Chapter 49 I Want to Become an Immortal (18)
Qi Youlin tried not to look at the old man’s terrifying face, and concentrated on picking a thicker candle with a cold sweat on his head.
According to what the old man said, the longer the candle is lit, the more advantageous it will be. At least you can choose a good book.
Back at the door of the library, Qi Youlin picked up the fire fold, lit the candle, took a deep breath, and walked in.
The building was dark and dark, with only the candle in Qi Youlin's hand shining a small patch of light.
The interior of the library is simply furnished, and there is a smell of moldy and damp paper.
Rows of old wooden shelves are filled with books, but these books are covered in a thick layer of dust, making it impossible to clearly see the titles or contents.
Qi Youlin walked silently into the corridor between the wooden shelves, and immediately felt a sense of oppression, as if there were countless pairs of eyes peering at him in the dark, not knowing if they were people or some other existence. .
There are still some blood stains and drag marks on the ground. Some of them have turned black and look very old, and some are still bright red and wet.
There were constant rustling sounds all around, and dim candlelight flashed between the wooden frames. It was obvious that there were other people like him who came here to try their luck.
Qi Youlin held a candle in one hand, took out a book at random, blew off the dust, and saw that it was "Eagle Palm".
Hiss, the candle melted and dripped on his hand. It was very hot. He almost let go and threw the candle on the ground. Fortunately, he still had his sanity.
He wrapped his hands with his sleeves and continued to hold the candle.
The palm technique is not suitable for him, not to mention that it takes enough time for him to introduce the Qi into his body, and he really has no time to practice this thing.
He silently put "Eagle Palm" back, picked up the book and was about to pull it out.
Who knows, there is obvious resistance coming from the back of the book.
He exerted a little more force and saw a green and white hand stretching out from the bookshelf, grasping the book tightly.
【Don't grab books. 】
It turned out that he was fighting for books with this kind of thing, Qi Youlin quickly let go.
Qingbai’s tricky hand held the book and slowly put it back to the bookshelf.
Qi Youlin was still frightened, and continued to rummage among the bookshelves with cold hands and feet. Once he encountered resistance, he immediately did not dare to move.
He flipped through a dozen books as fast as he could, including story books, travel notes, and exercises, but none of them were what he wanted.
What made him even more anxious was that the candle in his hand seemed to be melting at an abnormal speed.
Seeing that the candle in his hand was half short in just a moment, the tears of the candle fell all over his sleeve and formed a thick ball.
He had to hurry up, so he took a quick look at a few more bookshelves, picking them out at random.
Qi Youlin only regretted that he didn't have a companion with him. It was too inconvenient to hold a candle in one hand and flip a book with the other. It was quite a waste of time.
Unknowingly, as we walked deeper and deeper, the candle became shorter and shorter. The surrounding darkness gnawed the candle's aperture smaller and smaller. Something was ready to move in the darkness.
But he had been lost in his obsession with finding books, and he did not feel the changes around him at all.
The book in his hand was covered with thick dust, the cover was frayed, and the corners were ragged.
He blew gently, and the dust swirled in the faint candle light, and then settled again.
The title of the book is "Breaking Barriers in the Inner Gate".
His heart skipped a beat, this was just what he needed.
But he didn't notice that only a short section of the candle in his hand was left, swaying weakly in the darkness.
Suddenly, a cold wind passed through the bookshelf, passing over his candle, extinguishing the already fragile flame.
A bottomless darkness swallowed him up, and he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, he could hear the sound of breathing like a bellows, getting closer and closer, right in front of him, and slowly approaching his face, and the putrid smell became stronger and stronger.
He took a step back in fear, and his back hit a body that was as cold as a living person, and the hissing gasp came from the bottom of the back of his neck.
This stature...is a bit like the old man outside the door...
Qi Youlin's heart was beating in his chest, like a trapped animal being hunted, full of fear.
Fortunately, as soon as the wind passed, the suppressed flame of the candle in his hand ignited again.
There was nothing in front of him.
Pulling up the courage to look back, there was nothing.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his robe, trying to regain some composure.
He looked down and realized that although the wind did not really extinguish the candle, it could not hold on for long.
The faint crackle of the candle in his hand affected the dead silence deep in the library. The eyes peering at him from the shadows clung to him, and the pressure seemed to squeeze out the blood in his lungs. Air.
He had to go find his desk quickly.
The darkness in that moment had already let Qi Youlin know that the spies in the library were definitely not something he could deal with.
The instinct of survival forced Qi Youlin not to hesitate, but he also did not dare to run. He could only protect the candle while stumbling around looking for it among the bookshelves.
It’s just that the bookshelves in front of me are endless. The library obviously doesn’t look big from the outside, but why can’t it ever end?
Qi Youlin's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the fear in his heart was as tightly entangled as a vine. The surrounding atmosphere became more and more depressing, and he was gradually enveloped in darkness and could not see the way forward.
Suddenly, those greedy and evil eyes peeping and staring at him in the darkness receded like a tide.
Qi Youlin still doesn’t understand why, but he feels this is an opportunity.
Sure enough, as those eyes receded, the surrounding darkness gradually became much thinner, and he could see the road clearly again.
The eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the corner of his eyes caught the faint light ahead.
Stumbled around the bookshelf, which was a row of desks with candlesticks. The flickering candlelight on the table dispelled Qi Youlin's desperate haze.
Qi Youlin almost fell to the desk, his rapid breathing mixed with a deep sigh of relief.
At the same time, the candle in his hand finally died.
He put the book on the table, sat down, took a few deep breaths to try to calm down, and took the time to start reading.
It’s just that he couldn’t get into the state. The feeling of being stared at that just disappeared reappeared, but the gaze was not so cold and evil, but like a thorn in the back.
He turned his head stiffly, there was no one behind him, and the corridor between the bookshelves was dark and deep.
But the feeling of being watched was even stronger. He was almost certain that there was something quietly and coldly observing him between the lightless bookshelves and walking towards him.
Just as Qi Youlin's heartbeat was getting faster and faster with the swaying of the candle, the thing finally appeared in front of him.
It should be said to be those things.
In front of his eyes, countless thick and twisted tentacles appeared, spreading from behind the bookshelf, with round things attached to the front of the tentacles.
He only realized it when those round things, held by tentacles, all gathered in front of him and stared at him curiously.
It's all about the eyes!
(End of this chapter)