A bright red thread raised on the chest of the red cardigan slowly dilated in the person's pupils.

It is like becoming a living insect that is slowly wriggling, without head or tail, gathering and growing until it spreads to the edge of sight.

Immediately afterwards, the cardigan began to split.

Countless long red insects are densely packed and growing wildly, occupying the entire horizon of the living.

They run through bookshelf, books, and books, and drill into the gaps in the walls of the ceiling one by one.

A giant red net with red eyes is as dense and slender as a human pupil.

Under the cover of this red net, everything in the library has undergone earth-shaking changes, like moving from freshness to rot, from vitality to decline.

Books are automatically opened, and the noise of "swish swish swish swish" is surrounded by the ears.

Countless pieces of paper flew and circled in the sky, just like the snowflakes in the wind outside, but turned red against the backdrop of the red net.

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

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third, and the fourth... a total of eight single-character paper sheets, arranged in a row in the field of view:

"The living has no way, and the dead have a way"

Woo... Woo...

Eight single-character sheets of paper were broken in an instant, and intermittent crying sounded from the ears, coming from the upper floor.

"There are ghosts in the library..."

Song Yitong lowered her head slightly, but her eyes looked upwards. In addition, her white face and red clothes made her look seven-pointed like a ghost and three-pointed like a human.

At this moment, the wool sweater on her body was tied with only a strand of wool.

The sky woven by the red net seemed to have a thick layer of red mist, and the two people in the field looked at each other calmly in a very strange posture.

Ji Li looked at Song Yitong coldly and opened the file bag in her palm that she had held all the way but never moved.

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

The red shredded paper is still flying in the sky, constantly interfering with the sight of living people.

Ji Li looked at Song Yitong, took out the second piece from the five pieces of paper, blocked her eyes, and recited it word by word:

“Library Code:

1. There are ghosts in the library, ghosts in the library, and ghosts in the library; (If someone tells you that there are no ghosts in the library, please be careful of this person and report his name to the counselor in time.)”

2. The library opening hours are: 8.30-11.30, 13.30-17.30. Please enter the library to read within the specified time period; (Please do not enter the library late at night unless necessary. If you have to enter, you must not stay overnight in the library.)

3. You can have regular conversations with the librarian, but don’t let him know what book you have read, otherwise it will attract the other party’s attention, especially the red book.

4. If you have attracted the attention of the librarian, then do not live with it. Find a third party to divert the librarian's attention; 5. If you have seen the world become red, all the above rules will be invalidated and you will die;"

As the library rules were revealed, a coldness appeared on Song Yitong's face, and a hair slid down from her temples.

The fear of Ji Li before was like a disguise, and now only the cruel core was left after being removed.

Through the five rules of the library, Ji Li seemed 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 red snow falling, and whispered:

"I have reached the fifth regulation, and the world has become red, why don't you kill me?"

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

As she walked out, the skin on her face began to fall off, and there was a scarlet skin inside, with some fluid passing by.

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

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

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

So I've been looking for it."

The skin on Song Yitong's face was falling more and more. When she and Ji Li were only five steps apart, all her hair and skin had fallen out.

A blood vessel grows on the shriveled skin, and the blood is rolling withered heads appearing in a hideous way.

The tassel-style earring was not stained with dust, and gently slid from the ear and fell on a piece of shredded paper.

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

Your fear of me and guilt is easy to understand, because at the end of Mu Nianmei's mission, you disguised yourself and met me.

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 grip of the cane and told her expressionlessly.

The skin on Song Yitong's face had wrinkles, the flowing blood vessels began to swell, and the epidermis of the temples bulged.

It seemed that under this scarlet skin, something was about to move, trying to break out.

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

The two are very close at this moment, as if they are about to be stuck together.

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

"The library is too cold, like there is less heating, but your appearance made me confirm that it is not that there is one missing thing, but that there is an extra ghost here.

Therefore, the air here is filled with rotten and cold smells, and even with the warm wind, it cannot be dispelled.

That ghost is you."

After saying that, Ji Li tore the red thread tied to Song Yitong's waist and broke it.

When the red thread was pulled off, the scarlet light pressing on the top of the head dissipated, and the shreds of paper dancing wildly in the air fell to the ground one after another.

Just now, the red net, which was as bright as the sun, left in people's vision, as if it had been in the future.

A pale arm suddenly stretched out from Song Yitong's hideous skin.

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

Seeing that it was too laborious, Ji Li grabbed the hand and lifted it out.

A thin and embarrassed woman came out of this skin and fell to the ground and gasped.

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

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

And at this moment it was blown away in the wind, revealing a red page.

On it is a pattern drawn with blood - a tassel earrings trapped in a cocoon.

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

It was Song Yitong who came out of Song Yitong's skin, and she was the one trapped in a cocoon.

"Thank you...thank you!"

"Can you talk to me about the real library rules now?"

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

Thousands of paper fell from the air one by one, reflected in Song Yitong's eyes, stirring up the fear that buried deep in her heart.
Chapter completed!