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Ning Jia looked at Bowen in surprise. She had never thought that her brother would speak to her in such a tone, and a mist suddenly rose in her eyes.

Bowen tried his best to slow down his tone: "Jiajia, go quickly, be good." After finishing speaking, his tone suddenly accelerated, and he quickly said: "The bookcase at the farthest end of the library, the first gray-brown book on the left in the bottom row Notebook, go quickly!”

Hearing the anxiety in her brother's words, Ning Jia bit her lip tightly, holding back her tears to prevent them from falling. She hummed and ran out of the bedroom. She understood the seriousness of the matter. It was not a very important matter, and her brother would definitely not force herself like this. Ever since he was young, my brother has never forced himself.

"Jiajia, it's so late, why are you still not sleeping?" Ning Jia's mother woke up from her sleep when she heard the door opening and shouted.

"Brother asked me to help him find something." Ning Jia ran out of the room without looking back. Her mother's complaint came from behind her: "It's true that Bowen asked Jiajia to look for something so late. I must give him a slap when I get back."

There is a long corridor leading to the book pavilion. The silent corridor is empty at this time. This is one of the most closely protected places of the Ning family in the east. Tight on the outside and loose on the inside, but no one can be seen inside. There was a rush of footsteps, and Ning Jia was seen running with her nightgown in hand without any regard for manners.

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her face was full of anxiety. The grievance she felt just now has long since disappeared, and now she is only worried about her brother. She knew very well what kind of person her brother was. He never changed his face even when the mountain collapsed. In her mind, he was the best. She had never seen her brother so rude. What could make him so anxious? For no reason, she became worried. Could it be that her brother had encountered some trouble? She even wanted to rush to her brother immediately, although she also knew that her power was very weak.

Pushing open the heavy door of the library, the dark library is deep and deathly silent, eerily quiet, and a smell with a bit of moisture rushes towards you. Ning Jia hasn't been here for a while. She used to visit often. She even played here with her brother when she was a child. She was alone at this time. The bookstore was dark and there was no sound, and she suddenly became scared.

Her body trembled slightly, but she still mustered up the courage, groped in the bookcase, and finally turned on the light. The light drove away the darkness, and the snow-white light illuminated the bookstore.

Feeling at ease, she immediately walked through the bookcases without hesitation and came to the innermost bookcase.

right here!

On the bottom row, the first taupe notebook, that’s it! She bent down and picked up the notebook.

She quickly activated the communication card, and a light curtain popped up in front of her. As soon as Bowen's face appeared, she heard him asking anxiously: "Jiajia, have you found it?"

"Found it! Is it this one?" Ning Jia quickly raised the gray-brown notebook in her hand. She was a little confused. Why did her brother ask her to find such an old and worn notebook so late?

Bowen's eyes suddenly lit up and he urged: "Jiajia turn to the last few pages and look for the record about 'Cross Night'."

"Yes." Ning Jia responded and began to flip through the old notebook in his hand. Soon, she heard her cheering: "Found it! Brother, is it Cross Night?"

"Yes." Bowen's tone and expression suddenly became solemn: "Jiajia, read it once, don't miss it."

"Yes." Ning Jia nodded, paused for a moment, and began to read: "He was like a ghost in the dark, making no sound. When I saw him, I even felt like he was strolling in the garden. I saw him walking five meters away from Ning Hong, but Ning Hong didn't feel anything. I was frightened and wanted to shout, but at that time, he turned his face and he saw me! "

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

"He was not wearing a mask, and his face was a little pale. I still remember his appearance. The most terrifying thing is his eyes. Oh my God! What kind of eyes are they! There is no trace of life, and no trace of human beings can be seen. The smell made me so scared! His pupils were filled with a thick layer of black, like a devil walking out of the netherworld. Only the devil's eyes would have black mist - if I believe in God, I think this must be The ghostly energy from hell.”

Upon hearing this, Bowen's pupils suddenly shrank like needles, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, like the sudden appearance of a knife blade.

"Humph!" He snorted heavily, his face turned pale, and he murmured: "Sure enough..."

"Brother, what on earth is this?" Ning Jia trembled, finally unable to hold back.

Bowen said calmly: "Jiajia, please continue reading."

"I felt like I suddenly fell into an ice cellar. It was so cold. My body seemed frozen and I couldn't control it. I wanted to shout, but no matter how hard I tried, my body seemed to have lost control and no sound could come out. Every time Every time I think about this incident, my heart is always filled with guilt and self-blame. If...if I had been braver, my father might not have died! Sometimes I suspect that that person might not be human. He His movements were extremely precise, his expression had no fluctuation from beginning to end, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. He left a cross-shaped scar on Abba’s back. Later I learned that this cross scar penetrated Abba’s heart..."

After reading this, Ning Jia couldn't read anymore, and she covered her mouth in horror.

The cross scar is familiar to almost every direct descendant of the Ning family.

Ning Xuan, the head of the Ning family, who was known as the most powerful and talented in the history, died from a fatal cross scar. At that time, the Ning family was in a prosperous period, and they had just established their position in the eastbound district. But it was this mysterious and fatal cross scar that took away the life of Ning Xuan, who was in his prime. The next five years were the most turbulent and dangerous period for the Ning family. Branches of the Ning family like Amei Ning came out at that time. If it weren't for Ning Xuan's son Ning Yi, the Ning family would probably have disappeared into history.

As Ning Yi grew older, he began to gradually show his talents. It was his continuous efforts that saved the Ning family from the precarious situation.

In the minds of every generation of direct descendants of the Ning family, Ning Yi is a god-like existence, their idol and hero. Every generation of family head, when passing on the position of family head to the next generation, will encourage him to be as outstanding as the head of Ning Yi.

The head of the Ning Xuan family had only one descendant, and that was the later head of the Ning Yi family.

"This, this is the note of Patriarch Ning Yi?" Ning Jia asked incoherently with a face full of panic.

"Yes." Bowen spoke in a low voice, mixed with a hint of sadness: "When the incident happened, the head of the Ning Yi family was only nine years old. This was written down by him before his death. I accidentally found this notebook when I was looking through the notes of the previous head of the family. Bowen's tone suddenly turned cold: "The head of the Ning Yi family has been searching for the whereabouts of Shi Shiye all his life. After that, every generation of family heads will do their best to look for the descendants of the Shi Shiye sect. If I remember correctly, sister, you go Bookcase No. 13, that cabinet is full of all kinds of information about Cross Night."

"Haha, speaking of which, I am really lucky." Bowen said lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and smiled at Ning Jia, and said with concern: "Sister, go to bed quickly. If I wake you up so late, I will make it up to you when my brother comes back."

"Brother, be careful!" Ning Jia's eyes clearly showed some worry. My brother woke him up so late just to read this to himself. Did he find a clue to his cross night? Or did he discover something? Even the head of the Ning Xuan family could be killed on the cross night, so her brother must be in danger, but as soon as she saw his firm eyes, her words to persuade him to come back became instructions.

"Jiajia, don't worry."

Watching the light curtain disappear in front of her eyes, Ning Jia felt lost. Suddenly, she remembered something and ran to bookcase No. 13 with her pajamas in hand.

After a cursory glance, there were no books on this bookcase, only notebooks of various colors. Ning Jia took out the first book and opened it. Sure enough, it was about Cross Night.

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

Cross Night is a Kaxiu school, which is a little-known school in the era of Kaxiu school. They are card repairmen who specialize in walking in the darkness. Every generation of family heads try their best to investigate it, but Cross Night still remains mysterious and hidden in the darkness.

All the notes mentioned the two skills of Cross Night, Cross and Breath Condensation. It's just that they only know their names, and there is no more detailed information.

Literally speaking, the cross should be the cross-shaped penetrating scar on the body of the Ning Xuan family, but no one knows what it looks like. As for this breathing method, it can be roughly speculated that it should be a method of hiding and sneaking. Like the cross, no one knows what it looks like. But unlike the cross, the method of collecting interest has a very detailed record. It is said that people who practice the breath concentration method need to stay in an absolutely dark place for a long time. Even those who are talented and intelligent need to stay in a place for more than five years. Many subsequent generations of family heads made many speculations about this information. Most people agree that the word "night" in Cross Night should represent the breath concentration method, or the darkness needed to practice the breath concentration method.

It is hard to imagine that with such astonishing wealth, huge manpower, and abundant channels, the Ning family could obtain such pitiful information. This has to be said how hidden this sect is.

The last notebook was already eighty years ago. It is recorded on it that when the head of the Ning family was in charge of that generation, he did not get any information related to Shi Shiye. At the end of the note, the head of the family gave his own speculation. He believed that the Cross Night School should be lost in the long river of history. With the advent of the academy era, countless once-splendid schools have been wiped out, and the dissipation of Cross Night is a completely normal thing.

Could it be that the Cross Night has not actually dissipated and still exists? She couldn't help but worry about her brother Bowen again.

Chen Mu glanced at this room. He had been preparing for this day for a long time. At this time of night, the protection ability is at its weakest, and darkness can help him.

There are many cards in his card bag. For safety reasons, he specially made a "big loach" to prevent the airflow from getting stuck on the road, which would be great fun. In addition, he also purchased several four-star energy cards and a high-speed air flow card. "Big Loach" does not have much advantage in terms of speed. Its strength is changing direction. There are also common cards that may be used in the wild such as lighting cards and thermal cards. These cards cost Chen Mu a lot of contribution points, but if he didn't spend his contribution points, they would all be wasted. In addition, he also used his contribution points to exchange for a large number of money cards. No matter where he goes, it is impossible to have money. The "Weak Water" pen set is carried with him.

For the remaining contribution points, he bought a very high-end measuring instrument, a combat-style measuring instrument with six card slots. In other words, in addition to energy cards, he could insert five cards at the same time for backup. Not only that, it has extremely rich functions, such as direction guidance, map functions, etc.

This meter alone cost him 5,000 contribution points. It was also the highest level meter that the base could buy.

Elastic straw sandals, wall lilies, grimacing flowers, and a belt that he had never used once and which contained three poisonous smoke bombs were all equipped. He has always carried these things with him. The things the devil woman gave him are very useful.

Time's up, let's go.

The base is not deserted late at night. Many card makers and those who study card equipment are accustomed to working late at night and resting during the day. This is completely opposite to Ka Xiu. Ka Xiu rarely comes out in the middle of the night. At this time, in the base, you can often see groups of card makers gathering together to discuss something, or walking to the consignment office or towards the material selection supermarket in a hurry.

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

There is an exit floor on every fifth floor of the building. There are many exits on this floor. However, these exits are closed. If you need to go out, you need to have access permission. If you happen to have permission, just swipe the room card and the exit will open automatically. There are a large number of detection cards distributed at every exit, and they do not miss every corner to ensure that the person going out matches the room card.

Chen Mu's room card does not have access rights.

He came to the fifteenth floor and hid in a dark corner. From here, you can observe every exit on this level. Only card repairers will use the exits outside the bottom floor, because only they can use airflow cards to fly.

During this time, there were very few card cultivators going out, but Chen Mu had secretly observed that on average, at each exit floor, in the next hour from now, there would be an average of six or seven card cultivators going out. These people's ideas.

What he has to do now is to wait and wait patiently.