Jia looked at Bowen in surprise. She had never thought that her brother would immediately have a mist in her eyes in this tone.

Bowen tried his best to slow down his tone: "Go Jia Jia, be good." After saying that, his tone suddenly accelerated and he quickly said: "The bookcase in the library is the most dependent on the inside, and the first gray-brown notebook on the left in the bottom row, go quickly!"

Hearing the anxiety in his brother's words, Ning Jia bit her lip tightly, held back her tears, and prevented it from falling. He responded to the sound of the matter and ran out of the bedroom. She understood the severity of the matter. This was not a very important thing, and her brother would definitely not force herself so much. Since childhood, she has never forced herself.

"Jia Jia, it's so late, why haven't you been sleeping?" Ning Jia's mother woke up from her sleep when she heard the sound of the door opening.

"Brother asked me to help him find something." After leaving a sentence, Ning Jia ran out of the room without looking back. Her mother's complaint came from behind: "Bowen is really, so late, and she still asked Jiajia to find something. When she comes back, she must say he will be beaten."

The entrance to the Book Pavilion is a long corridor. The quiet corridor is empty at this time. This is one of the most strictly protected places in Ningjia. It is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, but there is no one inside. A burst of rapid footsteps sounded, and Ning Jia was running without regard for his demeanor.

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her face was full of anxiety. The grievances just now had disappeared. She was only worried about her brother now. She knew very well what kind of person her brother was. She did not change color on weekdays. In her mind, her brother was the best. She had never seen her brother lose her composure. What exactly was it that would make her brother so anxious? For no reason, she became worried. Could it be that his brother was in trouble? She even wanted to hurry to his brother immediately, although she knew that his power was very weak.

Pushing open the heavy door of the library, the dark library was deep and silent, terrible, and a scent of moisture rushed towards her. Ning Jia hadn't been here for a while. She used to play with her brother in childhood. At this time, she was the only one, and the bookstore was pitch black and there was no sound, and she suddenly became scared.

Her body trembled slightly, but she still plucked up the courage to grop in the book pavilion, and finally turned on the light. The light drove away the darkness. The snow-white light illuminated the book pavilion.

She felt relieved and immediately passed through the bookcase without hesitation and came to the innermost bookcase.

It's here!

At the bottom row, the first gray-brown notebook was 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, he heard him ask anxiously: "Jia Jia. Have you looked for it?"

"Finished! Is this one?" Ning Jia quickly raised the gray-brown notebook in her hand. She was puzzled. What did her brother asks her to come so late to find such an old and broken notebook?

Bowen's eyes lit up and he urged: "Jia Jia turned to the last few pages and looked for records about the 'Cross Night'."

"Yeah." Ning Jia responded and began to flip through the old notebook on his hand. Soon, he heard her cheer: "Finished! Brother, is it Cross Night?"

"Yes." Bowen's tone and expression suddenly became solemn: "Jia Jia read it again. Don't miss it."

"Yeah." Ning Jia nodded, paused for a moment, and began to recite: "He is like a ghost in the darkness. There was no sound at all. When I saw him, I even felt like he was walking in the garden. I saw him walking five meters beside Ning Hong, but Ning Hong didn't feel anything. I was frightened and I wanted to shout, but at that time, he turned his face and saw me!"

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

"He was not wearing a mask, 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 vitality and no trace of human smell. I am very scared! There is a layer of thick black floating in his pupils, just like the devil walking out of the underworld. Only the devil's eyes will have black fog - if I believe in God, I think this must be the Netherworld energy from hell."

Hearing this sentence, Bowen's pupils suddenly contracted like needles, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, like a blade suddenly appeared.

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

"Brother, what is this?" Ning Jia finally couldn't help but feel trembling with a little bit of tremolo.

Bowen said lightly: "Jia Jia, keep reading."

"I felt like I suddenly fell into an ice cellar. It was so cold. My body was frozen and out of control. I wanted to shout, but no matter how hard I tried, my body seemed to lose control and could not make any sound. Every time I thought of this, my heart was always filled with guilt and self-blame. If... if I were braver at that time, my father would probably not die! I sometimes doubt that that person might not be a human. His movements were extremely accurate, his expression did not fluctuate from beginning to end, and his eyes were empty and lifeless. He left a cross-shaped scar behind his father. Later I realized that this cross scar penetrated his father's heart..."

After reading this, Ning Jia could no longer read it. She covered her mouth in horror.

The cross scars are familiar to almost every descendant of the Ning family.

Ning Xuan, the head of the Ning family, who is known as the most powerful and talented in the history of the Ning family, died under 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 area. However, it was this mysterious and fatal cross scar that took away the life of Ning Xuan in his prime. The following five years were the most turbulent and dangerous period of the Ning family. The Ning family branches like Amining were separated at that time. If it weren't for Ning Yi, the son of Ning Xuan, the Ning family would have probably disappeared in history.

As Ning Yi grew older, he began to gradually show his talent. It was his continuous efforts that saved the Ning family, which was in turmoil.

In the minds of each generation of direct descendants of the Ning family, Ning Yi existed like a god. He was an idol and hero in their minds. When each generation of head of the family passed the position of head of the family to the next generation of head of the family, he would encourage him to be as outstanding as the head of the Ning Yi family.

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

"This, is this the note of the head of Ning Yi family?" Ning Jia looked shocked.

Asked incoherently.

"Yes." Bowen's voice was low, mixed with a hint of sadness: "When the incident happened, the head of Ning Yi's family was only nine years old. This was recorded by him on his deathbed. I used to read the notes of the previous head of the family. "Bowen's tone suddenly became cold: "The head of Ning Yi has been checking the whereabouts of Cross Night all his life, and then every head of the family will do his best to look for successors of the Cross Night school. If I remember correctly, sister, go to the bookcase No. 13, and that cabinet is full of various information about Cross Night."

"Haha, I'm really lucky to talk about it." Bowen said lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He suddenly looked up and smiled at Ning Jia Zhanyan, and said with concern: "Sister, go to bed quickly. Let's start you so late, and I will compensate you when my brother comes back."

"Brother, be careful!" Ning Jia's eyes clearly showed a little concern. The brother called himself up so late. He just wanted to read this by himself. Could it be that he found the clue of his cross night: it was when she saw her brother's firm eyes, and the words she persuaded him to come back became an instructor.

"Don't worry Jiajia."

Seeing the light curtain disappearing in front of her, Ning Jia felt lost. Suddenly, she suddenly remembered something and ran to the bookcase No. 13 with her pajamas.

I glanced at it roughly. There were no books on this bookcase, and all the colors were notebooks of various colors. Ning Jia took out the first one and opened it to see it. It was indeed called about the Cross Night Land.

She leaned against the bookcase and sat on the ground, reading the notes carefully.

Cross Night is a Kashu genre, which is an unknown genre in the era of the Kashu genre. They are Kashu who walks in the darkness. Each generation of family heads has tried their best to investigate it, but Cross Night remains mysterious and hidden in the darkness.

All the notes mentioned the two skills of Cross Night, Cross and Breath-Concentration Method. But they only knew the names, and there was no more detailed information.

Literally speaking, the cross should be the cross-shaped penetrating scar on the head of Ning Xuan’s family, but no one knows what it looks like. This breath-concentrating method, probably speculated, should be a way to hide and sneak. Like the cross, no one knows what it looks like. But unlike the cross, the breath-concentrating method has a very detailed record. It is said that those who practice the breath-concentrating method need to stay in an absolutely dark place for a long time, and even those talented people will take more than five years. Many generations of family leaders later made many speculations about this information. Most of them agree that the word "night" in the cross night should represent the breath-concentrating method, or the darkness required to practice the breath-concentrating method.

It is hard to imagine that with the Ning family's amazing wealth, huge manpower and rich channels, they have obtained so little pitiful information. This has to be said how hidden this genre is.

The last notebook was eighty years ago. It records that when that generation of heads of the family took charge of the Ning family, they did not get any information related to Cross Night. At the end of the notes, the head of the family gave his own speculation, and he believed that the Cross Night School should be destroyed in the long river of history. With the arrival of the academy era, countless once-glorious schools were destroyed, and the dissipation of Cross Night was also normal.

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

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

His card bag contains many cards. For safety reasons, he specially made another "big loach" to avoid the fun if the airflow card breaks on the road. In addition, he also purchased several four-star energy cards and a high-speed airflow card. "big loach" does not have much advantage in speed. Its advantage is direction change. There are lighting cards and thermal cards, which are commonly used cards that may be used in the wild. These cards cost Chen Mu a lot of contribution points, but if his contribution points are not spent, they will be wasted. In addition, he also exchanged a large amount of money cards with contribution points. No matter where he goes, it is always impossible to have money. The "weak water" pen is carried close to your body.

For the remaining contribution points, he bought a very advanced meter, a combat meter with six card slots. In other words, in addition to the energy card, he can insert five cards at the same time to spare. Not only that, it has extremely rich functions, such as direction guidance, map functions, etc.

This meter alone cost him 5,000 contribution points, which is also the most advanced meter that the base can buy.

He has never used elastic straw sandals, wall lotus, grimace flower, and even belts with three poisonous smoke bombs are equipped. He has always brought these things with him, and the things given to him by the Devil Girl are very useful.

Time is up, departure.

There is no one in the base late at night. For many card makers and people who study card makers, they are used to working late at night and resting during the day. This is completely contrary to card makers. There are few card makers coming out in the middle of the night. At this time, groups of card makers can often be seen gathering together to discuss something, or walking towards the material selection supermarket in a hurry.

Chen Mu walked around the base with a calm expression, and no one noticed him.

There is one floor on every five floors of the building, and there are many exits distributed on this floor. However, these exits are closed. If you need to go out, you need to have access and exit permissions. If you happen to have permission, the exit will automatically open as soon as you swipe the room card. Each exit is distributed with a large number of detection card machines, and they do not miss every corner to determine that the person who goes out and the room card matches.

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

He came to the fifteenth floor and was hidden in a dark corner. From here, he could observe every exit on this floor. Only Kashu would use the exit outside the bottom floor, because only they could fly with the airflow card.

During this period, there were very few card repairs going out, but Chen Mu had observed secretly that in the average exit level, in the first hour from now, there were generally six or seven card repairs going out on average, and he was the idea of ​​these people. What he had to do now was to wait and wait patiently.
Chapter completed!