"This kid Lan Junyue is so careful. She puts the books neatly. It seems that it's time to add a prize."

He praised him gently, then approached the bookshelf No. 12, and began to carefully check the name of the book.

This is the tutoring materials for high school, one of the bookshelfs that students borrow most frequently, and the problem also appears here.

"The Spiritual Master...The Fighting Emperor...Huh? What book is this?"

Cen Qiu's eyes suddenly stopped in the middle of a bunch of tutoring materials, and his brows also frowned slightly.

Then I took off the black cover book from the bookshelf. Since there was no name mark on the side, I put it on the table so that I could identify the three big words "Warcraft Record" printed in black with the light thrown by the sunset.

Cen Qiu searched for two rounds in the title list but couldn't find a matching record, and couldn't help but feel strange.

"Junyue won't make such a mistake. So where did this book come from? Let's forget it and look at the introduction and classification first!"

He said that, and put the title table aside.

As a library director, he must determine the destination and location of the new book based on the content of the book.

This is what we need to do now.

When he opened the book, he realized that it could not be called a book at all. Although it seems that its thickness is no less than the tutoring materials on both sides of it, once he opens it, he will find it.

The thick pages sandwiched in the cover are actually connected together, with only one exception. In other words, only one page of this book can be opened and read normally.

What surprised Director Cen even more was that there was only one painting on the only page of paper, and the contents of the painting were a creature that was not human but very similar to humans.

The whole body is black, but the two eyes are white, just like human eyes have lost their pupils. There are also a pair of white and black wings on their backs. The face is extremely ugly, with two tentacles on the top of their heads and a big tail behind them.

"Is this the rumored monster from the demon world?" Director Cen made such a guess about the content on the painting based on the title of the book.

At this moment, the long school ringtone spread from the radio to every corner of the school.

"Dingling ~Dingling ~"

"Oh no, the students are about to finish school! I'm going to check the bibliography quickly, so I can't delay it."

Cen Qiu's voice suddenly became anxious because once the school ringtone rang, it meant that a new wave of borrowing books was coming.

He quickly moved the unknown Warcraft Record from the reading table to the dark pavilion at the front desk, and hurriedly picked up the book title table and began to check the books on bookshelf No. 15.

At two and a half minutes, the long school ringtone had already come to an end, but a sound similar to the sound of paper being quickly crumpled into a ball made the originally light ending unpleasant and harsh.

“&…&”

"This radio should be revisited, and it's too harsh to sing." The director muttered, continuing to check the bibliography, and not caring about it anymore.

But soon, he discovered that the noise was not sent from the radio.

Because when the school bell was completely over, the sound of kneading the paper ball still lingers in his ears, which forced the director to stop working in his hands and find the source of the sound.

Director Cen suddenly felt a sense of fear and said in surprise: "It could have been published from that book, right? How could he make a sound by himself? It must be fake and very unreasonable."

At this point, his fear completely disappeared, and he walked to the front desk step by step and listened carefully to the source of the sound.

But the fact is that the closer the sound is to the Dark Pavilion, the louder it is, and the volume of the sound reaches the maximum where the Warcraft Record is placed.

The surprise instantly spread to Director Cen's body, but even greater curiosity immediately excluded all this.

He carefully stretched out his hands, gently grabbed both sides of the Warcraft Record, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled it out of the Dark Pavilion!

I'm afraid that what Director Cen would never have dreamed of was that the series of actions he did was driven by curiosity would actually end his life.

Just as the moment when the Warcraft Record came out of the Dark Pavilion and saw the light of the sky, countless black tentacles flew out of the book. Director Cen didn't even have time to react at all, and was pierced by the tentacles on the head.

Then he let out an angry roar from his mouth, then he fell to the ground, never getting up again and even lost his rest, and he was wading there like a corpse, his hands and feet were cold, so it was as scary as it was.
Chapter completed!