Cromy sneaked into the house, looking for some books, and sniffed it in front of his nose.

He couldn't smell anything, but a trace of things was sucked out by him and entered his head.

A trace of pictures appeared in Cromi's mind. Since it was still a tree, wood pulp, ink, and processes, a book was created.

From the manufacturer to the bookstore, the picture was circulating rapidly. Finally, Cromy saw the body not long ago, the man named Horton, who took the books from his servant, then filled it on the bookshelf, and never moved again.

Horton originally bought books not for reading, he just wanted to set up a storefront.

Until one hand appeared on the bookshelf and pulled the book out, Cromi also saw the owner of the hand.

He looked through the book carefully, and took great seriousness, and even Cromi, as a man or woman, had to admit his charm beyond the limits of humanity after seeing him.

The other party held the book and stood in front of the bookshelf, like the most perfect picture, and at the same time it made people feel scared, as if he was peeking at something dangerous.

Standing in front of this person, no, Cromi felt that he was standing by the abyss, dangerous, ominous, frightening, but desirable.

But the next moment, the person in the picture suddenly turned around and looked at himself on the side.

An ominous sense appears in Cromi's heart.

The man in his spiritual vision seemed to have come alive, and the eyes of the other party made Cromi feel that the disaster was coming.

In the spiritual vision picture, there should be nothing around this person, why would the other person suddenly look at him?

"It's not a formal meeting, Cromi." The next moment, the dangerous existence laughed and said slowly what made Cromi extremely frightened.

Now Negri was sitting in another place, putting down the book in his hand, looking forward as if he was staring at something.

"What an interesting state. If I hadn't learned something today, I would have only had some bad premonitions at most." Negri seemed to be looking at something and quickly understood what was going on now.

After Negri moved his stronghold, he focused on studying things like senses and world angles, and then went to read a book.

But just now, he felt something peering at himself, not around him, but observing himself from another perspective.

This angle is not the angle of silence before, but to observe oneself from another angle.

With the experience of the angle of silence and his extensive knowledge of mysticism, Negri quickly discovered a trace. This angle seemed to be a world perspective that could only be seen by the limit. So Negri followed that trace and fully stimulated his spiritual sense and found the little thing that peeked at him.

"You are peeking at me through spiritual vision or something?" In the spiritual vision, Negri looked at the book in his hand and said with a smile: "Do you use this book as a medium?"

"It's another different angle, is it spiritual?" Negri observed the changes in the angle of the world, and then fell on Cromi: "If you want to ask, just say it quickly. I think we don't have much time."

Unlike the angle of silence, it seems to be another replica of the world in the angle of silence, but the boundary between life and death is reversed there.

From this spiritual perspective, the form of the world has changed. It embodies another aspect of life and things, one aspect that most of us ignore, that is, the spirituality of all things.

Spirituality is the connection between things and another kind of information remnant that humans cannot observe.

Nagri has read this book, so he left spirituality in it. Since the time has not been too long and the spirituality on it has not subsided, it is possible to be read. Most divination methods require spirituality to obtain information.

Now this is just a variety of spirituality left over from books and some kind of spiritual space reflected, and spirituality will not exist forever. Now spirituality is constantly disappearing. In a short time, this spiritual space composed of various spirituality will disappear, so Nagri said that there is not much time left.

Cromi's body kept trembling, and part of his essence was also exposed when Negri was in a spiritual state. Cromi felt that he was a fresh and delicious red apple in front of the other side, and the next moment, the other side might eat him all.

The surroundings gradually became illusory, symbolizing that the spirituality that constituted this place was constantly fading. After all, although Negri finished reading the book, it didn't take long.

If Negri hadn't observed this spirituality and actively observed this side, this spiritual vision space would have collapsed long ago.

Of course, Negri can also fill his own spirituality to bear this spiritual vision space, making this space exist for longer, but it is not necessary, even if according to the world consciousness, Cromi has what he needs.

In Negri's opinion, he would take what Negri needs, suck his own interests, wait for others to make a decision, and hand over the initiative to the other party. In Negri's opinion, it is too stupid.

"Please tell me the clues of the silent church, I am willing to pay the corresponding price." Cromi finally defeated some of his fears. The meaning of his current life is to revenge. As long as he can revenge, what if he trades with such a terrifying existence?

"Tsk, it's pretty good enlightenment." Nageri knew how much oppressive he would have on humans, whose essence was completely exposed. Most humans either completely collapsed in fear and chose to attack Nageri, or surrendered to their own fear, completely knelt down at Nageri's feet, and offered their foreheads to Nageri.

Cromi was able to negotiate with Negri calmly in this state, even though he was very low, he still did not let his reason be completely affected by fear.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a gift. Someone will give you what you need, and I will take what I need at the right time." Nageri's figure gradually became illusory, and finally the spiritual vision space completely collapsed.

Cromi retreated from the spiritual vision with sweating all over, collapsed on the ground, throwing the book in her hand aside.

On the other hand, Negri withdrew his gaze, smiled on his face, opened the book again, and whispered: "Take the things I brought back to Cromi."
Chapter completed!