Saint Wing College is no bigger or older building than the library. It is located in the college building at a 30-degree angle. The mottled walls are entwined with perennial vines, giving people the vicissitudes of ancient wisdom.

It is said that the 30-degree angle was tilted because the war between humans and demons almost destroyed the entire college, but this building alone stood tall, just like the old man on crutches kept his head high even though he bent his body.

In this way, it was repaired later, and the 30 degrees of the library is an excellent spiritual symbol.

The library has four floors. The first three floors are general reading areas, which mostly gather popular learning materials such as history, biography, and poetry, while the fourth floor is a high-level reading area, which has a richer collection of books and a more complex type of text. The vastness of thought is a hodgepodge of world culture. I heard that the collection of books in it was written by elves, but there are so many incomprehensible texts that even instructors with deep research can't distinguish.

In view of the obscurity and the abundance of text types, few students are at this level.

Zhang Wanlin always came to this place for the witchcraft he had in mind.

Witchcraft is forbidden in this country and even the world, especially after the war between humans and demons. The important reason for that world war is the abuse of witchcraft and the mistake of letting demons descend into this world.

So, after that battle, the whole world was purging wizards.

There was a time when anyone talked about "witchcraft" or "witcher" and other related words or made strange behaviors, they would be treated as absconding wizards.

This caused a large number of innocent people to die under the butcher knife.

It should be that everyone should stay away from witchcraft, for fear of bringing in the disaster of killing, but Zhang Wanlin did not.

Sometimes he felt baffled, and he felt a pair of big hands invisibly controlling his every move.

Such feelings are really unknown.

Zhang Wanlin stepped on the pine wood stairs that circled a thick column, and the simple creaking sound in this quiet reading environment melted invisibly.

It can be described as moisturizing things silently.

On the fourth floor, he was the only one in the huge reading room. He melted into this silence, just like Shen Jing itself.

It is impossible to count how many times he has been here, how many books and how many language dictionaries he has traversed.

Needless to say, this is a place he particularly likes.

Zhang Wanlin searched for books row after row, thick and thin, all kinds of words floating up and down in his mind one by one, they were either rigorously correct, or chic and elegant.

The first few bookcases Zhang Wanlin had roughly gnawed on, nothing more than talked about the history, humanities, etc. of various countries, very few of them involved occultism.

If you find him, you will be happy for a while.

Zhang Wanlin finally pulled out a book with a thick thumb. The whole book looks very simple and simple, and the text on it is "Gulai".

The writings of an ancient country have now become the relics investigated by later generations.

Gulavin is more or less related to witchcraft.

Zhang Wanlin used the dictionary to read word by word, writing notes in the notebook from time to time.

This is also learning the Gulai script.

What I said above is probably the law of the sun, moon and stars, and the distribution of astrological signs is a preview of the world.

In layman's terms, it is to judge the world by the stars, knowing misfortune and blessing.

One can imagine its obscurity.

For others, this is really unbearable, but Zhang Wanlin read it carefully, and he is more energetic every time he understands it.

In this way, I didn't know it until late at night.

The administrator is about to close the door, and routinely inspect all floors.

When he came to the fourth floor, he thought that there would be no one, but there was still a person sitting in the dark black, silent, like a ghost, which really surprised him, and even a little scared.

He raised the lamp, put his hand on the hilt of the saber on his waist, and walked slowly.

The soft candlelight poured on Zhang Wanlin's focused figure, and the administrator let out a sigh of relief.

"Zhang Wanlin, you haven't left yet?"

He said.

"Well, I think this book is very interesting."

Zhang Wanlin answered.

The administrator leaned over to take a look, the densely twisted and distorted text was completely incomprehensible, and then looked at Zhang Wanlin's relish.

"Since it's interesting, you can borrow it back to see it. I'm going to close the door."

"Is it so late?

Sorry. "

Zhang Wanlin hurriedly went downstairs, only now he felt his stomach growl and he was very hungry.

The administrator looked at his back and couldn't help wondering how he could persevere in reading this incomprehensible book.

The first floor of the library was empty, deserted in the faint candlelight.

Zhang Wanlin was about to leave in a hurry, but he accidentally saw that the rotten wooden door in the corner of the library was not padlocked.

For a long time he wondered what was in this door.

Zhang Wanlin walked involuntarily, as if there was some power that attracted him.

He pushed open the old wooden door, only to hear a creak, the darkness and musty smell pouring out.

The wooden door needs to be bowed to enter, and inside is a staircase extending downwards.

Zhang Wanlin held a candle and walked to the next step.

The candlelight illuminates the ubiquitous darkness and the mottled walls of time.

The bottom is not deep. When Zhang Wanlin stepped on the soft ground, what he showed in front of him was an infinite collection of books.

It turns out that the library does not only have four floors, but also one floor.

It's just why this level of school is not known to people, but is locked up?

Zhang Wanlin walked past those bookcases. These books were more abundant than the collection on the fourth floor, and there were even some texts that Zhang Wanlin had never seen before.

He was as excited as he had discovered a new world.

A black book attracted Zhang Wanlin's attention. It was in the top row, half of its body hanging out as if it deliberately attracted his attention.

Zhang Wanlin stepped on a chair to tiptoe, just reaching the edge of the book.

He took the book, it didn't even have a title, and the cover was just monotonous black.

The content written inside is more like text translation notes made by reading books.

The first part is unrecognized text, and the latter part is a comparison of common text.

These general texts are also very strange to read: Red lotus from hell, please open your blood-red eyes, from darkness, from sin, from greed to the world... My name comes from the edge of that world, light needs darkness, darkness needs depravity...There are also some ancient pictures and texts and magic circles.

Although Zhang Wanlin didn't understand, when he read these contents, he touched the indescribable things deep in his heart. Everything felt fascinating and fascinating.

Attentive, he did not hear the hurried footsteps.

The administrator really regretted not locking the wooden door after the inspection, so that Zhang Wanlin was allowed in.

If the school officials knew, not only would he be fired, but he might also go to jail.

He pulled Zhang Wanlin: "Zhang Wanlin! Get out!"

Zhang Wanlin didn't know, so he almost fell. Since he has known the administrator for so many years, he has never seen him so anxious.

"what's happenin?"

"I said it, don't you understand!?"

He grabbed Zhang Wanlin's book and put it aside, took Zhang Wanlin and left.

When he got outside, he slammed the door shut and dropped a big lock.

Zhang Wanlin didn't understand it from beginning to end.

The administrator said: "This incident has never happened.

In addition, you are not allowed to enter here in the future! "

Zhang Wanlin nodded in a daze.

Maybe he probably understands.