Asian Girl Completion Manual.

Chapter 521 Outside the Main Text · Baimon's Library
"Buzz!"

I don't know how deep and dark the depths of darkness are. With a strange fluctuation flashing by, a square book suddenly appeared from mid-air, and fell towards the darkness in front of me as if passing through.

"Ouch!"

The book, which was constantly tumbling in mid-air, turned over in mid-air with difficulty, and tried its best to control its falling downwards.Although, his "face" with only one eye on the book cover looked nervously and vigilantly at the dark surroundings, as if he was confirming the surrounding environment.

After feeling the extremely hot atmosphere here and the strong terrifying atmosphere, even though he was a book, he still unavoidably retreated a short distance in fear,

"Great book Sir Emhart really did it! I succeeded, I really came here through the [door] I discovered earlier! The legendary [Demon Dynasty] where demons live. I have smelled many temptations It smells like a person, where is it?"

Yes, at this moment, the book that enters this abyss is Sir Emhart the Book.

Before that, he had traveled above the ground for a long, long time.He only remembers that he is the creation of a great saint, and he also knows the concept of sanctuary, but for some reason, when he wants to recall specific pictures and other memories, his mind will become blurred, like It's like being roughly ripped off.

Emhardt, who lost his memory, wandered and searched for a long time in the world, hoping to find any clues about the past of the sanctuary and the saints, but unfortunately, his harvest was not rich.

But before, he found a portal left by the demon servants in an extremely secret ruins in the Southern Continent. Although it was a broken one, it was not difficult for the most intelligent and intelligent holy thing in the world. Mhat.

Legend has it that demons are ancient existences as famous as the saints. If you find the demon dynasty where the demons live, there must be records about the sanctuary there.

After a lot of effort, Emhart finally repaired the portal, and now he is teleported here.

Emhart stayed behind the protrusions of the rock wall, using those natural protrusions as his cover, and he fell layer by layer, meter by meter, into the dark, hot abyss below.

"Don't be afraid, great book sir, the demons are all sealed by the mother god. They can't do anything, yes, that's right, it's like this, as long as you follow the smell of knowledge to find what I'm looking for, it doesn't matter."

He kept puffing himself up in his heart, and as he landed, the scene below the end of the deep cave finally hit his eyes.

I saw that passing through the bottom of this vertical cave is an extremely wide space. I don’t know how big it is, but it is like a boundless ocean paved with magma. A very strange building.The building has no symmetrical beauty, just like a twisted and chaotic vortex, which makes people feel uneasy.

And most importantly, Emhardt vaguely saw the restricted fire pillars hidden under the magma, and there were shadows sleeping in the center of the fire pillars, which made him feel very terrifying just by the breath.

Is that... the bodies of the demons?
It was only at this moment that Emhardt realized that the ocean of magma seemed to be some kind of terrible confinement. Looking carefully, the vortex of magma was constantly twisting, unconsciously forming the powers that would never die. Symbol for: "∞"

"Ha sure enough, these demons are all sealed away."

The space below was dead silent, as if there was no life at all. It seemed that just as he had learned before, all the demons were sent away now, and no one cared about him at all!

After careful observation for a long time, Emhardt finally jumped down from the cave above confidently and generously.

Now, he is going to find where the scent of those delicious knowledge is.

Emhart floated on the lava, struggling to find his target amidst the sulfur and some burnt stench, but for the world's greatest book lord, none of this was a problem.

Ha, there it is!

He quickly found a corresponding clue in a building on magma.

Completely different from other chaotic buildings, the building is perfect even for Emhardt's extremely picky aesthetic point of view. The building is divided into upper and lower floors, composed of two layers of inner and outer shapes that are constantly rotating, like A conceptual eye is as beautiful as the whirlpool in the ocean.

That building stands quietly on top of the magma, like the center of the demon dynasty, but there is no sound at all. Presumably its owner is also locked under the magma like her compatriots.
Emhart quickly came to the front of the building, but saw that the gate of the building reflected Emhart floating in mid-air like a huge mirror.The door was closed tightly, and Emhart, who was so small in front of it, couldn't help but wonder how he was going to open it.

But at this moment, a few lines of text flashed on the mirror of the gate,

"I am what I am, and I am thinking of thinking."

"I am the unheard song, I am the unperceived eye."

"Excuse me, what am I?"

Emhart tilted his head to look at the text in front of him, smiled contemptuously, and murmured,
"Ha, it turned out to be a riddle. It seems that these demons with horns and tails also have brains."

Emhart thought for a few seconds, then tentatively said,

"soul."

"Kakkaka!"

As Emhart's answer came out, the mirror-like door opened a very thin gap in the middle, and then automatically opened to the inside, revealing a bright space with a faint fragrance inside.

"Haha, the great Sir Book is indeed the smartest existence in this world."

His square book face turned up unconsciously, with a proud and conceited look.

In just an instant, he was attracted by the deadly allure of every random book in it, and he couldn't wait to enter it, not even knowing that the mirror-like door was slowly closing behind him.

And behind him, with the closing of the door, the riddle-like text on the outside reflected inwards little by little, and finally turned into an extremely short name.

"Baimon"

There is a lot of space inside, but there is no such structure as a bookshelf, let alone any books.

It's more like a studio than a library.

In the bright space, on the walls, on the erected drawing boards, and in the square picture frames, there are only pictures covered by rich oil paint.

The pictures presented by those pictures seem to be seen from different perspectives, because there are many pictures that Emhart feels dizzy just by seeing them.

He saw a vortex that seemed to be composed of countless golden tentacles hovering in the depths of the infinite galaxy.Obviously that existence should be so conspicuous, already occupying [-]% to [-]% of the whole picture, but even from the perspective of the painter, the existence hidden among the stars is so difficult to detect.

But Emhart could still see it, the ever-collapsing tentacles seemed to be in the perspective of the painter.
run away?

When he saw that thing, Emhart's eyes seemed to burn and wanted to quickly divert his attention. It was at this moment that he saw a line of titles written in the script of the holy descendants at the bottom of the frame. It says,

"coward"

Emhart did not understand the connotation of the words on the screen at all, but this did not prevent him from crying with excitement, because after so long, he finally saw the authentic script of the holy descendants.

In other words, the owner of the painting in front of him is very likely to be the great saint whom he has been looking for for a long time!
This group of damned demons actually have clues to the Holy Seeds, that's great!
He couldn't wait to move forward and read more and more paintings in this huge space, but to be honest, he couldn't understand most of them, even many paintings made him feel like vomiting unconsciously, and he could only understand the words of the holy descendants below .

Emhart didn't dare to look at those pictures, because he had already started to feel that the pages of his book were moving, so he closed his eyes, walked forward, and finally skipped the pictures. Came to the central position of the first floor.

Here, instead of seeing more clues about the sanctuary, he saw other weirder pictures.

He saw a small room with only a few stacks and a half. The walls of the room and the TV were all covered with papers filled with strange black characters, and a human girl just knelt on the ground in a daze. don't know why, that girl has no head
He saw a city covered in steel forests and neon lights. Under the neon lights, countless people with mechanical bodies were shouting, and in the sky, a man who tied himself to a rocket-like body Like a virus spreading out of the machine
He saw the ruins of a city that had been plowed by gunfire. A blond woman with disheveled hair was shedding blood and tears, her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and she was tightly holding the body of a girl who had already been stiff in her arms.
He saw a drunk, kneeling, growling man in front of two tombstones that read "Caleb Uzi's Favorite Wife" and "Caleb Uzi's Favorite Daughter" respectively. ".
Ok?
Wait, why can I suddenly see the words clearly?

Emhardt thought of this in a daze, but his eyes looked back unconsciously. Behind him, there were several such paintings, but before he had time to finish them, a gentle female voice stopped behind him. he,
"Emhart?"

Emhart turned his head in a daze, and saw at the end of the colorful space covered by countless paints behind him, a holy and gentle woman in a white robe was standing in the shadow, which just covered her Upper body above the chest.

But even though he didn't even see the whole picture clearly, Emhart always wanted to shed tears when he looked at the figure. He murmured unconsciously,
"Mother."

The woman seemed surprised too, so she quickly stretched out her hand to him,
"Emhart, come here, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

"mom!"

Emhart could no longer control himself and flew over to her warm embrace. At this moment, Emhart seemed to finally feel peaceful. Even if he had searched for so long in the world, as long as he could find her He felt it was worth it to create his own sage.

"Why. Why did you stay in the devil's abyss. What happened in the sanctuary before? Why are you all gone, and you left me alone in this world and tell me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Emhart. Mom can't help it either."

That gentle arm gently touched the cover of Emhart's book, and opened his mouth like a lullaby,

"because."

"Because my mother died a long time ago"

Emhart, who closed his eyes, heard the voice that sounded like a raving, like a whisper, and instantly felt an extreme chill all over the body of the book. He opened his eyes and looked up, only to see a female figure in a white robe in front of him. There is no head, and behind her, countless arms with eyes are constantly stretching out from the darkness, grabbing the limbs of the woman who is hugging Emhart's body
"Ahhhh!"

Emhart was frightened out of his wits, and quickly got up and backed out, but he seemed to have lost all strength and fell to the ground.

"Emhart!! Where are you going?!!"

"Help me! Help mom!"

The dismantled body grabbed by countless arms kept screaming and rushed towards Emhardt. Emhardt was frightened and flew back wildly, but it seemed that it was too late.

All around, the space that was smeared with paint seemed to come alive.

He seems to have seen countless other bright worlds, and saw the intelligent life living in those worlds, many of which are similar to the humans here, and many of them are like huge bugs, like a sticky rubber.

He seems to have seen strangely shaped ships traveling in space; he seems to have seen countless dots of creatures living and building their homes on the surface of a white "sun".

Those ones
What the hell are those?
At this moment, he seemed to see countless civilizations, and saw those creatures with different shapes, cultures, and thoughts create their own architecture, art, and philosophy.

He saw how those countless creatures multiplied, saw how those creatures fought with each other, and saw how those creatures communicated.
Inside Emhart's running body, black mud-like substances kept gushing out, together with his eyes and mouth, they all flowed out in the "monster mother" who was chasing after him.

It was not because the knowledge he saw polluted him, but because this was the place where certain beings lived, and it was his own breath that polluted Emhart.

But there is no doubt that he understood more.

Although he didn't want to think about these things at all, the messy thoughts in his mind surged out on their own.

He couldn't help thinking, why the world in those moving pictures looks so different from ours here, could it be that these are all fabricated by the painters?
Why, there has never been a concept called "soul" in the world they were born in?

Or
It exists, but they never noticed it?
But why, the souls in the spirit world of our world have entities and are gathered together
As Emhart who has searched so much knowledge, he has a deep understanding of many things, but for some reason, he has dabbled in the spirit world, but he can't find any news about the sanctuary.

"Emhart!!"

The sounds of countless broken limbs came one after another, but Emhardt could no longer fly, and he fell to the ground as if he was powerless, thinking desperately and unwillingly,

"It's over, I can't find you, Lord Holy Seed."

But right in front of his eyes, a pair of white and tender toes that came out of the shadows gradually took shape.

It turned out that it was a figure in a white robe who came down from the second floor.

"Okay, camel, don't chase him, he was [scared] by my breath."

"woooo~"

camel?

Just when Emhart was thinking so blankly, a pair of white and tender bare hands suddenly reached out, and gently held him in them. Afterwards, she hooked her fingers casually,

"Tear!!"

"Ahhh!"

Following Emhart's painful scream, two pieces of paper covered with some kind of black substance were torn apart and flew out of his body.

This seemed to have caused great pain to Emhart, making him unable to open his eyes for an instant.

But in his gradually blurred vision, he could still see the surrounding scene clearly.

All the wriggling and revived images around him were quiet, never moving at all; at this moment, a huge camel face approached him again, humming a song and looking at him curiously.
It's really a camel
He was thinking like this in a daze, and the next moment, the face of a beautiful woman with short golden curly hair came into Emhart's sight.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the existence in front of him was an angel or a demon, so he could only remember the crooked crown on her head as a reference.

"Hello, little guy, we meet again."

"also"

"Ah, I forgot. This is the second time I have torn out the pages of the book, so I forgot some things. But it doesn't matter, you will remember it later. Let me introduce myself first, my name is [Baimon]."

"bye"

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, after that, you will be very impressed with me."

"."

Emhart didn't have time to chew on the hidden meaning in her words, but looking at her smiling blue-gold dilated pupils, he just felt creepy.

So, he closed his eyes very disappointingly and passed out.

"woooo~"

The camel next to him raised his head in confusion, and grunted at the woman in front of him.

But Baimon only shook his head to show that it was okay, and then, she pinched the fainted Emhart with her left hand, turned her head and walked to the second floor.

Until then, a paintbrush held in the right hand of the woman named "Baimon" was revealed from the shadows.

She appears to be painting.

As her figure walked into the second floor, it turned out that there were more completed paintings here.

There is a shadow hidden in the depths of the seabed. When you cast your eyes, it seems that countless faces with different shapes and expressions can be vaguely seen in the shadow; there is a shadow hidden in a crack, which seems to be composed of countless bubbles. There is a strange existence; there is a huge existence hidden between the darkness of the universe and the bright stars. If you look carefully, the star seems to have just been born.
There are still a few left, but they are all in narrow frames, obscured by the picture in front of them.

The blond woman walked forward humming, and soon passed a bigger picture.

In the center of the picture is a human female with disheveled hair. The female is dressed in rags, she just put her hand on her side cheek, yawning and staring at the passing sub-race female in the distance.But for some reason, this human female was so strange, but no one noticed her.

Below, the holy descendant text used as the title is a little crooked, which seems to indicate the rare excitement of the painter,
"Damn Fish That Slipped Through"

Baimon, who was holding Emhart and the paintbrush, stopped quickly. In front of her was a huge canvas that had never been seen before. The picture in the center of the canvas was exquisite, and it could be seen that the brushwork was delicate.

In the picture, there is a sleeping face of a black-haired man with his upper body bare. His face is handsome, and there is a kind of kindness on his face that he may not even realize. It is as peaceful as being immersed in a lullaby .

In other pictures, there has never been any content or information related to the painter, just like everything seen in the eyes of an extremely anonymous viewer.

The painter or the audience or the singer has unprecedented cold brushwork or voice to record everything they see, like a vast ocean that carries all the stories.

But only, in the painting in front of me, there is a clue.

In the hand of the naked black-haired man, the white palm of the screen recorder is still tightly held. Looking carefully, it looks like a singing voice protruding from outside the screen to tightly grasp the sleeping person.

But I don't know if the gravity in the picture is too heavy, or it's just like a mirror, even if Bai Meng tore the canvas to pieces, he couldn't be brought out.

But Bai Meng just stared at the sleeping man in the picture, and suddenly the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

Immediately afterwards, she gently sat in front of the huge canvas, stretched out her hand, pressed it on the canvas, and turned it around.

At the moment when the canvas was rotated, the paint seeping from the front seemed to be invisible lines, pulling the originally invisible color blocks together.
Baimon looked at the connected lines, and after hesitating for a moment, he turned the canvas around again, bringing the man's sleeping face back into his sight.

Her white fingers slid little by little over the opponent's body on the canvas, but they couldn't penetrate the back of the paper anyway, as if someone was silently competing against her.
But there was no extra expression on Baimeng's face. After a long time, she still raised the paintbrush in her hand with a smile, and wrote on the bottom of the canvas.
"Fisher"

"He who rejects the ocean does not know that the ocean has come."

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