The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean realized that someone was buried in the stack of books. Through spiritual vision, it can be seen that it is an ordinary human being.

"It can't be a trap, right?" Sean narrowed his eyes, and the spiritual essence swept around on alert.

After a while, there was another moan from the stack of books.

"It should have been the Epiphany Scholar who knocked over the bookshelf when he was passing by, and buried this man in the pile of books...

"Looking at it this way, it shouldn't be a trap."

After having the light source, Sean temporarily closed the lid of the hot lighter, suspended it in the air to dissipate heat, walked to the stack of books vigilantly, and used both hands and spiritual essence to start cleaning the stack of books.

After a while, a face finally appeared in the stack of books.

His long hair and beard are already gray, his eyes are closed, his brows are tightly knitted, and he seems to be in pain.

Sean took out the holy water bottle, unscrewed the cap, poured a little on the palm of his hand, and flicked the cold holy water on the opponent's face with his fingers.

Holy water will not cause harm to human beings, and even has the effect of calming the gods and exorcising evil spirits.

The eyes rolled a few times under the eyelids, and the old man opened his eyes, his eyes were cloudy: "Ah...ah! I can't move!"

"Can you stretch out your hand?"

"No... can't."

"Where is your hand, move it."

Sean saw a red-covered book arched, and after removing a few books, he saw a thin hand.

According to the state where the old man was buried, Sean moved a few more books, then held the old man's hand and pulled him out of the pile of books.

A lamp stand was inserted on his back, and the bright lantern dangled above his forehead.

Because he was buried in old books, he was covered in dust at the moment, and he was still coughing because of the dust.

His back was particularly hunched, and he looked very old.

"Are you... how are you..." Seeing the old man who didn't seem to take a bath for decades, Sean didn't know where to ask.

"You live here?" The old man's appearance reminded Sean of a homeless man, and he blurted out.

The old man patted the dust, coughed until his face turned red, and after a while, he replied with a murmur: "Live here, live there... Isn't it the same wherever you live?

"Our souls just sojourn in this universe..."

He turned around and left without even thanking him.

Intuition told Sean that the other party seemed to be familiar with this place: "Do you know where the old newspaper is?"

"Newspapers? Newspapers... um, newspapers! Papers!" The old man turned his face, as if he was remembering something, his eyes rolled wildly, "Ah, I remember. Come with me, I have a lot of newspapers to eat.

"The New Testament Times, the Atlanta Post, the New York Times, the Glorious News..." He walked on his own, distracted, "Each newspaper has a different flavor.

"You can't eat newspapers with too many photos. If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea."

Sean looked at the dirty old man in surprise. A brass-colored pendant hung on his chest. It was an open book, and a candle seemed to be burning on it.

"I told Andre to read the newspaper every day, but not only the newspaper, but to use the principle of equal distribution of reading time..." The old man kept muttering something in a low voice, "It is necessary to read both the philosophy of the sages and the history. , and of course read the newspapers..."

Obviously, the old man's spirit is not normal.

How did he survive in the depths of this dangerous old book cemetery?

Wouldn't the weeping student, the epiphany scholar, the misguided self-taught man hurt him?

"Old man..." Sean followed behind him. For some reason, the light from the lantern that swayed with him made Sean feel at ease, "You are here, nothing hurts you?"

"Hurt me?" The old man shook his head wildly, "Underground is the safest, nothing is going to hurt me... The only ones who can hurt us are ourselves.

"So, Alicia, don't be afraid, fear is just something we imagine..."

Andre? Alicia? Sean thought, maybe these are his former students?

Shawn followed the old man. When he passed a room, he was startled. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see a tall and thin figure standing in the room.

The spiritual substance condensed into a sharp blade and prepared to fight the enemy, but found that it was just a strange shape mixed with a stain and shadow on the wall of the room.

Sean turned on the lighter to look, and found one damp book after another spread out on the floor and table in that room, on which white and brown mushrooms were grown.

Sean looked at the back of the old man in disbelief, which was outlined by the light of the lantern: "Do you really live under this place?"

Surprised and puzzled, he followed the old man into a room where there were rows of tin cabinets.

Sean took two steps faster, walked to the tin cabinet, and tried to open a drawer with his hands.

The drawer was sealed with rust and could not be opened for the first time. He pulled harder, and the drawer made a raspy rattling sound and was pulled open.

As the dust fluttered, Sean saw old newspapers sorted by date in the drawer.

With the light above the old man's head, Sean was a little excited and started to read these old newspapers hidden deep in the old book cemetery...

The old man also sat on the floor with his hands, took out an old little book in his arms, and started to read.

Time passed minute by minute. During this period, except for the old man who got up and oiled the lamp, both of them were immersed in reading.

"Most of the newspapers have been read..." Sean has spent a few days reading all the major newspapers in the public library in the past 20 years, so at this time, he can proceed at a faster speed. Screening.

The fingers that had been flipping the newspaper suddenly stopped, and Sean discovered a strange thing.

He frowned: "The New Testament Times of December 12, 1904..." Sean remembers flipping through this newspaper in the public library.

However, the current issue of "New Testament Times" in front of him was different from what he remembered.

In the current affairs news section, there seems to be an extra column of news near the edge.

Sean was suddenly stunned.

Sean has always had an unnatural feeling when browsing newspapers in the public library.

Now he finally knew why he felt this way: In this issue of the newspaper in his memory, a column of news disappeared, and there was a blank space in the corner, which made the layout of the entire newspaper feel extraordinarily weird.

"Why is this happening?!" Surprised, Sean began to read the "disappearing news".

"The most serious apostasy in a thousand years! The two former saints betrayed Holy Father Keen and the court, secretly formed a blasphemous organization called the "Judas Ring", and carried out anti-Salvationist propaganda..."

Sean was struck by lightning: "The Ring of Judas was formed by ex-Saints?!"

He continued to read: "Under the revelation and divine power of the Holy Father Keene, all members of the Judas Circle, including the two former saints, have all been slaughtered in many annihilation operations..."

Sean's eyes were full of doubts: "They have been wiped out? What happened to Kennedy who kidnapped Aaliyah? Is it a ghost?!"

Sean was still in a state of shock~www.readwn.com~ something more bizarre happened.

In the dim light, he watched the ink on that piece of news slowly fade away until it completely disappeared, becoming exactly the same as this issue of the newspaper he saw outside.

Sean couldn't help but slightly opened his mouth: "Silence sign... How could such a thing be possible? Let the news disappear in front of me?!

"You can tamper with newspapers without chasing back the paper?" Sean even began to doubt the authenticity of the world, "Even the strongest known magic technique cannot do such a thing!"

The old man with the lantern who witnessed the whole process, his eyes were calm: "It's like a sliced ​​apple..."

"What apple?" Sean was very annoyed by the disappearance of the clue, and he looked at the nervous old man impatiently.

The old man pointed to the vacant column on the newspaper: "If you cut an apple, its originally white pulp will gradually turn yellow.

After standing for a while, the old man touched his stomach: "Uh... I want to eat apples."

"Is it because of the air?" Sean suddenly realized, and said his conjecture, "These news were originally printed with special ink, they released a certain ingredient in the air, and after contact, the specific news disappeared!

"In this way, it is possible to tamper with the newspaper without recovering it!"

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