Nightmare Attack

But compared to this, Jiang Cheng was more curious about one thing. How did the fat man climb up the bookshelf?

Still when being chased by ghosts. ReadМ

Although the bookshelf is strong enough, its surface is smooth. It is not that easy to climb up quickly, especially for a fat man.

"How did you get up there?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at the fat man and asked.

"Just climb up like that." The fat man made two gestures with his hands and said. He didn't know whether he felt guilty or something. Looking into Jiang Cheng's eyes, his voice became softer and softer as he spoke.

Jiang Cheng stepped aside and said to him, "Climb again."

"Still crawling?" the fat man asked in surprise.

"hurry up!"

The fat man took a deep breath and let his energy sink to his dantian, then he took a vigorous step, using his hands and feet together, and then went up after a few "squeaks".

Then he quickly lay down, only showing his big face, and blinked innocently at Jiang Cheng, as if to say, you see, that's it, it's quite simple.

This simple action stunned Huai Yi and Shen Mengyun. After all, no one had ever seen such a flexible fat man.

Best of all, it hasn't made much noise yet.

Huaiyi secretly thought that if the player's attributes were displayed in the nightmare, Brother Fugui's agility bar should be full.

"It's amazing!" Shen Mengyun couldn't help but admired. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

The calmest among the three was Jiang Cheng. He just glanced at Fatty and then told him to come down.

He was aware of the fat man's flexibility, but he also noticed that the fat man seemed to be becoming more and more flexible.

He didn't know why, but he always felt that he couldn't understand the fat man more and more, and strangely, the vague familiarity with the fat man deep in his heart became more and more obvious.

"You are all here." A voice came from behind, interrupting Jiang Cheng's thoughts.

Looking back, Wang Qi walked over, still looking that unpleasant.

His eyes swept over the faces of several people, and then he said: "Let's go."

"Where to go?" the fat man asked.

Wang Qi turned around, stared at the fat man's face for a few seconds, and then said, "The borrowing desk has appeared."

Following Wang Qi, the remaining people didn't go far when they saw light coming from the opposite corner. It wasn't very bright, it was dim yellow, and it was still shaking.

Turning a corner and walking out from behind the bookshelf, a lending room appeared about 10 meters away.

The borrowing room looked very dated. It was surrounded by a circle of dirty glass. Behind the only window, there was a large table with a kerosene lamp on the table.

The flame inside the kerosene lamp burned faintly, reflecting the figure of a person.

There is a man sitting behind the desk.

He was covered in a gray-black cloak and looked like the burnt ghost who was chasing them, that is, a former foreign exorcist, but judging from his height,

"Which book do you want to borrow?" Before anyone in Jiangcheng could think about it, the weirdo behind the desk spoke first, his voice was very dry, like two pieces of carbon rubbing together.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and handed a piece of paper with a number on it through the window, "Please help us find this book."

From this distance, Jiang Cheng couldn't see the weirdo's face clearly.

"Zhiqua——"

After receiving the note, the weirdo hesitated for a few seconds, and then leaned back, making a harsh sound as the chair rubbed against the ground.

The weirdo stood up and walked into the darkness behind him.

Due to the limited lighting range of the kerosene lamp, they could only vaguely see that behind the weirdo, there were also bookshelves, which were densely packed with books.

But they couldn't see how many bookshelves there were.

"Click——"

"Zhiqua——"

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

They heard a strange noise coming from the darkness deep in the library, like Jiang Cheng frowning or someone struggling.

However, with two muffled groans, the sound of struggling gradually disappeared.

After about a few seconds, heavy footsteps came out of the darkness, and the weirdo came back again, this time with a black cover book in his hand.

"boom!"

The weirdo put the book on the table, although to Jiang Cheng and others, it looked more like smashing.

"Thank you."

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and took the book away at an extremely fast speed, as if he was worried that if he was too slow, the other party would regret it, and even grabbed his hand and pulled him into this strange-looking borrowing room.

The moment he took it, Jiang Cheng felt something was wrong. The book was a little sticky, as if something sticky was stuck on it, and there was a faint fishy smell.

is blood.

Jiang Cheng opened his hand and found blood stains on his hand, and the blood was still warm.

Thinking of the struggle I heard before

"Mr. Jiang." Shen Mengyun stepped forward, pulled his arm, and said nervously: "I got the book, let's leave quickly."

No one dared to turn their backs to the lending room, and there were still weird people leaving, so they could only retreat a little bit.

The weirdo still sat back on the chair, and he didn't know if it was looking at them through the gray robe.

Just when he was 6 or 7 meters away from the borrowing room, something happened.

The kerosene lamp suddenly shook violently and then fell on the table. The fire ignited instantly, as if it had been doused with gasoline.

In just ten seconds, the entire library was engulfed in flames.

The weirdo sat on the chair, his arms flat on the armrests, motionless until he was engulfed in flames. A big hole was burned in his gray robe, revealing the face underneath.

"Gao Yan!" Shen Mengyun exclaimed.

At this moment, the gray robe on his body was burned away, revealing the clothes Gao Yan originally wore. He was seen sitting on a chair, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

He neither yelled nor yelled, only a pair of eyes staring at them, especially the fat man, full of unwillingness.

"He is still conscious." Wang Qi exhaled and said, "It's just that he can't control his body."

The smell of burnt flesh stimulated everyone's nerves, and Gao Yan's face began to become distorted in the flames. After melting, something like grease dripped down.

Although I didn't have a good impression of Gao Yan, seeing his teammates burned alive with his own eyes was too cruel after all.

Everyone chose to leave.

After walking out of the library, the night breeze blew, and the burning smell that filled the nose was relieved.

No one wanders around the campus at night, there are only a few lonely street lights, which look like lonely ghosts from a distance.

When they reached the streetlight, everyone stopped almost at the same time and looked towards Jiangcheng.

Jiang Cheng also consciously opened the book in his hand.

The fat man looked surprised and touched the book cover with his hand. It felt very smooth and didn't look like ordinary material. "It's so delicate. What is it made of?"

"Human skin." Wang Qi said calmly from the side.

The fat man's face twitched, and his whole body felt bad.

Through this book, Jiang Cheng gradually understood the whole story and the purpose of the Heart-Corrupting Demon.

As he had thought before, if the Heart Corruption Demon wanted to completely occupy Yuan Xiaoyi's body, it would have to kill all the other personalities.