"Cats catch rats, so many bad breeds."

Yue Guanchao saw that there was no way forward, so he immediately changed his direction and beckoned everyone to run towards the stairs.

"Brother Yue, it seems that the door is open!"

Yue Guanchao leaned against the stone barricade, condescendingly shot at the soldiers and bandits, he looked in the direction pointed by Ah Ying, there was indeed a room that was half-hidden.

His eyes lit up, and he thought that the situation was not as bad as he thought!

This half-hidden room is a timely rain for them, so they can avoid the limelight first: "Okay, let's quickly hide in with the cat's waist, there are many of them, we can't win." ”

While on guard, Yue Guanchao took his companion up to the second floor and pushed open the half-covered door.

He picked up a brick and smashed it into the room, but there was no movement but echo, making sure there was no ambush inside, beckoning everyone to hide inside.

"Quick, they're going to catch up."

The bandits quickly converged and ran up the stairs, about to chase them to the door where they were.

Yue Guanchao beckoned Xiao Wu and closed the stone door with a bang.

said that it was too late, and at the moment when the soldiers and bandits caught up with them, the door of the room was completely closed, and Yue Guanchao and they inserted the top door post to block all the gangsters outside.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

"Open the door, open the door for the master, hey, I can't cure you anymore."

"Boss, why haven't we seen this library when we were on patrol."

"Idiot, a bunch of rice buckets, you didn't check it properly......"

Outside the door, the soldiers and bandits slammed on the door, and a rumbling sound pierced through the cracks into everyone's ears.

Their shouting and shouting never stopped, like a puppet man who never got tired, kept knocking on the door of the stone room, probably impatient, and pulled the trigger to hit the stone door.

Listening to the sound of gunshots, everyone was afraid for a while, if they closed the door a little later, they would definitely not be able to win this bandit.

Yue Guanchao calmed down a little, turned on the flashlight to illuminate the room, they lit the bronze cup on the wall with a fire fold, a trace of warm light gradually appeared in the room, and the darkness and terror gradually receded!

This is probably one of the classic book pavilions of Nogido!

Everyone looked around, the classic pavilion was square and circumferential, and there were rows of bookshelves in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, which just surrounded the pavilion door.

The ancient books on the shelves are like cigarette rolls, simple scrolls, and picture scrolls...... All the books that could be recorded were densely packed with grates, and some of the books had been corroded by moisture and rotted because there was no one in the cabinet to maintain them, and they could fall apart at the slightest touch.

Ancient books are the best books for studying history, and for Song Siyuan, who graduated from a major in literature and history, watching thousands of years of ancient books become like this, it is more uncomfortable than killing her - if this thing is in her hands, it will definitely not be treated like this.

She walked up and looked around, and the bookshelves were not strange, just shelves made of ordinary rough wood, ordinary and ordinary.

What made her feel strange was the copper pages of the book hanging in mid-air from the top of the pavilion!

In the square bookshelf, the empty pavilion heart, from the top hanging down hundreds of crimson strings, down the green rust of brass pages, from a distance, like a temple pine tree hanging peace wishes, full of red silk by the hand, copper pages collide, jingle bells!

Song Siyuan walked over and took a closer look, the red silk was about the thickness of his index finger, woven by hundreds of thin silk threads, shining with stars under the light of the flashlight, and he guessed that the wire should have been twisted inside.

Otherwise, decades have passed, and it would have been rotten a long time ago, and even a piece of tofu could not be lifted.

There were too many rusts on the green rust copper page, and she couldn't make out the handwriting carved on the seal for a long time, so she hurriedly finished taking a photo, lifted the silk silk and walked towards the heart of the pavilion.

"Yue Guanchao, come on, I found this!"

But after a moment, Song Siyuan's rapid breathing came from the depths of the copper page.

Yue Guanchao thought that she had encountered some accident, so she opened the red silk rope array and took a look, and immediately saw the culprit who made Song Siyuan startled.

In the center of the page, a dried corpse that had been hung upside down swayed by the rope!

Yue Guanchao took off the bronze wall lamp and observed it carefully, the fire shone on the surface of the corpse, and the black shadow was swaying, which was quite weird.

This dried corpse was wearing the uniform of Tang Dianrong's soldiers and bandits, the spear in his hand was nowhere to be found, his eyes had shrunk into dried sour plums, and the black bloodshot lines around him showed that he had been greatly frightened before his death.

The bandit's body was so badly deformed that it looked like it had been folded into a meat roll from a distance.

His head and feet were curled up together like shrimp and insects, his calves were broken in reverse and pressed against his stomach, his head was misaligned in front and back, his palms were also broken and tied to his back, the skin of his whole body was completely peeled off, and the exposed dried flesh was full of knife marks.

Only his hands were hung in the air in chains, and a few strands of white hair like withered grass floated on his bare skull.

The dried human skin was cut into slender strips, the joints of the body were completely bound, and a wooden stick was pierced into the back of the neck, which jumped out from the lower abdomen, and the wooden stick was soft and shiny, like chopsticks full of ointment, and it must have been extremely painful before death.

"Tang Dianrong's soldiers and bandits are hanging in the library pavilion in this dead state, do you think he is the culprit who tortured and killed the witch?"

Ah Ying's speculation is not unreasonable, just now those soldiers and bandits were still calling the door outside, twenty-five years ago, maybe it was really the person in front of him who tortured and killed the witch for his own selfish interests.