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Ghost Library (1)

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    There is a legend circulating in the nearby generation that in a corner of this city, there is a library invisible to ordinary people. What is different from ordinary libraries is that every book in this library  There is a dead soul hidden in every book.  Only those who are destined can enter this library.

    But what you need to remember is that you can read every book in it, but you can't take away any of it, otherwise you will definitely die within seven days!

    Everyone can only step into this library once in their lifetime. From the moment you step out of the library, you will never be able to step back again. Remember!  Remember!

    We call this mysterious library the Ghost Library.

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    "Click"

    "Click"

    The sound of boots hitting the floor was heard slowly.

    In the dark corridor, someone was walking step by step holding an ancient small oil lamp.  The light of the oil lamp was dim, so weak that it could only illuminate the few steps in front of me.

    The person holding the oil lamp could not see his face clearly in the dim light, and could only vaguely make out a vague outline.

    The small aisle was not long, and the lantern holder quickly reached the end, but he did not stop and continued walking forward.  It was still dark in front of him. Except for the small area illuminated by the oil lamp in his hand, everything around him was wrapped in darkness.

    The darkness is so dark that one can only see it and feel a little cold. There seems to be something secret and terrifying hidden in the invisible darkness. It will jump out at any time and knock you down!

    However, the lantern holder was still walking leisurely, walking through this empty and silent place. He didn¡¯t know how long he had walked, maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was just a while?  He stopped in front of the brown door and opened it gently.

    There was a crisp ringing of bells, which was caused by the swaying of the string of wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the door.  It was still dark outside the door, and I couldn't see the way in or out.

    The lamp holder paused, then took a few more steps, reaching out to fix the oil lamp in his hand on the specially reserved raised position on the right side of the door.  The only light in the darkness seemed to be blown on and off by the wind, and was in danger of being extinguished at any time. However, unexpectedly, the light seemed to be particularly tenacious. No matter how the wind blew, after it turned on and off, it still shined dimly.  Never extinguished.

    "Come in." He said softly to the door.

    A gust of wind blew past him and surged towards the door!

    His face was as still as still water, and with a snap of his fingers, the light suddenly lit up, illuminating the whole house as bright as day, and the bright light illuminated his face.

    It was a very handsome and good-looking face, and he looked like he was only in his early twenties.  The tail of his slightly longer eyes is slightly upturned, and the long black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. The pupils in his eyes are not black, but amber-like in color, as clean and clear as gems washed after rain. At a glance  It was crystal clear, and if he looked carefully, he felt that all the secrets would be exposed before his eyes.

    "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, close," I don't know where, I heard the cry of a child. I looked inside the door. I didn't know when there was a seven or eight-year-old girl squatting in the originally empty house!

    The little girl was wearing clothes that seemed to have been worn for a long time. They were in tatters and the original color could not be seen. Her hair was messy and spread behind her. She hugged her knees and buried her face in them. Her shoulders shook.  Crying, "OooohI'm scaredHelp meI'm scared"

    The person standing at the door looked at her quietly, then walked over and stopped in front of the little girl, "Raise your head." His voice was clear and cold, as cold as broken ice,  Very nice to hear.

    Hearing this, the little girl's shoulders stopped shaking. After being quiet for a few seconds, she slowly raised her head, revealing a pale and swollen face, which did not look like a living person, with a faint green color!

    The room was extremely quiet for a moment, not even the sound of breathing.  There was no surprise or fear on the man's face, it was still as calm as dead water, "Stay."

    He stretched out his right hand, and a white-covered book flew out of nowhere and flew steadily into his hand.  He caught the white paper and put his hand on his chest. The white paper in his hand suddenly turned quickly. In a flash of white light, the little girl suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and got into the white paper!

    "From now on, you can stay here." The man closed the white paper, took it to the bookshelf, stretched out his hand, and the white paper flew back to the bookshelf.

    After putting it away, the man glanced around.  The emptiness in the dark is just an illusion, bookshelf, bookshelf,?Hey, he's still alive.  "

    "It's been a long time since anyone alive came in."

    "Yes, yes, how long do you think he will stay here?"

    ¡°I really hope he can stay longer.¡±

    "Where is the king? Where has the king gone?"

    "I saw the king, where is the king?"

    ""

    Ye Mingxuan turned his head sharply, and there was silence behind him. Except for the books on the bookshelf, there was nothing in the corridor separated by the bookshelf.

    Is it an illusion?

    Ye Mingxuan thought to himself, but out of the corner of his eye he vaguely saw a figure through the slit in the bookshelf.

    He couldn't help but turn his steps, subconsciously lowered his footsteps, and walked slowly over.

    The young man sitting in the rest area has a handsome face. He looks at the book in his hand intently and has a calm atmosphere. I don't know if it is due to the environment. He has a light bookish air.  , the sunlight illuminated his side face, like illuminating an extremely elegant ink painting.

    This is a man who looks like he stepped out of an ink painting.

    "You" Ye Mingxuan couldn't help but say.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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