Not only did Hao Ren see the figure, but Lily, who had always considered herself a keen six-sense man, also caught the shadow that flashed between the bookshelves immediately, and the husky girl immediately jumped up: "There is someone in front!"
A group of people immediately chased forward. They walked back and forth between rows of bookshelves that looked like maze walls, closely chasing the faint faint breath in front of them. After chasing several giant bookshelves in succession, Hao Ren finally Seeing the back of the target, he saw that it was a petite woman, about the same height as Lily from the back, and she moved extremely quickly. Just when everyone was about to catch up with this woman, she suddenly rushed straight towards a row of bookshelves full of scrolls, and finally disappeared under everyone's noses.
"Disappeared?!" Hao Ren ran for several steps before stopping the car after seeing the other party disappear. He came to the bookshelf, but found that it was just an ordinary shelf with no hidden secrets. Or to hide the device, the data terminal also shook itself after detecting the surrounding space readings: "There is no sign of space transmission, it was probably a phantom just now."
"First there were demon hunters who looked like walking corpses, and now finally even ghosts have appeared..." Y'zaks said gruffly, "It won't be that all the demon hunters in this tower have become half-dead Alright..."
"Do you still remember that Claude from before?" Lily suddenly remembered something, "Could it be that he escaped from the tower and was caught by you at the front line?"
"... But he doesn't look like a deserter." Y'zaks rubbed his chin and shook his head lightly, but just as he finished speaking, a sudden sound of footsteps from not far away interrupted him everyone.
A tall figure appeared not far away as if appearing out of thin air, and slowly walked towards the crowd, holding a heavy book in his hand, he seemed to be completely immersed in reading ancient classics, Bai Huo was reading Immediately after seeing this figure, he exclaimed: "Mentor?!"
The one who walked slowly was none other than Hasu, who was brought into the clock tower of the spiritual world before, whose life and death were uncertain!
However, Hasselblad's state is exactly the same as that of Andahel he met before, with empty eyes and mechanical behavior. Like a puppet without a soul, rigidly repeating his past activities in this tower, he paced around the bookshelf with a large book in his hand. After Hao Ren and his party came to the front, they looked up blankly, and nodded slightly to Bai Huo: "Are you here to study Potions?"
"Mentor...how did you become like this?" Even though he knew that the other party might not be able to answer his question, Bai Huo stepped forward and grabbed Hasu's hand, asking anxiously, "Are you okay?"
Hasselblad just looked at Bai Huo expressionlessly, and after a long time of dullness, he nodded lightly: "I'm fine."
"Where are the others?" Hao Ren also stepped forward and tentatively asked some questions, because it was based on Andahel's situation. Even in this state of "leaving the soul", Hasselblad should be able to provide a little bit of information, "Where are the saints?"
"Everyone is where they should be, the saints are speaking to everyone," Hasselblad said slowly, and nodded to Vivienne, "Your Excellency the Countess."
"The soul is also separated, consciousness is imprisoned in the depths of the spiritual realm, and the whole person is isolated in another past time and space." The data terminal checks Hasselblad's status, "Well...his 'symptoms' seem to be more Others are slightly lighter?!"
"Slight symptoms?" A glimmer of hope flashed in Bai Huo's eyes, "Can you wake him up?"
At this time, Hao Ren also saw that Hasselblad's condition was indeed better than Andahel's—because his eyes kept sweeping back and forth on Vivienne and the others. From time to time, he would show a little puzzled look, as if subconsciously he still knew that this was the bell tower of the spirit world. And know that these people in front of you should not come to this place. This kind of active thinking activity has never appeared in Andahel and the dozens of previous demon hunters.
A part of Hasselblad's mind was still active, and his subconscious might be trying to show it.
The data terminal flew around Hasselblad's head and muttered: "Perhaps because the real 'location' of this library is really outside the clock tower of the spirit world, he will be less affected than others. This machine is trying to give him some stimulation, and it probably won't completely wake him up, but you can take this time to ask him some questions."
As the terminal spoke, a series of blue patterns suddenly lit up on the shell, and then several bright electric arcs hit Hasselblad's forehead. The latter was shocked, and his eyes immediately regained some clarity.
"Teacher, how are you, mentor?" Bai Huo grabbed Hasu's shoulder and shook vigorously, "Can you hear me?"
Hasselblad's eyes alternated between lucid and chaotic. He seemed to be trying to escape some kind of mental prison, but he still couldn't respond vividly and clearly enough. Y'zaks is proficient in the way of the soul. After realizing Hasselblad's soul state, he immediately stepped forward and pressed the other's shoulder: "Don't force yourself to speak, just nod or shake your head—can you hear us?"
Hasselblad nodded slowly.
"Know where the saint is? The 'real' place."
Hasselblad continued to nod.
"Take us to them."
Hasselblad hesitated for a moment this time, but finally nodded, then turned and walked in a certain direction.
Everyone followed the elder demon hunter and continued to march deeper into the clock tower of the spirit world. Tutan left a mark for the follow-up troops to identify along the way—although it seems that the guarding force of the clock tower of the spirit world has already disappeared. It was disintegrated due to the weird "ghost" state here, but a follow-up large force is still needed to conduct a thorough investigation of this tower.
Under the leadership of Hasselblad, everyone finally found the missing demon hunters—including the elders captured by the Presbyterian Order, as well as the original guards in the clock tower of the spirit world.
The situation in the depths of the clock tower is even more weird and creepy.
They passed through gloomy and cold halls, dusty study rooms, and deep corridors that echoed with strange howling sounds. The candlelight swayed on the wall, but the candle showed no signs of burning and wasting. The fireplace flames beeped in the corner of the room, but these flames had no warmth. Unexplained cold wind blows through the entire building from time to time, bringing distant and indistinct human voices, and most of these voices can only be heard by Lily.
It's like a haunted house here.
And ghost-like demon hunters are moving like walking dead in such an environment, like ghosts imprisoned in the cracks of time, mechanically repeating their previous lives. In the library, several religious leaders were completely intoxicated by the ancient classics. In an armory, they saw the empty-eyed master demon hunter mechanically polishing his weapons. In the corridor, they encountered wandering tower guards more than once—the guards were still patrolling and handing over strictly according to the schedule, but they turned a blind eye to everything passing by.
Eventually they came to what looked like a banquet hall.
This banquet hall is gloomy and dark, and the fading is worse than other places. The entire hall has almost turned into black and white, and a cold atmosphere is entrenched in the air, making it almost difficult to breathe.
Ethereal and intermittent music reverberated in the banquet hall. These intermittent sounds seemed to leak from a broken space-time. Ball—an endless banquet that repeats itself in a closed space-time line.
After Hasselblad brought everyone here, he didn't speak any more. Now the data terminal is checking his status, while Hao Ren is looking around vigilantly. He saw some very thin light and shadows appearing from time to time in the dim environment around him. These light and shadows disappeared in a flash. If you look closely, you will find some figures, just like the afterimages left by the people who held dances here in the past. .
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a vaguely familiar short figure running out from the corner of the banquet hall. This short figure was the one that had suddenly appeared and then disappeared in the library before. The figure ran across the hall, flickered a few times, and finally disappeared beside Lily—to the surprise of the husky girl.
Just when everyone was getting tense by the creepy atmosphere here, little Elizabeth suddenly pointed to the end of the hall: "There is someone there!"
Hao Ren looked in the direction of the little girl's finger, and sure enough, he saw a faint figure in the darkness. It was a thin figure in a black robe, which almost completely blended into the darkness of the background, and there was no breath coming out. If it wasn't for the little girl's sharp eyes, Hao Ren probably wouldn't have noticed the person sitting there.
Lily leaned forward nervously, and she realized that the person in front of her might be the so-called saint—because the person really had a strange mask on his face.
Yet there was no anger in him.
Lily carefully poked the person in front of her with her paw: "It seems...it's been dead for a long time." (To be continued~^~)