"Jiji!"

The Poluo people drove the spiders in the jungle and had a lot of fun.

With the blessing of evil characteristics, these spiders were afraid of Poluo's instinct and fled around as soon as they saw them.

At this moment, July finally found the place and drilled into the nest covered by silk screens, and exploded countless small spiders, which were so dense that people's scalp was numb.

"Why are there so many spiders in this forest?" Sarah once again took off the spider webs wrapped around her hair and complained in annoyance.

"Oh, I've asked this question too. Maokai said that there was a huge spider living in the crypt of the woods, and like him, an ancient existence blessed by the water of blessed light, and these spiders were her descendants." Ah Li said.

"But I haven't seen any other living trees in the woods, so why are there so many spiders?"

"That's because people regularly bring living people to the island for sacrifices and provide food for spiders."

"Don't Maokai care about this neighbor?" Even Miss Doom felt that living sacrifice was a bit harmful to the gods.

"He vowed to fight the undead to the end and had no time to care about these. And no matter how disgusting the spiders were, they were much better than the undead. At least their bodies after death could be turned into fertilizer to nourish the land."

Zell retracted his observation gaze, and noticed that Gwen next to him was absent-minded, and he didn't even know that his body was covered with spider silk along the way.

"What are you thinking? Gwen."

"Ah?" Gwen raised his head and replied hesitantly: "It should be nothing, it's just some illusions."

"Tell me, I've observed you for a while, and you've been like this since you landed on the island."

Gwen hesitated for a moment: "I feel like something is following us in the black fog."

...

Senna looked closer and saw that the ancient book Lucian was holding was a log, and what aroused his suspicion was a few pages of yellowed paper mixed with it, and the font on the paper was very tight and beautiful.

It is written on the statement of a secret library watcher. He designed a system based on countless articles, inscriptions, treasures, portraits, accessories and clothing collected in the treasure house, and conducted detailed classification and evaluation, informing others how to find and maintain various items in the secret library to ensure that they are not lost and safe.

On the back of the paper is a catalog, which is densely filled with a very precise method, which divides the detailed addresses of various book objects into twenty-seven major categories, and there are many minor categories under each major category.

It's indeed a perfect system.

At the end, the author also reminds: No matter where you find something, you should return it to the correct location.

Obviously, this is a watchman who takes his job seriously, providing constructive advice and solutions to the shelter of sacred objects.

Lucian opened the second piece, the same author, but there were many ink dots on the paper, as if the tip of the pen was poked directly. Through the text, you can see the author's hesitation when writing this article.

The scale and collection of the secret library are too vast, and it takes the author a lot of time to read it and return all the items to the correct location.

He thought it was just a low-level task, but the lack of attention to items by other watchmen greatly increased his workload. If he, a top student, continues to spend his time on these tedious work, he will never have the hope of working with the masters of Hynia in his life.

But he still made up his mind to sort and record these dangerous sacred objects, and spent many years of energy to design a successful system, which was so meticulous that the impact category, scope of action, and intensity of each sacred object were recorded.

At the same time, he reminded again: No matter where you find something, you should return it to the correct location.

Lucian opened the last piece and was still the author. His handwriting became deeper, as if it was engraved on paper.

——

I have no intention of accuse any of the supposed guest or hard-working librarians of numbly ignoring the purpose of our existence, or ignoring the sacredness of our work and its organizational mechanisms.

No, not achieving such an ideal and coordination is not a personal mistake of a certain person, but a common problem for all mankind.

However, I still have to point out with pain that whether it is for my superiors, assumed guests, and hard-working librarians, this is the thirty-seventh incident that violates the classification system of our holy land.

If there is a way, I must hold the person responsible for dereliction of duty and nail it to the pillar of shame to use pain to regain the beautiful qualities of prudence, rationality, social justice, basic etiquette and parents' love.

So, I want to emphasize again: No matter where you find something, you should return it to the right place.

——

"Do you suspect that their author is Thresh? I know that he was indeed a secret library manager during his lifetime, and he contained and managed the dark holy relics. But these statements are not famous, and it is too far-fetched to determine that he is Thresh based on the final anger."

What Senna saw from these words was a scholar with outstanding abilities and strong sense of responsibility. She was full of indignation because her research results were not valued, which was very different from the Thresh she knew.

"These official announcements written on the surface for people to see, and darker things will not be displayed like this. This is when breaking the Threstone Lantern, a record dropped from it, and you will know it by looking at it."

Lucian took out a broken diary from her bag and showed it to Senna. She quickly turned over a few pages and immediately understood that Lucian's suspicion was not groundless.

The author of the diary is Eben Greer, who calls himself the Watcher of Boundaries.

Although Greer, who had just taken over the job, despised the job, he was eager to prove his abilities and also spent a lot of energy to write a system for the secret library treasures.

He condemned the laziness of other watchmen and failed to keep the holy relics as recorded.

The record requires the watcher to turn the key of the heart every thirty-nine hours in the matching lock, and use it to open any locked items other than that. However, another watcher failed to put the key back on time and rotated at the right time, causing the key to turn around his heart.

Not long after this incident, the secret library caused another life. Another watchman confused the book of Bite and the book of Swallowing. Frequent accidents made Greer realize that the watchman was a high-risk profession, so he urgently wanted to continue to systematically classify the sacred objects to ensure that he would not be killed by these stupid colleagues one day.

From beginning to end, all Greer wanted to do was to reduce sacrifices to ensure safety. He began to study a nameless book. The biggest feature of this book is that it would whisper the darkest thoughts. As a result, the research was stopped by the Great Watchman Rustofil, and even threatened to demote for no reason.

Greer felt that Rustofil wanted to embezzle his research results, so he used those dark holy objects that violated common sense to create an accident and imprison his soul. Other watchmen lacked research on dark holy objects, and no one could guess that this was what he did.

During his questioning of Rustofell, Greil learned that an intermediate memory officer had originally wanted to recommend a boy who was born to talk to ghosts to him as an assistant, but his superior rejected it and let a good seedling go to the Twilight Brotherhood to be an ascetic. Then, Greil, who was furious, came up with various ways to torture the soul of the Great Watchman.

Senna flipped over again, and from the lines behind her brushstrokes, she could feel Greer gradually turning from a proud scholar to a sinister and cunning sadist, and even called her peers "test subjects."

"This Eben Greer should be the Thresh now. Because of his long-term contact with those dark objects, his mind has been distorted. His cruel tendency has been noticed by the sect, so he was granted this job away from others. When he realized this, he became increasingly angry and jealous..."

"It's so good." A voice rang out in a cold way, disrupting the focus of the two.

Lucian and Senna looked at the same time and saw a tall ghost floating out of the muddy pond, wrapped in a pitch-black robe, with the collar burning green flames like a stove, wrapping the terrifying skeleton face.

"It's you!"

Lucian, who was about to break his eyes, pulled out his two guns and aimed at the needle teeth that were flashing in Thresh's green light, and a dazzling electric light shot out. Senna pulled the black mist into her body from the evil substance, then filled it into the cannon chamber, and the pain and fear gathered from the source turned into artillery fire and poured out, shooting it to where it deserved.

Light and darkness intertwined, facing two completely different forces. The Warden of the Soul Lock raised the lantern calmly, and a circle of dim light wheels appeared around him, blocking the ignition of pure fire.

Lucian fired again unwillingly, and the gun fire flew out like a sudden rain. Each shot hit the key point, but a circle of black light outside the lantern dissolved all the attacks invisibly.

"Mortal, without Sena making trouble in the lantern, your weak attack will not break my defense."

"You are bluffing, Thresh." Lucian protected Senna behind him: "You need to face both of us at the same time, and you have no chance of winning."

"Have I ever said to defeat you? Look, what is this?" Thresh laughed wildly, like the noise of a file scratching.

As soon as he shook the lantern, his soul boiled in it, a familiar face hit the glass, and was squeezed and hit by the person trapped in it, her expression twisted in pain, hatred and fear.

"I clearly broke your lantern..."

Lucian opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what was happening before him - he saw that Sena was still suffering inside, and he did not save her.

Senna felt a little nervous.

What Lucian saw was not her, but the woman he tried to save, the cursed and forced to escape for life.

"That's indeed not you, but part of you, even you are incomplete." Thresh smacked his teeth and let out a harsh laugh: "...No one can escape from the lantern. You can choose not to believe it and let her continue to suffer sweet torture in the lantern."
Chapter completed!