Chapter 230 (1/2)

Cromie sneaks into the house, searches for some books and sniffs them in front of his nose.

He couldn't smell anything, but a little bit of it was sucked out of his head and into his head.

A trace of pictures appeared in cromie's mind. From the time it was a tree, wood pulp, ink, and processes, a book was made.

From the manufacturer to the bookstore, the picture is moving rapidly. Finally, cromi sees the body, the man named Horton, who took the book from the servant's hand, then filled it into the bookshelf and never moved again.

Horton didn't buy books to read, he just bought them to look good.

Until a hand appeared on the shelf and pulled the book out, cromie saw the owner of the hand.

He looked at the books carefully, especially seriously. He attached great importance to knowledge. Even as a man, or both men and women, after seeing each other, he had to admit the charm of each other beyond the limits of human beings.

The other party holding the book, standing in front of the bookshelf, is like the most perfect picture, but also makes people fear, as if he is peeping at something dangerous.

Standing in front of this person, no, this being, cromie felt that he was standing on the edge of the abyss, dangerous, ominous, frightening, yet desirable.

Just the next moment, the person in the picture suddenly turns his head and looks at himself on one side.

An ominous sense came into cromie's mind.

The man in his vision seemed to have come to life, and cromie felt the disaster was coming just by the other party's eyes.

In the telepresence picture, there should be nothing around this person. Why does the other person suddenly look at himself.

”It's not a formal meeting, cromie.” At the next moment, the dangerous existence laughed and said in a slow voice the words that frightened cromie.

Now Negri is sitting in another place, putting down his book in his hand, looking forward as if he was looking at something.

”It's really interesting. If I hadn't learned something today, I would have had a bad feeling at most.” Negri seemed to be looking at something and soon understood what was going on.

After Negri moved his stronghold, he concentrated on things like senses and world angles, and then went to read a book.

But just now, he felt that he was looking at himself, not around him, but looking at himself from another angle.

This is not the angle of silence before, but a different angle to see yourself.

With the experience of silence angle and his great amount of mystical knowledge, Negri soon found a trace. This angle seems to be the world angle that can only be seen when he plays his own spirit to a limit. So Negri follows the trace, fully stimulates his own spirit and finds the little thing that peeps at him.