Along the passage of the library area for the guests, Xi Ke used a special incantation to light the magic lamps in the shape of oil lamps on the walls on both sides. Xi Ke began to feel that his shoulders were very heavy, he turned his shoulders, but the condition of the heavy shoulders did not improve, Xi Ke rubbed it with his hand, but in an instant there was a feeling of touching another person's hand on his shoulder, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Chill felt a chill run down his spine, and he opened his third eye to see the gray, sarcoma-covered crumpled mana monsters crawling all over the hallways, scurrying around like monster kids.

"It's the curse of the Divine Stick again!"

Naimo turned to Seren, "Didn't he go to the police station?

"The effect of the blockade weapon is not so fast. Serenne said. Thoshabai only reduced the effect of the magic weapon at the venue, but it couldn't make it invalid.

Xi Ke looked intently, "Ai Zhulian probably has a branching magic weapon on her body, so hurry up and catch her. Nick heard the constant "rumble" and "rumble" behind the wall. The magic book is stimulated by the gray-skinned monster and rushes around the bookshelf.

From the other end of the hallway, a large flock of about thirty books rushed by, vibrating the book covers like a flock of birds crossing the border. All three squatted down with their heads in their hands.

The magic lights on the ceiling began to flicker, and the posters on the walls gradually peeled off.

Namo laughed and said, "If we don't do anything, it's going to be a Saturday scene here." 」

Seren stared at Xi Ke and Naimo, the two mages looked down at their hands and sleeves, and after three seconds, Xi Ke looked up first and said, "Since there is a youkai she controls here, I should be able to copy Shijie sneaking back to her. But I'm not going to jump into the method of copying shijie with the flesh. 」

In this case, instead of slowly searching for the substance, it is better to go to the other side to track down.

"That's easy, I'll just push you. There you go. Naimo said to Rick with great seriousness.

"The hardest job thrown at me?"

"It's the skill that matters when dealing with this situation, and you're much better than me. Besides, if you lose to this kind of rotten thing who can't pass the national exam, it's too much||"

Cheek interrupted Namo, "You don't have to finish your sentence, I know. 」

"Bring one of my branches. 」

Serian opened the leather belt bag on his waist, which had been sent by Ms. Lyernott herself. Inside the fanny pack is a row of seven stone sticks that look like miniature versions of staffs. Seren took out one and held it, and the staff turned into a golden branch, and Seren's holy sword Liliang temporarily attached to it: "Take this, and my sword can protect you." 」

"Thank you. Rick took the branch and held it in his hand.

The holy sword Liliang did not disappear because it left Seren, and it still worked steadily on the branches. Xi Ke closed his eyes and withdrew his senses from the material realm, and the sound in his ears was like a hot wind carrying a large amount of sand and dust. Naimo gave him a push on the back of Xi Ke, and he fell into the copy shijie.

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Now, he saw that all the magic lights in the corridor were dim. Rick touched the branch to the ground, and countless golden trees lit up in the darkness, as if they had been there. Their branches reached to the ceiling, and the golden glow illuminated the place. Where there are trees, there are no gray monsters.

Rick descended into the hallway.

The aisles are full of books, flying everywhere. In the copying shijie, because it is not seen through the eyes of matter, the surface and the inside of everything will be interchanged. The book is no longer a book, but a mass of tangled words, constantly emitting a noisy chant.

There are also books that take on the form of authors, sitting in the corners and reading psalms paragraph after paragraph. Instead of reading the book aloud, they read the beautiful words intermittently and quietly, full of struggle and pain, just as they did when they created the sentences, and sometimes they suddenly read out a long series of texts without coherence.

Some of the books are turned into people holding books walking past Rick, and many of these are sets of books, and they are busy looking for their previous episode or the next episode. If you manage to get it together, you will dance hand in hand in a circle.

Nick consults the text crawling on the wall. He was looking for a poem made by his magic that would show him where the target was.

He found a poem to write on the ceiling and craned his neck to read it. That's the handwriting of Rick, his poem:

"There's a madwoman over here.

"There was a woman whose son did not recognize.

"She doesn't know what she's supposed to do.

"I don't know what I am,

"I don't know what I am,

"I don't know what I've done in the past,

"I don't know what I can do in the future,

"Finally, she didn't know she was human. 」

Xi Ke lowered the corners of his mouth and shrunk his neck. He really didn't know how those who were writers could have the courage to show their works to others. Just by guiding the construction of this poem, he really wanted to find a hole to drill.

A red arrow pointed to the poem, in a different handwriting from the poem: "This poem proves that even if you write badly, daring to write is the beginning of a poet." God knows who gave the comment.

Another thick blue arrow stretched long from the side of the poem, and Rick ran after this arrow, and he chased it to the inner atrium of the Magic Book Library.

High up in the wall of this circular square, paved with colored tiles and chairs arranged in two concentric circles, there are numerous small holes that lead to other stacks through which only books can pass.

Usually, guests are resting and chatting underneath, and a large number of books are flying overhead. Now there was a huge bat here, hanging upside down with its feet grasping at the chandelier, and its face as hideous as that of Ai Zhulian.

Rick sighed. In foreign cultures, bats are a symbol of evil, but in Altaro they are messengers of luck. He hoped that Bripegg's gang would stop this act of slandering the Ethero culture.

A large number of magic books swirled around the bat, poking it with the corners of the book and attacking it. The entangled text is like a black cloud created by a swarm of bees.

Syk took a step forward and recited the psychic spell he had never seen in the book before. Mind spells are almost all illegal, but the primary detection spell he uses is legal with a mage's license, and it is a legitimate defense, not on people, but on the opponent's psychic clone, and it will not affect the body, so it doesn't matter.

"I want to know what is there, and open the way for me to review. 」

The big bats turned into countless small bats like a pile of sand and flew with the book, and Xi Ke grabbed one of them, pulled its wings with both hands, and pulled it away like opening a piece of cloth, and with a shake, it turned into a black shadow, and Xi Ke draped the black shadow over his body.

Shijie in front of him was shrouded in darkness.

This act of draping something on his body is through a door for Xi Ke. He waited in the dark for a while, and the voice of the magic book was far away, and another voice in an exotic Chinese language came. Rick followed the sound as he walked forward, his footsteps moving, and he was suddenly in a baby room.

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All the furniture in this room is Western-style, there are Western-style dolls everywhere, and the walls are pasted with letters in foreign characters, which looks like a scene from a Western-style movie. The voice he heard turned out to be from a tape recorder placed next to a Western-style crib, which kept playing the words of the foreign characters, one word after another in a pleasant, clear, but otherwise meaningless tone.

Xike is not good at foreign languages, and most of them cannot be understood. He cast the spell again, transmuting the copy into the Etheric language.

The words that are repeated over and over again are: "great", "special", "noble", "pure", "beautiful", "positive......

When a word appears too many times, it becomes a sticker and sticks to the wall, like one label after another.

"Decorate your heart with praise. Rick thought to himself.

These countless labels are the shijie that Ai Zhulian pursues. Despite all the decorations, the crib was empty. There is no label, but the self is never born.

Tick knew what she wanted most of the time now, and when that label appeared, Tick reached out and grabbed it.

It reads, "Beloved of God."

The sand flew, blowing labels, cribs, radios, everything into the darkness behind Rick. Shijie in front of him regains his light. Rick opened his palm, and there was nothing in it. Ai Zhu Lian was three meters in front of Xi Ke.

Xi Ke returned to the material shijie and appeared next to Ai Zhu Lian. There was no light in the room they were in now. The light source comes from the walls, each of which is paved with stones that emit blue light. The uneven, blue glow mixed with white light is like being at the bottom of a shallow sea, and the sunlight is coming through the sea.

The bookshelves here are unlike any other. The bookshelf here is a board protruding from the wall, the angle is slightly upward, the book is not placed outwards with the back of the book, but the cover is placed outward, and the seats of each book are placed far apart, and the wall that is not covered by the book is finely engraved with the spell of suppression.

None of the books here are printed. Some are tied in parchment, others are countless pieces of clear glass, strung together with iron hoops. There are also single sheets of paper and bamboo slips, and in one place there is even a wooden barrel lid. The only thing these "books" have in common is that "there are words on them".

Ai Zhulian sat in the center of the room. There were no more pages beside her, and the fake foreign mage clothes all over her body were in tatters, as if they had been repeatedly cut by sharp weapons, and there were thin red wounds on her body.

That's the page cut. The paper cut hurts, but Rick doesn't sympathize with her.

This room is the room where the notes of the innate mage are placed. Only the magic book in this room is shrouded in magic and does not move much. The page didn't want to enter this room, so he let Ai Zhulian go.

Xi Ke saw a round wooden artifact lying on the ground, and he pierced it with his sacrificial knife, feeling the air clear all at once. The curse of the artifact dissipated.

"I am loved, I am loved, God loves me, loves me......" Ai Zhulian said to herself. She clutched a book in her hand. The book had a dark brown cover, the color was like braised pork, there were many stitching marks on it, it was put together with several pieces of leather, and there was not a word on the cover, only the title label added by the Magic Book Museum. From the side, the pages and covers are the same color, but in different shades.

Nick had a gut feeling that she had thrown the important artifact on the ground in order to grasp the book.

That book is the "Corpse Book", the notes of the dead emperor Jesahua.

"I advise you to put down that book, it's not worth stealing it. Rick said.