Weirdness is coming: Chen Mu Nugui started with trillions of ghost coins

Although players have seen the human skin book, they have also touched it.

But this was the first time I saw a living person being made into a human skin book right in front of my eyes.

Looking at the man in front of him, he was constantly being squeezed inwards and became extremely painful.

At the same time, because of being squeezed, the flesh, mouth, and nose were all stuck together, and even the throat was squeezed into a thin crack, so no screams could be uttered at all.

The man's neck could only make a "hissing" sound similar to that of a tracheal leak.

An adult was silently squeezed. Witnessing the whole process in person was chilling.

Not long after, the man fell silent.

He could not determine the expression on his face before he died. He did not even have an expression of pain. Instead, his face was squeezed into wrinkles.

"He just smoked a cigarette, that shouldn't deserve the death penalty." Wang Dulan muttered softly, but fortunately he was far away from the curator and was not heard by him.

A few minutes later, a new human skin book was lying cleanly on the ground.

The book was cut into thousands of pages. Because it was compressed too tightly, the blood turned into dried lumps, and only a small amount of transparent liquid flowed out between the pages - that was seeping blood or tissue fluid.

"Put the books on the shelf."

The curator said to the players.

The players looked at each other, and no one dared to take action.

Seeing that no one was willing to help, the curator's tone became stern, "Whoever called me here will put the books out."

Li Susu couldn't help but shudder. She looked at the "new book" on the ground that was still oozing with pus, and a trace of regret flashed in her eyes.

If I had known not to make the call, I should have called other players to come together and share the responsibility.

Li Susu couldn't help but think that when Chen Mu and the others encountered problems before, they always called everyone together to solve them.

Now, it seems that responsibility sharing is a kind of wisdom in Guimen.

But things had come to this point, and Li Susu had no choice but to walk out and reach out to start moving the human skin book.

She was not very strong and the human skin book weighed as much as an adult, but she couldn't lift it after trying several times.

At this time, Zhang Mengshan took action and came to Li Susu.

The two of them worked together, their bodies covered in slime, before they finally placed the human skin book on the bookshelf.

A look of satisfaction appeared on the curator's face.

"Yes, you are a qualified administrator. You have done a good job. Smoking is too dangerous. If you are not careful, the library may be burned down. It must be strictly prohibited.

Next time you encounter this kind of thing, be sure to notify me in time.

As the director of the library, it is my duty to prevent dangerous things.

If the library is destroyed due to someone else's negligence, or if someone can destroy the library with just a thought, and I have no chance to stop it, then I will take action in advance to resolve the danger.

I will not allow the fate of the library to be in the hands of others!"

After saying these domineering words, the wood on the bookshelf began to flow again, and the curator's face gradually became blurred.

Finally, half a minute later, the face disappeared from the bookshelf.

The entire surface of the bookshelf became smooth again, like a complete red wooden board.

After a long while, Wang Dulan couldn't help but ask, "Is the curator gone?"

"Well, it should be." Chen Mu said, "Okay, let's do what we need to do. Don't offend the curator easily. We should now know where those human skin books without words on the bookshelf came from."

Chen Mu's words were meant to remind Wang Dulan not to talk nonsense.

If the curator heard what Wang Dulan complained about just now, who knows what the consequences would be.

"I can't afford to offend either of these two weirdos here." Li Jing couldn't help but sigh.

The curator can compress people into books, and the black robe can turn people into pens and black robes...

The main problem is that the death process and the outcome after death are too tragic.

"The curator is quite pretentious. His words are so domineering."

Zhang Mengshan sighed.

The players dispersed and returned to their respective positions, ready to do their own things.

When Chen Mu returned to the second floor, he met a girl.

The girl was in a hurry, as if she was looking for someone. After seeing the administrator Chen Mu, she hurried over and asked:

"Hello, have you seen my boyfriend? He just said he was going over there to smoke, but he hasn't come back for a while and he's nowhere to be found."

Chen Mu glanced at her and forced a comforting smile on his face, "Don't worry, maybe she went out to play."

As players, Chen Mu and others are extremely powerless when facing the big and small matters in Guimen.

Not to mention ordinary people, even if they just touch upon anything related to the Guimen, the consequences would be no different from being slightly touched by a Hundred-ton King on the road.

In the afternoon, the black-robed reader returned on time again.

It was wearing two layers of black robes and walking in a corner avoiding the crowd.

The players noticed its arrival, but this time no one followed it or tried to stop it.

Wang Dulan, who was at the front desk, felt his heart rise to his throat when he saw the black-robed reader coming in.

"It's okay. I can just lend it the book. It won't make things difficult for me..."

Wang Dulan said this silently in his heart, trying to encourage himself.

The black-robed reader walked through different floors and moved through different bookshelves, looking for the book he wanted.

It was so fast and agile that students and other readers never noticed it once.

The library was very quiet. College students were preparing for exams, reading books, players were doing their work, and Wang Dulan was busy borrowing and collecting books.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun gradually set, and it was evening again.

The golden sunset poured in through the window and shone on the ground in front of the reception desk.

The black-robed reader slowly came to the front desk holding a human skin book and stood in front of Wang Dulan.

It threw the human skin book on the table with a "thump", and then stood at the front desk motionless.

The meaning is obvious - it wants to borrow a book!

Wang Dulan's hands were shaking a little, and she picked up the book tremblingly.

The human skin book was quite heavy, and she had to use a lot of effort to pick it up.

On the cover of the human skin book, it was written:

【Human bone brush making 2】

"Please wait a moment. I will... process the formalities for you."

Wang Dulan's voice was trembling because he was too nervous.

She reached into the system and quickly operated, completing the loan procedures.

Other players also came over after hearing the news. Chen Mu and others stood far away and watched Wang Dulan lend the book out.

"Hello, I have completed the formalities for you. This is the book you wanted to borrow. You can take it now."

Wang Dulan forced a smile and put the human skin book back on the table with great effort.

The black-robed reader didn't say anything. He reached out to pick up the human skin book, then turned and left the library.

Looking at the black-robed reader's departing back, Wang Dulan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She turned around and faced the players with a smile that showed she had survived a disaster.

"I was so scared that my palms were sweaty. I borrowed it."