I created the monster sequence!

However, the knowledge in the book needs to be slowly discovered through reading, and it is impossible to master it directly by talking about it.

Just like the book Meng Qing rented before, he didn't finish it until he returned it.

And after returning the book, he directly lost the abilities he gained in the book.

Therefore, borrowing books does not mean directly borrowing abilities.

If you want to master the abilities in the book, you need a certain amount of time to understand the knowledge in the book.

In this situation, it is obviously too late to start reading a book from the beginning.

So Meng Qing set his sights on another room.

He walked into the room and inside were neat rows of ancient relics.

"It turns out that the ancient relics were really taken away by the boss of Death. I thought those people in the dream were just joking..."

Meng Qing was walking in the collection room, and by chance, he saw a needle.

A silver needle.

"Silver needle?"

Just then, an eye opened on the counter.

‘Choose it. ’

What?

Meng Qing frowned, and then a strange mental wave came into his mind, and a portrait of a five-clawed dragon appeared.

The portrait flashed away, but it seemed to be hinting at something to Meng Qing.

"Silver Needle...Dragon."

024 Since Orochi hinted at him like this, then...

Meng Qing picked up the silver thread needle and returned to the counter, "I choose this one."

Hearing this, 001 picked up the brochure on the side and glanced at it, "The unified standard for ancient relics is that one year of soul life can be rented for one month. So, how long do you want to rent it?"

One year of soul life?

"What is one year of soul life?"

Hearing this, 001 picked up the pamphlet and turned over a few pages. "Any life has a soul, and the soul is not an immortal thing. There is an upper limit to cell division, and there are also limits to the body and soul."

"If the life of the soul is exhausted, the consciousness will die. It's that simple."

What an official statement...

"Can I know how much soul life I have left?" Meng Qing asked.

"no."

001 answered quite simply and neatly.

At this moment, Yang Jian came over with a torch, "Everything else has explanations, but this thing doesn't. I want to know what it is?"

The torch looks ordinary, but it is always burning with a golden flame and does not require fuel.

"Don't ask so many questions. The more you know, the more painful it will be."

Hearing 001's words, the girl on the side tugged at the corner of Yang Jian's clothes, "How about we change to another one, brother Yang Jian?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian shook the torch in his hand, "No, just take this."

The more undefined something is, the more mysterious it is, and the more mysterious something is, the more unexpected effects it can produce.

Sometimes no explanation is the best explanation.

001 casually pushed Xiaohua in front of the two of them, "Now that we've chosen it, let's confirm the rental time."

"Three months."

Meng Qing picked up a pen and wrote the specific date on the label on the side.

When Yang Jian heard this, he also followed suit.

After writing down the rental time, Xiaohua suddenly opened her eyes!

The two tentacles curled and pierced into the eyebrows of the two people, as if something was pulled out at this moment!

The two of them trembled, looking a little dazed.

"Is that it?"

Yang Jian said.

001 waved his hand, "Yeah, it's done, let's go."

As soon as the words fell, before the three of them could react, their figures flashed and disappeared directly into the library.

Seeing this, 001 stretched out and was about to lie down when a fishman pushed open the door of the library.

Um?

The fish man came to 001 step by step, as if he knew 001.

"Long time no see, do you remember me, Raven?"

001 blinked, "Why have you become so small, dead fish head?"

Yes, this fish man is none other than Li Yuan.

But this is not that he has become smaller. This fish-man body is not his true body, but a priest separated from him.

"It's not important, those three people, they seem to have taken something here."

"Can you please explain to me, where is this place?"

…

001 explained Chen Ye's new masterpiece, 024 The Library of the Exiled, to Li Yuan, and explained to him that everything here can be traded with souls.

After understanding the detailed rules, Li Yuan proposed a deal to 001.

Dragon Talisman, Pig Talisman.

Yes, he exchanged these two charms in 001's hands.

At the same time, I also rented a book.

Necronomicon

Li Yuan also paid the price of his soul.

After the transaction, Li Yuan was about to leave, but 001 stopped him.

"Si Yutou, I need to remind you that Lord Os has said before that the world is divided into two parts: day and night. When this balance is broken, the world itself will take action to get everything back on track. "

Li Yuan's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, "You're telling me not to go too far, right?"

"Who knows, after all, no one can guess what that person is thinking."

001 said.

Li Yuan, who had just opened the door and was about to leave, paused when he heard this.

"Human beings are destined to be replaced unless they can transform the energy flowing in the world to achieve self-evolution, but I will not give them this opportunity."

…

outside world.

When Meng Qing, Yang Jian and the other two came out, they saw a ruin submerged by the flood.

Fortunately, the monster in the ocean continued to move forward.

Unfortunately, the red fog did not change its position, it was still expanding!

The red fog almost enveloped them the moment they came out, and Yang Jian and the others had no time to react!

Huh!

The dense red fog like a stream swallowed the three people, but strangely, the three people were not assimilated or melted by the red fog.

The place where the three people were became a pure land, and the red fog automatically avoided the three people.

Why is this?

Meng Qing was the first to find the answer. He found that this piece of pure land was spread out with Yang Jian as the center point.

"Is it the torch?"

Hearing Meng Qing's words, Yang Jian stretched the torch forward, and the endless red fog in front of him dispersed, and a road really appeared!

"Really!"

"Sure enough, my vision is unique." Yang Jian said.

"The torch allows us to gain a foothold under the red fog, and it can also illuminate the way ahead, so that means... his existence is similar to that of the trident?" Meng Qing said to himself.

Does that mean that this red mist is actually an Old One?

Are we going to look for the seal again?

But... there is really no clue this time.

There is no text or information on the torch.

When Meng Qing saw the torch, the only thing he could think of was Mount Olympus.

After all, the Olympus Holy Fire is quite famous.

Moreover, in Greek mythology, Poseidon, the god of the sea, is also one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.

The last golden trident was related to his son Atlas, so...

"Do the Old Ones and the gods of Greek mythology correspond to each other?"

Meng Qing couldn't be sure, this was just his guess.

But even if it was true as he thought, the seal corresponded to the gods of Olympus, Meng Qing didn't want to get involved in this matter anymore.

Because it was completely thankless!

Not only did he push himself onto the death squad to save the world, but there was no benefit in winning.

Even if he succeeded by chance, if they came out one day, they would still seek revenge on you, which was really not worth it.

And judging from the current situation, all the nearby cities have been destroyed, not to mention airplanes, even cars are gone.

It is simply unrealistic to walk to Mount Olympus.

"Anyway, let's leave here first."

Yang Jian nodded, and the three of them began to move forward in the red fog with torches.

The red fog was so dense that their vision was greatly limited.

They were like explorers with torches in a dark forest, and could only move forward slowly step by step with torches.

But unfortunately...

The Lord of the Red Stream, Li Heng, soon discovered the three people holding torches!

...