An alliance sealed by a kiss

Chapter 6

A series of earth-shattering thunderbolts exploded on the curtain of water that covered the sky, and the dust of the fragile pages of the book trembled up and down.Behind Cynthia, the lock on a window actually came loose at an inopportune time, and the whole window was flung open by the wind and crashed into the wall with a thud.

The raindrops wrapped in the mist of the wind and rushed in with an unstoppable momentum, dousing the flames of the dozen or so oil lamps without shades lining the wall, and the white smoke rushed up to the sky. The corridor against the wall plunged into darkness.

The light suddenly disappeared, as if it had ignited a dangerous fuse.

Suddenly, a creeping sensation seeped into Cynthia's nerve endings, climbed inch by inch along the bone marrow, burrowed into her lungs, and startled small patches of goosebumps on her skin.

It was a ghostly intuition that had no basis, yet was extraordinarily clear - she hadn't been the only one in this library for a long time.

Something was...spying on her.

Confused heartbeat, like the beating of a drum in the wrong rhythm, Cynthia looked ahead trembling.

To prevent causing a fire, it was impossible to fit fixed oil lamp bases between the wooden shelves. At this moment, due to the extinguishing of the wall lamps, the horizontal rows of wooden bookshelves taller than a man were shrouded in an unsettling gloom.

Just now, the feeling of being spied on that made her hairs stand on end came from that piece of obscurity.

More precisely, it came from behind the bookshelf that was only six or seven meters away from her.

Until now, the feeling still hadn't gone away.

Was it Margo? Shana? Or was it someone else?

Different people passed through Cynthia's mind a few times, and she barely managed to compose herself enough to gulp softly and ask, "Who's there?"

No one answered her.

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, and with a sudden effort threw the teacup in her hand toward the bookshelf!

The bookshelf was only sparsely stocked with lightweight parchment scrolls, and as soon as they were hit by the china cup, one scroll after another lost its balance and tumbled splintered to the ground, revealing a line of space on the shelves.

No one?

Cynthia gasped slightly, her suspended heart only just dropping when she unexpectedly met a pair of resentful eyes.

In that instant, Cynthia's pupils contracted violently and her scalp exploded in a raging numbness.

It was a ghastly white head dangling upside down from above the bookshelf, wordlessly picking at it. There was no telling how long it had been lying there. A pair of cloudy, scarlet eyes stared dead at her, and slowly the cross-hatched face grinned a bizarre, menacing arc past the halfway point and smiled at her.

Humans would always laugh at cowards who were too scared to run at the sight of danger. In fact, in the midst of extreme fear and panic, thoughts froze in pulp, the hot bloodstream nourished and froze, and fear, like a sharp ice pick, burst through lungs and crushed screams hard in the throat.

Cynthia, her face white with cold sweat that nearly soaked her palms, took a half-step back and bumped into the table.

What is that thing? Is it a monster?

No, that wasn't right, she'd read a lot about magical creatures and had never seen such a disgusting monster...

That thing had been peeping for a long time, and had long since become unsatisfied. Only to see the bookshelf sway, it quickly climbed up to the highest floor, its hind legs bowing slightly, but then paused halfway up, staring at the unlit oil lamp, seemingly wanting to pounce, but a little wary of the firelight. In the midst of her stunned state, Cynthia abruptly realized something, as if she was about to slide down the abyss of despair and grabbed the life-saving cable; although she didn't know what kind of monster it was, it was obvious that it feared the firelight as much as the unusual monsters did. This was also the reason why it had been hiding behind the bookshelf just now, and only dared to fully reveal its true form when the wall lamps in the long corridor were extinguished.

As long as there was light, the monster couldn't pounce with impunity!

But how long could the little oil lamp last? When it too went out, this library would be a hermetically sealed cage of trapped beasts. If she didn't escape to a manned place before then, her end would surely be a bad one.

Cynthia lifted the small oil lamp, drew in a deep breath, and held the table as if it were an enemy, backing away slowly. Under the creature's forced gaze, she turned unexpectedly and ran desperately in the direction where the oil lamp had not been extinguished.

The intermittent and prolonged flames, one every two meters, connected into a long path to protect her life.

She never knew she could run so fast, and even one of her shoes fell off as she flailed and rolled. Sharp, ragged breath burned her chest, and her spasming windpipe twisted painfully. She had no time to recognize where she was running to, only to run after the light inside the building.It was late afternoon, but there was no one alive around, as if she and the thing had been cut off from each other in a different dimension. The oil lamp in her arms was about to be extinguished, and Cynthia was close to collapsing in despair when she suddenly saw a magnificent palace creeping in the shadows in front of her.

Cynthia sparked a glimmer of hope and sprinted through the rain. It was only when she got closer that she realized that the door had chains wrapped around it, and seemed to be a forbidden place that was not open to the public. But the thing was already behind her, and there was no time for hesitation. Cynthia relied on her intuition and her small body to get through the crack!

The thing in the rear that was in hot pursuit screamed, hovering reluctantly left and right outside the great hall, stopping in its tracks uncharacteristically. Not daring to move forward, as if fearing some appalling aura, it could only watch as Cynthia burrowed inside.