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Chapter 1234. The Book at Night (22)

Not only did the viewers in the live stream not know how Lin Xi found out, but the other players didn't know either.

“The Ink-Etched Ones take books as their body,” Lin Xi said in a deep voice. “I saw it on that half-piece of paper earlier.”

“It also looks like a monster formed from condensed black mist, so it should be afraid of light!” Guo Yuelang said.

The spirit seemed to understand his words. The red ink dot suddenly turned towards Guo Yuelang and sprayed out a glob of black ink.

Guo Yuelang reacted quickly, jumping to the side. The ink landed where she had just been standing, instantly corroding a small hole in the floor, from which black smoke billowed upwards.

"Quickly, burn it with torches!" Ouyang Xichen shouted.

Lin Xi immediately threw the torch in his hand, which was almost out of flame, forward.

The moment the torchlight touched the Book Spirit's pages, a "sizzle" sound was heard, and black smoke instantly billowed from the Book Spirit's body, causing even more pages to fall.

"it works!"

As Ouyang Xichen spoke, he turned up the flame of his lighter and moved closer to Shuling.

When the pale blue flame touched the Book Spirit, the Book Spirit made a sharp "hissing" sound, shrank back, but quickly pounced again.

This time, it didn't spray ink, but several ink-stained pages, which flew towards Ouyang Xichen like knives.

"careful!"

Chang Xiaohe pulled Ouyang Xichen behind him.

Lin Xi swung the dagger in his hand suddenly, knocking the pages of the book away.

The pages fell to the ground, instantly turning into ink stains that corroded small pits.

Taking advantage of the moment, Huang Jingjing held the key in front of her, and the white light pushed it towards the direction of the Book Spirit.

The book spirit was enveloped in white light, and its body began to twist violently. The red ink spots gradually faded, and more and more pages fell out.

"Everyone, use fire! It can't hold on much longer!"

Huang Jingjing shouted, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead onto the key, making the white light even brighter.

"I come."

As Bai Yueming spoke, he waved his hand, and a streak of fire flew towards the Book Spirit.

—It really is vegetables!

Why didn't he use it just now?

—I guess... you just didn't remember?
—The black fog was too thick just now; he was probably worried about being corroded.

—The most likely scenario is that his fire is not a sustained fire.

However, Bai Yueming's fire is indeed continuously alive.

With a "crackling" sound, the Book Spirit's body gradually shrank, eventually turning into a pool of black ink that seeped into the wood grain of the floor and disappeared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Xi looked at Bai Yueming.

"You don't need it, I've almost forgotten your skills."

She said that on purpose, because she thought Bai Yueming didn't want to use her skills too much because there were people she wasn't very familiar with.

"Don't say you forgot, I forgot too," Bai Yueming laughed.

"Was your previous dungeon also peaceful?" Huang Jingjing asked.

“It’s not peaceful, but we don’t need fire,” Bai Yueming said.

Lin Xi picked up the pages of the book that had just been knocked away.

The pages had become ordinary scrap paper, with only faint ink marks remaining on the edges.

"The direction the book spirit just walked was in the same direction the compass was pointing. Perhaps the clue to the key is just ahead, but we have to be careful."

—That scared me to death! The book spirit's eyes were terrifying!

—Luckily, we had the key and the torch.

—And vegetables!
—The vegetables have forgotten their own skills!

—He did it on purpose; he was definitely saving it for a crucial moment.

—It was quite a close call when I first entered!
—Perhaps he really forgot.

—Too many skills?

—How did First Snow manage to escape from such a monster? She's amazing!

—Look at the pages in 123's hands, there seem to be words on them! Lin Xi also noticed faint writing on the back of the pages.

She held the book pages up to the torch and could barely make out the words "three layers of shadow, two layers of emptiness, one layer of ink".

“It’s a clue!” She handed the pages of the book to everyone.

"The second floor is empty... does that mean the 'Key to Emptiness' is on the second floor?" Xiao Qin pondered.

“That is indeed a good idea,” Ouyang Xichen said.

“Then, the ‘Key to Shadow’ is on the third level.” Bai also interjected.

“The layer of ink probably refers to the spirit of the book we just saw!” Quan Quan said.

Huang Jingjing nodded, folded the pages of the book, and put it into her backpack.

"Then we need to find the stairs to the second floor first. There should be a staircase entrance at the front of the passage; Chuxue might have already gone up."

After resting for a while, everyone reorganized their equipment.

Lin Xi picked up the torch that he had just used as a weapon and lit it.

Ouyang Xichen still used a lighter.

Huang Jingjing's key regained some of its white light, enough to maintain a half-meter safety zone.

Bai Yueming stretched out his hand, and fire rose from his palm.

"How long can it last?" Xiao Qin asked.

“A few minutes!” Bai Yueming said.

“Then you should save it for a crucial moment!” Lin Xi said. “If you weren’t worried about ordinary books burning, you could set a few more fires here.”

"No, what if we anger some monster again? That would be troublesome," Bai Yueming laughed. "Let's keep a low profile."

--Shut up!
—That jinx is at it again!

—Vegetables have such big hearts.

—Yeah, I can joke around anytime.

—That's good, otherwise I'd be too nervous!

I don't believe he would forget his skills!
—I still believe it. He's so carefree and irresponsible; it's possible he's forgotten about it after not using it for so long.

Hahaha, it's true!
The black fog in the passage had thinned, and the slime on the ground had decreased.

After walking for about ten minutes, a fork in the road suddenly appeared ahead.

The left fork in the road was littered with tiny, scattered pages, just like those on the book spirit earlier. The right fork glowed with a faint blue light, and the compass needle suddenly turned to the right, its edge gleaming with a blinding blue light.

"Go to the right!"

Without hesitation, Lin Xi turned to the right. After taking only two steps, he saw an iron gate at the end of the fork in the road. The gate was ajar, and a faint light shone from inside.

—Is this compass a prop?

—No, it seems to be something that 123 put into the dungeon.

—How come it's so easy to use?

—Yeah, I find that strange too.

—It could also be a prop!

—There were so many props, we forgot about them all.

—It's not a prop; I don't remember having a compass.

"Is someone inside?" Bai Yueming asked in a low voice.

Guo Yuelang slowly moved closer.

Through the crack in the iron gate, you could see a wooden table with an oil lamp on it. The lamp was lit, and next to it was an open diary.

Guo Yuelang gestured for everyone to stop and gently pushed open the iron gate.

Inside was a small room of about ten square meters, containing only a wooden table, a chair, and an iron cabinet against the wall.

Beside the oil lamp on the table, besides the diary, there was an empty kettle with the words "First Snow" engraved on it.

"It's from the first snow!"

Huang Jingjing immediately went to the table and picked up the kettle.

There was still a little water at the bottom of the pot, and it was warm, indicating that the first snow had left no more than half an hour ago.

Lin Xi opened the diary. The pages were yellowed, and the writing was done with a blue fountain pen, but several places were covered with black ink stains.