Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 907 Hei Na

He remembered the old man's last words, the warning of the black-robed man in his dream, and finally took out the "Curse Account Book" from the depths of his backpack. The leather cover glowed a strange dark red in the moonlight, as if it was darker than during the day. "Do you promise to protect it?" "I swear in the name of the Curse Master Association." Sato solemnly took the account book, opened the interlayer and put in a sealing spell. He stood up and tidied his suit, and took out a gold-stamped business card from the inner pocket, "If you encounter danger again, use this to contact me." The business card was printed with the family crest of the Yin-Yang Master, and a mysterious phone number was written in cinnabar on the back. Watching Sato's figure disappear at the alley, Lin You looked down at the red mark on his palm, and then looked up at the floating barrier in the night sky. The sound of a fire truck siren came from a distance, presumably because the accident in the library had attracted attention. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked in the opposite direction. The wet cobblestone road reflected his lonely figure, and the door to the world of curse was truly opened to him at this moment.

Lin You's fingertips repeatedly groped the wall in the corner of the bookstore. The moss condensed in the gaps between the bricks and stones was sticky and cold, as if countless tiny tentacles were entangled. Since handing the account book to Sato, he has never been able to let go of the doubts in his heart. He always felt that the "Curse Account Book" was inextricably linked to this ancient bookstore. At this moment, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a brick of a lighter color in the corner of the wall. On the dusty wall, the edge of the brick actually revealed a half groove. "Found it!" Lin You lowered his voice, his heart beating violently in his chest. He took out the small archaeological shovel he carried with him from his backpack and carefully pried the bricks and stones. With a light "click", the bricks and stones fell, revealing a secret door behind. The surface of the secret door was covered with copper rust, and a strange human face relief was inlaid in the center. Dark red stains condensed in the empty eye sockets, like dried blood. When Lin You's palm touched the secret door, a piercing chill ran through his fingertips into his bones. He resisted the discomfort and pushed the secret door hard. The door hinge made a harsh creaking sound, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for many years was awakened. The stone door slowly opened, and a stale air mixed with the smell of rotten paper, old mold and rust rushed in his face, choking him and making him cough repeatedly. Behind the door was a steep stone staircase, which was uneven due to years of moisture. Lin You took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. The pale beam pierced the darkness and illuminated the walls on both sides of the steps. The wall was engraved with symbols similar to those on the "Spell Account Book". Some of the symbols still had dark red pigment on the surface, which glowed with a strange luster under the light, as if they were drawn with blood. Lin You supported the cold stone wall and moved down step by step. At the end of the stone steps was a heavy stone door with a complex spell array engraved on the surface. In the center of the formation, nine giant dragons surrounded a pattern similar to an account book. The dragon scales were lifelike, and the saliva condensed between the fangs seemed to be seen in the open dragon mouth. Lin You remembered the symbols on the account book, took a deep breath, and touched the specific positions on the formation diagram one by one with trembling fingertips in the order of memory. As the last symbol was touched, the stone door roared and slowly slid open to both sides. In an instant, countless tiny dust particles danced wildly in the beam of light, like startled ghosts. The basement was filled with a strong stench of decay. Lin You covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves and walked forward with a flashlight. This place seemed to be a world forgotten by time. Dozens of tall bookshelves were neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of books and scrolls. Some of the book covers were already tattered, revealing the yellowed pages inside; some scrolls were wrapped in faded silk, and the edges were tied with long-dried talismans. Lin You's eyes wandered between the bookshelves and were suddenly attracted by a book with a black cover on the top of the bookshelf. On the cover of the book, the words "The Origin and Truth of Spells" were embroidered with golden silk thread, flashing mysteriously in the dim light. Lin You moved the wooden ladder next to him, climbed carefully to the top of the bookshelf, and took down the book. The leather cover was cold to the touch, as if it had just been taken out of an ice cellar. He sat on the wooden ladder and couldn't wait to turn the pages. The first page was a beautiful hand-painted illustration depicting the scene of ancient humans praying to the gods of nature on the altar, various strange spell runes floating in the sky, and people on the ground holding glowing spell instruments in their hands. As he read deeper, Lin You gradually understood the origin of spells. In ancient times, humans faced the powerful and mysterious forces of nature with both awe and yearning. Some people with special talents can sense the mysterious power hidden in all things in nature - spell power. Through long-term observation and practice, they learned to communicate with spell power and use spell power to cast various magical spells. These people were the earliest spellcasters. As time went on, spellcasters gradually formed different factions. The decent sorcerers take it as their duty to maintain world peace. They use spells to protect mankind and seal the curse spirits and evil forces that endanger the world; while the evil cursers are tempted by power and try to use spells to rule the world. They collude with the curse spirits and wantonly create disasters and chaos. The book records in detail the origin of the "Spell Account Book". It was written by a powerful decent sorcerer named Abe Chizuru eight hundred years ago. Abe Chizuru has devoted his life to studying spells, hoping to find a way to completely eliminate evil forces through a deep understanding of spells. He recorded his lifelong research results and some powerful forbidden techniques in this account book with special spell characters, and set up many seals, hoping that in the future someone who truly has justice in his heart can inherit his will. However, the existence of the account book was soon known to the evil forces. In order to obtain the powerful power in the account book, the cursers did not hesitate to start a war and launched a fierce battle with the decent sorcerers. Over the long years, the account book has changed hands several times, and countless people have died for it. Recently, the curse masters seem to have been supported by some mysterious power. They are planning a shocking conspiracy - using the forbidden techniques in the account books to awaken the ancient curse spirit "Lord of Chaos" sealed in another world. "Lord of Chaos" is the most powerful curse spirit in ancient times, and it has the power to destroy everything. According to legend, its roar can cause earthquakes and tsunamis, and it can destroy a city with a slight wave of its tentacles. In ancient times, many upright curse masters exhausted their efforts to seal it in another world. Now, the curse masters are trying to unseal it and use the power of "Lord of Chaos" to rule the world, plunging the world into eternal darkness.