Chapter 49 I Want to Become an Immortal
Chapter 49 I Want to Become an Immortal (XVIII)
Qi Youlin tried hard not to look at the old man's terrifying face, and with cold sweat on his forehead, he concentrated on picking a thicker candle.
According to the old man, the longer the candle burns, the more benefits you will get, at least you can choose a good book.
Back at the door of the library, Qi Youlin picked up a tinder, lit the candle, took a deep breath, and walked in.
The building was dark, with only a small glimmer of light from the candle in Qi Youlin's hand.
The interior of the library is simply furnished, and the smell of moldy and damp paper is overwhelming.
Rows of old wooden shelves were filled with books, but they were all 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 frames and immediately felt a sense of oppression, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the dark. He didn't know whether they were people or some other existence.
There were some bloodstains on the ground, some of which had turned black and looked very old, while others were still bright red and wet.
There were constant rustling sounds all around, and dim candlelight flickered between the wooden frames. It was obvious that there were other people like him who came here to try their luck.
Qi Youlin held the candle in one hand, pulled out a book at random, blew away the dust, and saw that it was a book called "Sky Eagle Palm".
Hiss, the candle melted and dripped onto his hand, it was very hot and he almost let go and threw the candle on the ground, luckily he still had his sanity.
He wrapped his hand up with his sleeve and continued to hold the candle.
Palm techniques are not very suitable for him. What's more, it takes him enough time to draw the energy into his body, so he really has no time to practice this.
He silently put "Sky Eagle Palm" back, picked out another one that he liked and was about to take it out.
Who knew there would be obvious resistance coming from behind the book.
He exerted a little more force and saw a pale hand stretched out from the bookshelf, tightly grasping the book.
【Don’t grab the book. 】
It turned out that he was referring to snatching the book from this kind of thing, so Qi Youlin quickly let go.
The blue-white strange hand took the book and slowly put it back to the bookshelf.
Qi Youlin was still frightened and continued to search among the bookshelves with cold hands and feet. Once he encountered resistance, he dared not move.
He flipped through more than a dozen books at the fastest speed, including storybooks, travel notes, and martial arts manuals, 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.
In just a moment, the candle in his hand was half as short as it should be, and the wax dripped onto his sleeves, forming a thick mass.
He had to make good use of his time, so he quickly looked through several bookshelves, picking out books at random.
Qi Youlin only hated that he had no companions. It was really inconvenient to hold a candle in one hand and turn the pages of a book with the other hand, and it was quite a waste of time.
Before I knew it, I was walking deeper and deeper. The candle light was getting shorter and shorter. The darkness around me was eating away at the candle's circle of light, making it smaller and smaller. Something was stirring in the darkness.
But he was so lost in his obsession with finding the book that he didn't notice the changes around him at all.
The book in his hand was covered with thick dust, the cover was worn and the corners were torn.
He blew gently, and the dust swirled in the dim candlelight before settling again.
The title of the book is "Inner Gate Breaking Barriers".
His heart skipped a beat, which was exactly what he needed.
But he did not notice that only a short piece of candle was left in his hand, swaying weakly in the darkness.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the bookshelves, swept across his candle, and extinguished the already fragile flame.
A bottomless darkness engulfed him, and he could not see anything. Suddenly, he could hear a breathing sound like a bellows, getting closer and closer, right in front of him, slowly approaching his face, and a rotten smell became stronger and stronger.
He took a step back in fear, and his back collided with a cold, lifeless body. The hissing breath came from the back of his neck.
This stature... is a bit like the old man outside the door...
Qi Youlin's heart was pounding in his chest, and he was filled with fear, like a trapped beast being hunted.
Fortunately, when the wind passed, the suppressed flame of the candle in his hand was rekindled.
There was nothing in front of him.
I mustered up the courage to look back, but there was nothing there.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his robe, trying to regain a bit of composure.
He looked down and realized that although the wind did not actually extinguish the candle, it would not last much longer.
The faint crackling of the candle in his hand disturbed the dead silence deep in the library. The eyes that were peeking at him in the shadows were pressed closely on him, and the oppressive feeling seemed to squeeze the air out of his lungs.
He had to hurry to find a desk.
The darkness just now had made Qi Youlin realize that the evil in the library was not something he could deal with.
The instinct for survival forced Qi Youlin not to hesitate, but he didn't dare to run either. He could only stumble among the bookshelves while protecting the candle.
It’s just that the bookshelves in front of me are endless. The library doesn’t look very big from the outside, but why do I never see the end?
Qi Youlin's footsteps became heavier and heavier. The fear in his heart was like a vine that tightly wrapped around him. The atmosphere around him became more and more depressing. He was gradually enveloped by darkness and could not see the way forward.
Suddenly, those greedy and evil eyes that were peeking and staring at him in the darkness retreated like the tide.
Qi Youlin still couldn't figure out why, but he felt that this was an opportunity.
Sure enough, as those gazes faded away, the darkness around him gradually became thinner, and he could see the road clearly again.
The scene in front of him became brighter and brighter, and he caught a faint light in front of him from the corner of his eye.
Stumbling around the bookshelf, he came to a row of desks with candlesticks on them. The flickering candlelight on the desks dispelled Qi Youlin's despair.
Qi Youlin almost fell beside the desk, his rapid breathing mixed with a deep sigh of relief.
At the same time, the candle in his hand finally died out.
He placed the book on the table, sat down, took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself, and quickly began to read.
But he just couldn't get into the mood. The feeling of being stared at that had just disappeared reappeared, only the gaze was not as cold and evil, but it was like a thorn in his 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 between these lightless bookshelves, something was quietly and coldly observing him and walking towards him.
Just as Qi Youlin's heartbeat became more and more rapid with the flickering of the candle, the thing finally appeared in front of him.
It should be those things.
Before his eyes, countless thick, wriggling and twisting tentacles appeared, spreading out from behind the bookshelf, with round things at the front end of the tentacles.
He only realized it when those round things, held by the tentacles, gathered in front of him and stared at him curiously.
It's all eyes!
(End of this chapter)