Chapter 940 There Is No Way for the Living

On the chest of the red woolen sweater, a bright red thread curled up, slowly dilating in the person's pupils.

It seemed to be a living and slowly squirming insect, headless and tailless, growing in agglomeration until it spread to the very edge of sight.

Immediately afterwards, the cardigan began to fall apart.

Countless long red worms are densely packed and growing crazily, occupying the entire field of vision of living people.

They penetrated from bookshelves, books, books, and got into the gaps in the ceiling and walls one by one.

There is a giant red net that is red everywhere you look, as dense and slender as a human pupil.

Under the coverage of this red network, everything in the library has undergone earth-shaking changes, as if it has gone from freshness to decay, from vitality to decay.

Books opened automatically, and a "swish, swish, swish" noise surrounded my ears.

Countless pieces of paper are flying and hovering in the sky, just like the snowflakes in the wind outside, but they turn red against the background of the red net.

Ji Li casually raised his hand to catch one of the pieces, with the word "生" written on it.

Then came the second, third, fourth... a total of eight single-character pieces of paper, arranged in a row in the field of vision:

"The living have no way, but the dead have a way."

woo woo woo woo……

The eight single-character pieces of paper were shattered in the blink of an eye, and intermittent crying sounded in my ears again, coming from upstairs.

"There is a ghost in the library..."

Song Yitong lowered her head slightly, but her eyes looked upward. Coupled with her white face and red clothes, she looked half ghost-like and half human.

At this moment, the woolen sweater she was wearing was only tied up with a strand of wool.

A layer of rich red mist seemed to descend from the sky woven by the red net, and the two people in the field looked at each other calmly in a very strange manner.

Ji Li looked at Song Yitong coldly and opened the file bag in his palm that had been taken all the way but had not been touched.

The five A4 papers inside have become the only complete texts left in the library.

Red shreds of paper are still flying in the sky, constantly disturbing the sight of living people.

Ji Li looked at Song Yitong, pulled out the second one from the five pieces of paper, held it in front of his eyes, and read out word for word:

"Library Code:

1. There are ghosts in the library, there are ghosts in the library, there are ghosts in the library;

(If someone tells you that there are no ghosts in the library, please be careful of that person and report his or her name to the counselor in a timely manner.) "

2. The library opening hours are: 8.30-11.30, 13.30-17.30, please enter the library for reading within the specified time period;

(Please do not enter the library late at night unless necessary. If you must enter, you must not stay overnight in the library.)

3. You can have a regular conversation with the librarian, but don't let him or her know what books you have read, otherwise it will attract the other person's attention, especially the red books.

4. If you have attracted the librarian’s attention, be sure not to get along with them and find a third party to divert the librarian’s attention;

5. If you have seen the world turn red, all the above rules are invalid and you are dead;"

As the library rules were made public, a coldness appeared on Song Yitong's face, and a piece of hair fell from his temples.

The fear he had felt when facing Ji Li was like a disguise. Now that it was removed, only the ferocious core remained.

Through the five rules of the library, Ji Li seems to be in a desperate situation at this moment.

He raised his head and stared at the empty red net on the ceiling and the world with falling red snow, and whispered:

"I have reached the fifth regulation and the world has turned red. Why don't you kill me?"

Song Yitong's expression was slightly stiff. She stared at Ji Li and took a step forward.

After taking this step, the skin on her face began to peel off, and inside was a scarlet epidermis, with some kind of fluid streaking through it.

Ji Li didn't move, just stood there and looked at her quietly, and continued:

“From the beginning I felt there was something wrong with the library, like something was missing.

But just as soon as I entered the door, the scene I saw was only one-tenth of the scene in the museum. Why did I feel this way.

So I kept looking. "

More and more skin fell off Song Yitong's face. When she was only five steps away from Ji Li, all her hair and skin had fallen off.

A blood vessel grows on the shriveled skin, and the withered human head with blood flowing continuously appears hideously.

The tassel-style earrings were not stained by dust. They gently slipped from the ear and landed on a piece of shredded paper.

“Then you showed up and the feeling became stronger and stronger.

It is easy to understand that you are afraid of me and feel guilty, because at the end of Mu Nianmei's mission, you met me in disguise.

But I smelled a smell in you, and it was this smell that made me find the missing thing. "

Ji Li put both hands on the handle of the cane and spoke expressionlessly.

Folds appeared on Song Yitong's facial skin, the flowing blood vessels began to swell, and the skin on her temples bulged.

It seems that just under this scarlet skin, something is ready to break out.

At the same time, her slender fingers reached towards Ji Li's face and pinched a long hair. A special smell filled her body.

The two were very close to each other at the moment, as if they were about to touch each other.

Ji Li exhaled like ice and whispered in Song Yitong's ear:

"It's too cold in the library, as if there's no heater, but your appearance makes me confirm that there's not one thing missing here, but an extra ghost.

Therefore, the air here is filled with the smell of decay and coldness, which cannot be dispelled even if the warm air is turned on.

That ghost is you. "

After saying this, Ji Li tore off the remaining red thread tied to Song Yitong's waist.

When the red thread was torn off, all the scarlet light above the head dissipated, and the pieces of paper dancing wildly in the air fell to the ground.

The red net that was as bright as the sun just now disappeared completely from people's field of vision, as if it had never been there.

And inside Song Yitong's ferocious skin, a pale arm suddenly stretched out.

It is like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, desperately spreading its wings to break the shackles of fate and escape.

Ji Li saw that it was too laborious, so he grabbed the hand and lifted it outward.

A thin, embarrassed woman emerged from the skin and fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Ji Li looked at the woman coldly, walked past her, came to a bookshelf, picked up the book he had just noticed, and threw it to the ground.

The name of this book is: "The Opposite of Tragedy is Comedy".

But at this moment it was blown open in the wind, revealing a red page.

On it was a pattern painted in blood - a tassel earring trapped in a cocoon.

The color of this blood is not normal red, but rather dark black, and there is obviously a mutation contained in it.

It was Song Yitong who emerged from Song Yitong's skin. She was the thing trapped in the cocoon.

"Thank...thank you!"

"Now can you tell me about the real library rules?"

Ji Li tore the original A4 paper in his palm into pieces in front of Song Yitong and scattered them in the air.

The scattered pieces of paper fell from the air one by one, reflecting in Song Yitong's eyes, arousing the fear deep in her heart.

"If you want to get the real library rules, you need to open it as a student who violates the rules."