"That was a few months ago. I got the news about the dagger and traveled to Spain on my own. There, in the middle of the sea, an ancient castle was found. But it was in the middle of the sea, and by the help of witchcraft, I was lucky enough to find the library of the castle. The dagger was also in that library. ”

The old man of Madrid explained it briefly. Then he pointed to the path in front of him and said with a smile, "It should be this road, which can lead to the library." ”

Jiang Qingjiu stood up, looked at the old man, and smiled. Return: "Let's go, then." Old Mr. Madrid. There's no point in staying here anymore. ”

The old man smiled with satisfaction and patted Ginger Sake's shoulder. In a reassuring tone, he said, "Trust me to be right. ”

The trail is filled with white gravel. When you step on it, it will make a rattling sound.

Jiang Qingjiu put his hands in his jacket pockets and followed behind the old man.

"That's the front. ”

In front of you, you can see a large room. Supported by thick stone pillars, white stone walls, and gray-white stone roofs, it resembles an ancient Greek temple, but this room has high walls on all sides.

Directly across from the path was a stone wall, and the two of them circled the room. Standing on a wider road, directly opposite is a quaint gate with some simple ornamentation carved into it.

Underneath the gate are three stone steps three meters long.

The two walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy stone door. A puff of dust was created, scattered in the air.

Jiang Qingjiu waved his hand, opened his eyes and looked inside, and in the wide room, a series of lights suddenly rose. The lights on these stone platforms instantly brightened the whole room.

I really don't know who built these buildings here, and even after all these years, they can still be activated.

Madrid looked up, and in order to avoid the dust, he couldn't help but put his head under his coat. At this time, he raised his head, patted the dust on his clothes, covered his mouth with one hand, and coughed twice. Suddenly seeing what he saw in front of him, he couldn't help laughing excitedly. "This is the place where the library of the castle was laid out in the same layout as it was in the depths of the Spanish sea. ”

"But why, is there an identical castle in this place?"

Seeing the old man in Madrid, he frowned, as if he was lost in thought. Jiang Sake walked to the front on his own, and took down a large dusty book from the shelves one after another. I looked through it.

The cover of the title reads, Abyssal Bunker, December 27, 1999, Treasury Revenue Book.

This place also has finances, this kind of learning.

The corners of Jiang Sake's mouth rose slightly, and this place seemed to be more interesting than expected.

"In the last business of the year, the owner made a deal with a mysterious Oriental. The general content is as follows: Mr. Nan, in exchange for a gem with pure blood and qi, in exchange for a master's secret treasure. ”

Under Mr. Nan's name, there is a line of annotation: Mr. Nan is the mysterious Oriental. “

Ginger closed the book. I was a little nervous in my heart, December 27, 1999, wasn't that the era when that movement began? Could the mysterious Oriental man "Mr. Nan" written above be related to the great changes in the Chinese cultivation world back then?

According to the author himself at the beginning of the book, this is just a financial record about the Abyss Bunker, and other matters are not recorded.

With curiosity, Jiang Sake continued to look below.

The more you look back, the more you can realize that the owner of this ancient castle is not simple, and there are people from all over the world who have extraordinary status, with strange secret treasures, to come to him for trading.

In addition to discovering the unusual identity of the owner of the castle, Jiang Sake also found that this place seems to be not only accessible from the villa in London, but also many places like this in the world. This is also the reason why those bigwigs are able to trade with the owner of the castle.

It's a mysterious place. But such a place comparable to a moving castle can become what it is now, lifeless, as if it had been abandoned for many years.

Jiang Qingjiu finished the financial record book in his hand, but Mr. Nan, who came from the east, only appeared once on December 27. Could it be that he was thinking too much about it Jiang Qingjiu shook his head and put the book back.

The bookshelf in front of me should be full of books on financial matters.

"Look at the bottom. ”

Jiang Sake squatted down and took out a dusty book from the lower layer, which was obviously heavier than the previous one.

Patted the dust on it. The book was wrapped in thick brown paper.

Take out the ancient book inside. It has a financial breakdown written on it.

A few words, all of which are Juanjuan pen fonts. Open the first page, it says, 22 years, the first business after the castle moved to this place.

Unexpectedly, the person who did business with me this time was an Oriental who was out of time and space, but it was the first time I had met such a person. He brought what I wanted, and I traded with him, and I have to say that this man really doesn't want people of this era in words and deeds.

Judging by the description in the book, the writer should be the owner of this castle. Moreover, the castle was moved from somewhere else, which is in line with what the old man of Madrid said earlier.

Could it be that this castle was in the middle of the Spanish sea?

At this time, the old man of Madrid did not know when he came over. He saw the page that Jiang Sake had turned over, and when he saw it, he showed an expression of sudden realization.

"So that's the case, it turns out that the castle on the Spanish side is the same person as the castle here. It's hard to imagine what kind of existence this is, to be able to build an ancient castle under the abyss, and still trade in such a place. But this castle doesn't seem to have any treasures, so the owner of the castle must have moved the castle to another place like last time. “

The old man of Madrid guessed.

Jiang Qingjiu was not frightened by the sudden appearance of the old man. Hearing the old man's words, he grinned and asked, "Old Mr. Madrid, you are at the door, have you figured out something?"

The old man smiled awkwardly and replied: "You can see everything, but you haven't come up with anything, but the dagger has sparked my association." Two of the same castles are in two different places, and I thought there would be a dagger in this place as well. Now it seems that this dagger was only left by the owner of the castle, and like the other treasures of the castle in the sea on the Spanish side, it is estimated that something happened that made him have to move his residence, and he did not even take the treasure away. ”

Ginger sake closed the ancient book. It was handed to the old man.

The old man of Madrid asked curiously: "Mr. wine, are you not curious about the deeds of this castle at the beginning?"

"It's just a record of the dealings made by the owner of the castle, and there's no useful information to be given. “

Next to this row of bookshelves, Jiang Sake opened the books on the other shelves and opened the one on it. Almost all of the dates date from late 1999 to early 2000, and it is almost as follows that the owner of the castle must have left shortly after this time.

Next to the bookshelf where the finances are recorded is the bookshelf where the dreams of the owner of the castle are placed. Moreover, there are two rows of books containing the dreams of the owner of the castle, and it seems that this person must have been in the dream world often.

None of these things have any real effect. The two continued to rummage inside.

In the center of the room, there is a mirror the height of an adult male. The mirror is trimmed with gold, and the back is facing the comer.

On the bookshelf next to the mirror is an introduction to the various treasures owned by the owner of the castle.

Ginger sake was put back in the ancient book. Walked around the mirror in a half circle. Looking at the old man in Madrid, he asked, "Old man Madrid, have you ever seen this mirror?" Jiang Qingjiu pointed to the mirror placed on the stage.

The old man got up from the ground and took a few deep breaths, as if he was a little tired. Skimming the ginger sake, he walked to the back of the mirror, put one hand on the mirror, spread the palm of his hand, touched the back of the mirror, and looked at it carefully with wide eyes. Shaking his head, he returned: "Maybe it's just an ordinary mirror, nothing special." At that time, in the ancient castle on the Spanish side, I did not see such an ancient mirror. “

The two of them circled around the mirror and turned to the front of the mirror.

Just when neither of them was vigilant, something strange happened suddenly.

The two turned around, intending to look at the front of the mirror. But I quietly saw that there was a blood-red mark on the mirror, which should be the blood left by something.

The two of them were not reflected in the mirror, but nothing. Just when the two of them were puzzled, suddenly behind the two of them in the mirror, a pair of red, blood-stained hands suddenly stretched out. A long-haired man with no face appeared behind the two of them. A cold sweat broke out at once.

Almost a reaction to a crisis situation, the two subconsciously turned around. Ten thousand thoughts had risen in my mind, but I suddenly found that there was nothing in front of me.

The old man in Madrid took a deep breath and confirmed to Jiang Qingjiu: "Mr. Wine, you also saw it?"

Jiang Qingjiu nodded and returned: "Old Mr. Madrid, you also saw it." I thought it was just my delusion. “

The old man in Madrid looked at the mirror behind him with some trepidation, and said, "Maybe it's this mirror, what should I say?" I don't know, Mr. Wine, have you ever heard of Illusion. ”

It's like watching a horror movie, and only by experiencing it can you experience that feeling of heart palpitations. Jiang Qingjiu twisted his fingers and nodded back: "I know some." ”

The old man stood up, walked to the mirror, stretched out a hand, and said, "I don't know what your Eastern illusion is, but our Western illusion..."

The voice behind him stopped abruptly, and a bad thought rose in Jiang Qingjiu's heart, and he turned his head to look,

There wasn't even a figure in the back!