They made their way up the spiral wooden staircase to the second floor, footsteps echoing through the empty hallway. As their footsteps approached, a magnificent scene unfolded before the eyes of the white night.

Countless bookshelves nearly ten meters tall stood on the second floor, standing there like giants, each bookcase was filled with books of all sizes, the heavy smell of ink filled the air, Bai Ye's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

The hall they were in seemed to be a labyrinth, with intricate corridors intertwined and disorienting. The light was dim, except for a faint light from nowhere that flickered between the bookshelves, casting strange shadows.

The shelves are arranged in a staggered manner, seemingly endless. The covers of books take on a wide variety of colors and patterns, representing different fields of knowledge and valuable wisdom. White Night stares at them, as if he can feel the power and story contained within.

He cautiously approached one of the buildings, stroking the books on the shelves with his hand, feeling the rough texture.

At this moment, the king suddenly coughed twice, interrupting the white night's musings.

"White Night, these books contain so much knowledge that they have generated substantial energy, and will make those who come eager to find out at all costs, and eventually die of thirst in front of the bookshelves. You have to be careful not to get caught up in them or you will end up getting lost here. ”

Bai Ye shook his head silently, shaking out the strong desire for knowledge in his mind

It turned out to be like this, no wonder he had a strange feeling as soon as he went up to the second floor, and he wanted to ruin every book here.

I thought I had finally become a hobby of reading, but I was a little disappointed.

After calming down completely, he said, "I see, King, take us to the Book of Death, and when you find it, you can leave the Holy of Holies with us and go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. space carrier, where it will be safer." ”

The king was silent for a moment, and then did not give a clear answer: "Hmm...... Come with me first, let's go find the Book of Death. ”

White Night and Wanda followed Wang through the bookshelves, carefully dodging the sticking bookshelves and scattered books. Each book exudes an air of antiquity and mystery, as if it has a life of its own.

Their eyes constantly scanned the shelves, looking for clues that might contain the Book of Death. An intricate labyrinth is formed between the bookshelves, in which the king is like a navigator who knows the way, leading them forward.

White Night and Wanda sometimes bent over, sometimes sideways around the corners of the jutting bookshelves, their movements nimble and agile, their eyes sometimes drawn to the fascinating books, but they knew that the task was too important to indulge themselves in.

After walking dozens of steps, the king stopped in front of a bookshelf, and he began to carefully rummage through the books on the shelves, looking for traces of the Book of Death. His hand quickly flipped through the covers of each book, hoping to find the mysterious one.

However, as time passed, Wang's face gradually became anxious. He shook his head constantly, his brow furrowed. Eventually, unable to suppress the shock in his heart, he shouted loudly, "Gone!" The Book of the Dead is gone! ”

This unexpected news surprised both Hakuya and Wanda. Their eyes also turned to the shelves to which the king had pointed, and though the books were almost filling the first floor of the shelves, they could barely make a small abrupt gap.

Silence hung over them, save for the faint sound of pages turning in the air.

The king's cry echoed among the endless bookshelves, stretched and slowed as if a merciless mockery of their efforts and hopes.

The white night was silent for a moment, in fact, he knew that the Book of Death was not here, but in Latvilia, that is, in the fortress of Dr. Doom.

However, the purpose of his coming here is not to find the Book of Death, that thing by itself cannot save the world, the main purpose is to see if he can bring the king, and then ......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, sweeping a mysterious aura. Immediately after, a almost transparent soul form appeared in front of the three of them.

Bai Ye squinted, only to see a few strands of silver-white silk thread dotted between the soul hair, revealing the traces of time, and still had a slender and neat mustache.

It was only not possible to fully confirm his identity until now, but the bright red cloak that the soul wore betrayed him, and the cloak was like a ghost light in the starry sky.

Although the figure under the cloak is transparent, it exudes an otherworldly aura.

The soul's voice echoed in the wind, with an otherworldly magic: "King! Hold on, I'll help you defeat the Druid Master! ”

And when the king heard the voice, he shouted in surprise, "Stephen? Didn't you go to heaven to do it? ”

The soul laughed and replied:

"I sensed danger in the sanctuary, so I sent back to save you with an astral projection, all right, king, let's ...... Wait, what about the druids? And why is Wanda here, and who are you? How are you guys on the second floor? ”

"Uh... And the king, your hand......"

Doctor Strange's voice was full of confusion and curiosity, his gaze scanning his surroundings and people. He notices the absence of the Druid Master, as well as the presence of Wanda and White Night, which baffles him.

White Night stepped forward and explained to Doctor Strange, "Master Druid has been defeated by us, and as for me, I am White Night, and Wanda has come here with me to search for the Book of Death. ”

"Plus, you're too late, at least five minutes late."

Doctor Strange's soul frowned slightly, and his cloak shook back and forth, as if he was thinking about Bai Ye's words.

After a long time, he said slowly: "The Book of Death...... Do we have this? King? ”

When Wang heard Doctor Strange's question, he couldn't help but feel very speechless. He shook his head and replied with a slightly wry smile, "Stephen.... You.... Well, we bought that book four years ago, and I put it on this shelf seven months ago, don't you usually come to the library to check it out? ”

"Also, don't worry about my hands, it doesn't matter."

Doctor Strange listened to Wang's explanation, and his face showed a hint of surprise, and then he pulled his mustache in embarrassment.

It is true that his butler and servant Wang is responsible for organizing the library, and he only needs to deal with all kinds of heroic things outside, and most of the complicated things are worried by Wang.

"Ahem...... Are you sure? Doctor Strange muttered to himself, a hint of confusion in his voice. Maybe it's because I've had some kind of distorted memory in my out-of-body experiences and forgotten about it......"

Wang rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, White Night, huh? If you want to find the Book of Death, let me help you find its location. ”

Doctor Strange began to chant the ancient and mysterious incantation, his voice low and majestic, and as he chanted, the aura around him gradually condensed, forming a golden shimmer of light, forming a circle around him.

His fingers trembled slightly, and his consciousness penetrated deep into the realm of divination. He saw flickering images symbolizing fragments of past, present, and future. He sensed every book on the shelf, their energy fluctuations and information flow.

But suddenly, his body trembled violently, and the circle quickly dissipated.

Doctor Strange slowly opened his eyes, a hint of alarm on his face. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

"Someone used magic to interfere with my predictions." His voice was low and calm, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you." ”