The Card Apprentice

Jia looked at Beowen in surprise. She never thought that her brother would immediately raise a layer of water mist in this tone.

Berwon tried his best to slow down his tone: "Jia Jia, go, be good." After speaking, the tone suddenly accelerated, and said quickly: "The bookcase in the innermost part of the Library, the bottom row is the first taupe on the left. Notebook, go! "

Hearing the anxiety in his brother's words, Ning Jia bit her lip tightly, holding back her tears so that it would not fall, and in response, she hurriedly hurried to the outside of the bedroom. She understood the importance of the matter, so it was not a very important matter, and her brother would definitely not be so reluctant to do so. From an early age, my brother never forced himself.

"Jia Jia, it's so late, why don't you sleep?" Ning Jia's mother heard the sound of the door opening, and suddenly woke up from her sleep and shouted.

"Brother asked me to help him find something." Ning Jia ran out of the room without looking back. A mother's complaint came from behind her: "Berven is really so, it's so late, and Jiajia is also asked to find something. When he comes back, he must say something.

There is a long corridor leading to the Book House, and the quiet corridor is empty at this time. This is one of the most protected places in the east bank of the Ning family. Tight on the outside and loose on the inside, but no one can be seen inside. A rush of footsteps sounded, and Ning Jia was carrying her nightdress, running without regard for manners.

Xiu's eyebrows were frowned, her face full of anxiety. The grievances just now have disappeared, she is only worried about her brother now. She knew exactly what kind of person his brother was, and in her mind, the landslides did not change. Brother is the best. She has never seen her brother be so disoriented. What is it that makes her so anxious? For no reason, she was worried in her heart. Is there something wrong with her brother? She even wanted to rush to her brother right away, although she also knew that her strength was very weak.

Pushing open the heavy doors of the library, the dark library was deep and silent, terrifyingly quiet, and a scent of moisture rushed towards it. Ningjia has not been here for a while. She used to play with her brother in her childhood. At this moment she was alone. The book room was dark and there was no sound. She was suddenly afraid in her heart.

Her body trembled a little, but she dared up her courage, groped in the library, and finally turned on the light. Light drives away darkness. The snow-white light illuminated the bookcase.

A little under her heart, she immediately passed through the bookcase without hesitation and came to the innermost bookcase.

right here!

The bottom row, the first taupe notebook, is it! She stooped to pick up the notebook.

She quickly activated the communication card, and a light curtain popped up in front of him. As soon as Bo Wen's face appeared, he heard him anxiously asking, "Jia Jia. Did you find it?"

"I found it! Isn't this the one?" Ning Jia quickly held up the taupe notebook. She was a little puzzled. What did her brother call himself to find such an old and broken notebook so late?

Leuven's eyes flashed. Urging: "Jia Jia turned to the last few pages, looking for a record of 'Cross Night'."

"Well." Ning Jia responded and began to flip the old notebook on her hands. Soon, she heard her cheering, "Find it! Brother, is it Cross Night?"

"Yeah." Bo Wen's tone and expression suddenly became dignified. "Jia Jia read it again. Don't miss it."

"Um." Ning Jia nodded, paused a moment, and began to say, "He is like a ghost in the dark. There is no sound. When I saw him, I even felt like he was walking in the idle court. I saw with my own eyes that he was walking five meters from Ning Hong, but Ning Hong didn't feel anything. I was frightened, I wanted to shout, but at that moment, he leaned his face over and he saw me! "

Ning Jia's voice also seemed to be affected, with a hint of nervousness and fear.

"He didn't wear a mask, his face was a little pale, and I still remember his appearance. The most terrible thing is his eyes, oh my god! What kind of eyes are those! There is no vitality, no trace of humanity can be seen Taste, I'm terrified! His pupils have a thick layer of black, just like the devil coming out of the dim, only the devil's eyes will have black mist-if I believe in God, I think, this must be Nether air from hell. "

Hearing this sentence, Bewen's pupils suddenly contracted like needles, and a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, like the edge of a knife.

"Hum!" He snorted heavily, his face pale and murmured: "Sure enough ..."

"Brother, what is this?" Ning Jia finally trembled with a few tremolos.

Leuven said lightly, "Jia Jia, continue reading."

"I suddenly fell into the ice cellar, it was so cold, my body was frozen and indifferent. I wanted to shout, but no matter how hard I tried, my body seemed to lose control, and no sound could be heard. Every The next time I think about it, my heart is always full of guilt and self-blame. If ... if I was brave then, probably Abba would not die! I sometimes wonder if that person might not be human. He His movements are extremely precise, his expression is not fluctuated from beginning to end, his eyes are empty and lifeless. He left a cross-shaped scar behind Abba, and I later learned that this cross wound runs through Abba's heart ... "

Thinking of this, Ning Jia couldn't read any more, she covered her mouth in horror.

Cross scars are familiar to almost every Ning family's descendants.

Known as the most powerful and talented owner in the history of the Ning family, Ning Xuan died under a fatal cross wound. At that time, the Ning family was in a period of prosperity, and they had just established their position in the eastbound district. But it was this mysterious and deadly cross scar that claimed the life of Ningxuan Land in its prime. The following five years were the most turbulent and dangerous period for the Ning family. Branches of the Ning family, such as Amei Ning, were separated at that time. If it was not Ning Yi, the son of Ning Xuan, the Ning family would probably have disappeared into history.

As he got older, Ning Yi began to gradually show his talents. It was his constant efforts that saved the Ning family in the storm.

In the minds of the descendants of each generation of the Ning family, Ning Yi existed as a god. It is their idol and hero. Each generation of homeowners, when passing the position of homeowner to the next generation of homeowners, will encourage him to be as outstanding as Ningyi homeowner.

The Ning Xuan owner had only one offspring, and that was the Ning Yi later.

"This, this is the note of the owner of Ning Yi?" Ning Jia was shocked.

Incoherently asked.

"Yes." Bowen's voice was low, mixed with a trace of sadness: "At the time of the incident, the owner of Ning Yi was only nine years old. It was written by him at the end of his life. I had no intention of finding this notebook when I looked through the notes of the previous generation of homeowners. "Beauwen's tone suddenly became cold:" Ning Yi's family owner has been checking the whereabouts of Cross Night, and every generation of homeowners will do their best. Look for the descendants of Cross Night genre. If I remember correctly, sister go Bookcase 13, which is full of information about Cross Night. "

"Oh, I'm really lucky to say it." Bo Wen said lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. Suddenly he looked up and smiled at Ning Jia, showing concern: "Sister go to sleep, quarrel with you so late, brother will compensate you when he comes back."

"Brother must be careful!" Ning Jia's eyes clearly expressed a little anxiety. My brother called himself so late. Just to read this again, did he find the clue of his cross night: When she saw her brother's firm look, she persuaded him to come back to her.

"Jia Jia, rest assured."

Looking at the light curtain disappearing, Ning Jia was completely lost. Suddenly, she suddenly remembered something and ran to the 13th bookcase carrying her pajamas.

A cursory glance. There are no books on this bookcase, all of them are notebooks of various colors. Ning Jia pulled out the first book and opened it for a look. It really is called the story about the cross night ground.

She sat on the floor against the bookcase and read the note carefully.

Cross Night is a Kashu school, this is an unknown school in Kashu school era. They were Kasho who walked in the dark, and every generation of homeowners did their best to investigate it, but Cross Night remained mysterious. Hidden in the darkness.

All notes invariably refer to the two skills of Cross Night, Cross and Breathing. But they only know the name, so the detailed information is gone.

Literally. The cross should be the cross-shaped penetrating scar on Ning Xuan's homeowner, but no one knows what it looks like. And this method of raising interest rates, presumably, should be a way to hide and sneak. Like the cross, no one knows what it looks like. But unlike the cross, the method of accumulating interest rates has a very detailed record. It is said that those who practice the interest rate method need to spend a long time in absolutely dark places, even those who are talented and intelligent, also need more than five years. Many subsequent generations of homeowners made many speculations about this message. Most people agree that the word "night" in Cross Night should represent the method of raising interest rate, or the darkness needed to practice the method of raising interest rate.

It is difficult to imagine that with such amazing wealth, huge manpower, and abundant channels, the Ning family only got so little and poor information. This has to say how secretive this genre is.

The last notebook was 80 years ago. It is recorded above that when the generation of homeowners took charge of the Ning family, they did not get any information related to Cross Night. At the end of the note, the homeowner gave his speculation that he believed that the cross-night genre should be annihilated in the long river of history. With the advent of the college era, countless once brilliant genres have been wiped out, and the dissolution of Cross Night is also a normal thing.

Did Cross Night actually not dissipate, and it still exists? She couldn't help worrying about her brother, Levin again.

Chen Mu glanced at this room, he had been preparing for this day for a long time. At this time of the night, it was the time when the protection ability was the weakest, and darkness could help him.

There are many cards in his card bag. For safety's sake, he specially made a "big loach", in case the airflow card breaks on the road, the fun will be great. In addition, he also bought several four-star energy cards and a high-speed airflow card. "Large loach" does not have much advantage in terms of speed. Its strengths are changing direction. There are also lighting cards and hot cards that may be commonly used in the field. These cards cost Chen Mu a lot of contribution points, but his contribution points are not spent, and they are all wasted. In addition, he also redeemed a large number of money cards with contribution points. No matter where he went, it would not work without money, and the "weak water" pen was carried personally.

For the remaining contributions, he bought a very high-end meter, a combat meter with six card slots, that is, in addition to the energy card, he can insert five cards at the same time for backup. Not only that, it is extremely rich in functions, such as directing directions, map functions, and so on.

This meter alone cost him five thousand contributions, which is also the most advanced meter available at the base.

The stretch-straw shoes, the coleus, the grimace flower, and the belt that contained three highly toxic smoke bombs he had never used before were all equipped. He kept these things with him, and the things the devil girl gave him were very useful.

It's time to go.

The base at night is not empty. For many card makers and researchers who study card machines, they are used to working late at night and resting during the day. This is the opposite of Ka Xiu, who rarely goes out in the middle of the night. At this time in the base, you can often see three or two groups of card makers gathered together to discuss something, or hurriedly look at the consignment or walk towards the material supermarket of choice.

Chen Mu walked around the base calmly, no one noticed him.

One of the five floors of the building is the exit floor, and there are many exits on this floor. However, these exits are closed. If you need to go out, you need to have access rights. If you happen to have permission, swipe your house card and the exit will open automatically. A large number of detection cards are distributed at each exit. They do not miss every corner to make sure that the person going out and the room card are matched.

Chen Mu's room card does not have access.

He came to the fifteenth floor and hid in a dark corner. From here, it is possible to observe exactly every exit of this floor. Exits outside the ground floor are only used by card repairs, because only they can fly with airflow cards.

This time period, there are very few card repairs, but Chen Mu has observed in secret. On average, for each exit floor, one hour from now, generally speaking, there will be an average of six or seven card repairs. He played These people's ideas. All he has to do now is wait, wait patiently.

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