out his hand, making it look like a knife with his hand, and wiped a handful on his neck, which means "death".

"Impossible!" Weaver Po suddenly raised her voice, but her feet staggered, and she took a step back, "The master will never do this......" She said halfway, her voice finally lowered, and she thought of the stakes of this book, and the seriousness of secretly storing forbidden books and cultivating forbidden arts on Bitter Island.

This is the legacy of the ancestors of Bitter Island since the covenant of the gods, in order to survive and reproduce on Bitter Island, to avoid the punishment of the gods again, the magic and spells of Bitter Island are all abolished, and the ancient books are burned, and they will never be used again.

If anyone discovers that cultivating alone with their own selfish desires is a great sin for the many people of Bitter Evil Island, then the cultivator will definitely be punished the heaviest punishment on Bitter Evil Island.

Thinking of this verse, Weaver felt that Luo Ke's words made sense. Although the tiger poison does not eat children, the master's temperament is strange, and he happens to be in retreat these days, and when the elder brother is dying, the two of them are restless, and such things are not coming. If there is a mistake in the future, the whole line will be implicated, so it seems that this matter is indeed not trivial.

"If the master wanted to save the senior brother, I think he would have saved it a long time ago, so why wait until this day. Roco said in a low voice. "You just have to look at every book on the shelves here, and the rest of the books are wiped clean, except for the book that is covered with a thick layer of dust, except for your finger marks, but there is not a trace. ”

Weaver looked at Luo Ke suspiciously, lowered her voice and asked, "So what should we do next?"