Chapter 15 The Book of Death

They walked up the spiral wooden staircase to the second floor, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. As their footsteps got closer, a magnificent scene unfolded before Bai Ye's eyes.

Countless bookshelves nearly ten meters tall stood on the second floor, standing there like giants. Each bookshelf was filled with books of all sizes. The thick smell of ink filled the air. Bai Ye's eyes widened. , he couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

The hall they were in seemed to be a maze, with intricate corridors intertwined and confusing. The light was dim, with only a faint light coming from nowhere flickering between the bookshelves, casting strange shadows.

These bookshelves are arranged in an orderly manner and seem to have no end. The covers of books present a variety of colors and patterns, representing different fields of knowledge and valuable wisdom. Bai Ye stared at them, as if he could feel the power and stories contained in them.

He cautiously approached one of them and stroked the books on the shelf with his hands, feeling the rough texture.

At this moment, Wang suddenly coughed twice, interrupting Bai Ye's meditation.

"In the white night, these books contain so much knowledge that they have generated substantial energy, which will make visitors eager to find out at all costs, and eventually they will even die of thirst in front of the bookshelf. You must be careful not to be attracted by them , otherwise you will end up lost here.”

"I sensed danger in the sanctuary, so I used astral projection to come back to save you. Okay, King, let's work together. Wait, where is the Druid? And why is Wanda here? Who are you? You guys Why are they on the second floor?”

Their eyes are constantly scanning the bookshelves, looking for clues that the Book of the Dead may be hidden.

Finally, he couldn't suppress his inner shock and shouted loudly: "It's gone! The Book of Death is gone!"

After a long time, he slowly said: "The Book of Death. Do we have this thing? King?"

Their eyes also turned to the bookshelf that Wang pointed to. Although the books almost filled the first floor of the bookshelf, they could still barely find an abrupt gap in it.

When the king heard the sound, he shouted in surprise: "Stephen? Didn't you go to heaven to do something?"

Doctor Strange began to recite an ancient and mysterious spell with a low and majestic voice. As he recited, the surrounding aura gradually condensed, forming a golden shimmer that surrounded him to form a magic circle.

"Besides, you came too late, at least five minutes late."

Silence enveloped them, with only the faint sound of turning pages echoing softly in the air.

The king's cry echoed among the endless bookshelves, being stretched and slowed down, as if it was a ruthless mockery of their efforts.

Wang was silent for a moment, and then did not give a clear answer: "Come with me first, let's go find the Book of Death."

"Ahem. Really?" Doctor Strange muttered to himself, with a hint of confusion in his voice. "Perhaps I had some kind of distorted memory during my many out-of-body experiences and forgot about that incident."

Bai Ye stepped forward and explained to Doctor Strange: "Master Druid has been defeated by us. As for me, I am Bai Ye, and Wanda came here with me to find the Book of Death."

However, as time passed, Wang's face gradually became anxious. He kept shaking his head and frowning.

He had little faith in his desperate calling.

His fingers trembled slightly, and his consciousness went deep into the realm of divination. He saw flickering images, fragments of the past, present and future. He sensed every book on the bookshelf, their energy fluctuations and information flow.

Wang rolled his eyes.

Bai Ye shook his head silently, getting rid of the strong desire for knowledge in his mind.

Doctor Strange's soul frowned slightly, and his cloak trembled, as if he was thinking about Bai Ye's words.

Bai Ye pondered for a moment, but he actually knew very well that the Book of Death was not here, but in La Tovilia, Dr. Doom's fortress.

"Anyway, Bai Ye, right? If you want to find the Book of Death, then let me help you divine its location."

The voice of the soul echoed in the wind, carrying an otherworldly magic: "King! Hold on, I will help you defeat the Druid Master!"

His hands quickly flipped through the covers of each book, hoping to find the mysterious book.

Doctor Strange's voice was full of confusion and curiosity, and his eyes scanned the surrounding environment and characters. He noticed the absence of the Master Druid and the presence of Wanda and Byakuya, which confused him.

But suddenly, his body trembled violently, and the magic circle quickly dissipated.

Bai Ye and Wanda sometimes bent down, sometimes sideways around the corner of the protruding bookshelf. Their movements were flexible and agile, and their eyes were sometimes attracted by the fascinating books, but they knew that the current task was crucial and they could not Let yourself indulge in it.

After hearing Wang's explanation, Doctor Strange showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then tugged at his mustache in embarrassment.

It's just that his identity has not yet been completely confirmed, but the bright red cloak that the soul wore betrayed him. The cloak was like a dim light in the starry sky.

Although the figure under the cloak is transparent, it exudes an otherworldly aura.

Wang couldn't help feeling speechless when he heard Doctor Strange's question. He shook his head and replied with a wry smile: "Stephen, well, we put that book into storage four years ago, and I put it on this bookshelf seven months ago. You don't usually come to the library. Did you take a look?"

After completely calming down, he said: "I understand, King, take us to find the Book of Death. After we find it, you can leave the Holy of Holies with us and go to SHIELD's aerospace carrier, where it will be safer. "

I thought I had finally become fond of reading, but I felt a little disappointed.

The daily work of organizing the library is indeed done by his butler and servant Wang. He only needs to deal with various heroic things outside. Wang has to worry about most complicated things.

However, the purpose of his coming here is not to find the Book of Death. That thing itself cannot save the world. The main purpose is to see if he can bring the King with him, and then

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, sweeping a mysterious atmosphere. Immediately afterwards, an almost transparent soul form floating in mid-air appeared in front of the three people.

This unexpected news surprised both Bai Ye and Wanda.

An intricate maze formed between the bookshelves, and Wang was like a navigator who knew the road well, leading them forward.

"Besides don't worry about my hands, it's not important."

Bai Ye and Wanda followed Wang through the bookshelves. They carefully avoided the protruding bookshelves and scattered books. Each book exudes an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if it has its own vitality.

The soul laughed loudly and replied:

"Uh, there's still Wang your hand."

After walking dozens of steps, Wang stopped in front of a bookshelf. He began to carefully search through the books on the bookshelf, looking for traces of the Book of Death.

Bai Ye squinted and saw that the soul's hair was dotted with a few strands of silver-white threads, showing the traces of time, and he also had a long and neat mustache.

It turned out to be like this. No wonder he had a strange feeling as soon as he got to the second floor and wanted to read every book here.

Doctor Strange slowly opened his eyes, a look of caution on his face. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his inner turmoil.

"Someone used magic to interfere with my prediction." His voice was low and calm, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you."