Chapter 263

Unlike the previous two times entering the castle, this time Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe did not obtain the key prop for exploring this castle—the corpse-oil lamp—at the 'spawn point'.

Checking the ID photo and personal information on the ID card, this red-haired man named Geza Augu was not any member of the university student group that disappeared in the mountains back then. He seemed to be an 'earlier' batch of 'players' who entered the ancient castle before Spencer and Cynthia.

"Do early players not have corpse-oil lamps?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was a bit puzzled. "Is it that they don't have them, or is it because they stayed in the castle for too long and used them up?"

The corpse oil in the oil lamp would be consumed. So far, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe hadn't found a stable channel to replenish the lamp oil. The candles in the clock tower hall might be a direction, but taking away the candles would alarm the ghosts there, and ultimately, one would only end up with the same fate as Spencer.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stuffed the two hand-drawn castle maps into his bosom and roughly confirmed his current location.

There were two libraries in Vanessa Castle: one was the large library of the Frimmissret family, and one was the private library of Grand Duchess Vanessa. The large library was located in the attic on the top floor of the clock tower, and the small library was adjacent to the castle owner's bedroom. Where he was now was the latter.

"Geza Augu came to Grand Duchess Vanessa's private library, he should be looking for something, some book, or some information..." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pondered and slowly strolled among the rows of bookshelves.

Grand Duchess Vanessa's collection was arranged very neatly, strictly classified according to different fields and sorted by the first letter, arranged neatly. But judging by the wear marks on the book spines and the maintenance situation, the reading habits of the book owner before death shouldn't have been very good; this library should have been quite messy before.

The reason why it was so neat now should be that after Grand Duchess Vanessa died, the descendants of the Frimmissret family organized it on her behalf.

Grand Duchess Vanessa's collection was dominated by civil engineering and architecture, mixed with some history, religion, and art design books. There were not many story-like biographies and novels. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had read her life story; this castle was designed by the Grand Duchess herself.

So what was Geza looking for here?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe paced past the bookshelves and returned to where he stood at the beginning. The bright window was not covered by curtains, and the gloomy white sky spilled heavy light. The sky of this castle seemed to have always been like this, without sun or moon, neither dark nor bright.

Crack—

The lock of the library door opened.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe turned his head alertly, only to see that at the other end of the rows of bookshelves, the heavy copper-clad wooden door was slowly pushed open. A withered, pale, thin palm slowly reached in through the door crack. As the door opened, flickering firelight permeated in from outside.

That was a 'person' with a thin body and a hunched figure, crawling on the ground like a dog, holding an oil lamp and pushing open the door of the library with his head. The distinct-jointed palm was clutching the floor tightly, dragging his body in from outside the door. A corner of the library became bright, and the floor under the light also became fragile and rotten, accompanied by the cracking sound of crawling.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe pressed his body against the side of the bookshelf, watching the person crawl into the library from outside the door. First, a hand holding an oil lamp squeezed in through the door crack, then a thin, withered head like a skeleton, then a thin shoulder where the bone shape could be clearly distinguished, and then...

And then nothing.

This 'person' crawling into the library holding an oil lamp had no lower body. The torso below the shoulders was empty, dragging a bloody spine and crawling across the floor. The dry intestines were wrapped around the exposed spine in circles, and the internal organs inside didn't know where they had been lost.

A withered human upper body crawled past the door of the library and arrived under the desk where Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had just drawn the map.

Under the illumination of the light, the tidy desk turned into a pile of rotten wooden boards scattered on the ground. Half a human body held an oil lamp and passed by the bookshelf, and foul-smelling corpse water dripped from the cross-section of the body, leaving a trail on the floor like a snail crawling past, slowly extending towards Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's direction.

"It's looking for me... it knows I'm here?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's eyes narrowed slightly, looking around. There were no cabinets or the like to hide in the library, at most, he could use the cover of the bookshelves to play 'King of Qin circling the pillar' with this ghost thing.

A damp, corpse-smelling odor drifted into his nasal cavity, and the orange lamp flame illuminated the books on the bookshelf. It crawled closer.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe silently turned to the other side of the bookshelf, lightened his footsteps, and walked towards the direction of the room door. The books on the bookshelf behind him became old, and green mold spots grew on the book spines, and that unpleasant corpse smell became more intense. With the cover of the books on the shelf, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe quietly arrived at the end of the bookshelf. The tightly closed room door was not far ahead—the one pushed open by that half-corpse was the door to 'over there' illuminated by the oil lamp, while the door to 'this side' was still in a closed state.

"Phew..." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took a deep breath, looked back at the 'ghost' crawling among the bookshelves holding an oil lamp, and walked quickly to the door, gripped the round door handle with both hands, and slowly turned it as much as possible without making any sound.

A little lighter... a little lighter... don't be discovered by it...

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's peripheral vision watched a candle flame drifting and flickering among the bookshelves. The door handle in his hand slowly turned, and the friction of the mechanical structure made a subtle rustling sound. A little more, turn a little more to the right, and the door would open.

Crack...

The old door lock made a crisp sound.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's whole body stiffened, and even his heartbeat slowed down unconsciously.

Among the bookshelves behind him, that orange candle flame had stopped flickering at some point. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe held the door handle and stiffly lifted his head, only to see that the large door in front of him had opened at some point, and orange light poured in from outside the door crack.

The heavy door panel quietly became damp, and the four copper-clad corners were covered with copper rust. A withered, thin ghost hand appeared in the light, passing through the door crack and slowly reaching in.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe let go of his hand, letting the thing outside the door push the door open with its head, and he took advantage of the situation to sneak back.

It was another withered corpse with only the upper body, holding a brass oil lamp in its withered, thin hand. The cross-section of the torso was rotten and ulcerated, bringing the foul smell of the corpse.

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Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe held his breath and stood on the back of the door, watching the old, rotten wooden large door in front of him without moving.

This was the door to 'over there'. The original door of the library had not been opened by Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe and was still in a closed state. In other words, as long as that corpse holding the oil lamp crawled far away, this door that only existed under the light would disappear.

But time passed minute by minute, and the door panel blocking Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was still in place, with no sign of disappearing. This indicated that the lamp and the corpse holding the lamp had been staying at the door without walking far.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood motionless in the triangular closed small space formed by the door and the wall corner, his heart already half cold.

Suddenly, a touch of orange candlelight shone on his face. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked up and saw a terrifying head like a skeleton lying on top of the door panel, looking at him without moving.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's pupils contracted slightly. The next moment, he died.

"Grass..."

The soft touch of the wool blanket wrapped around his body. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe lay on the bed and opened his eyes suddenly. In front of him were Xia Yubing's bare, white, and greasy thighs.

"What are you doing?"

(End of chapter)