The holess man looked at the child in front of him, whose eyes were filled with a strong desire to survive. He felt sowhat relieved that the other party hadn't been injured at all in such a major disaster as the entire library collapsing.
The only injury he sustained was his fingers getting scraped and bleeding when digging out of the rubble.
"Child? Child!"
The boy, who had just been rescued, still seed a bit dazed.
The holess man waved his hand twice in front of his eyes, continuously shouting.
"Oh, oh, I'm fine, thank you." Wu Liang ca to his senses and thanked the holess man.
In fact, even without the holess man, he was about to climb out of the debris, and judging from the torn clothing, the rubble all over his head, and various large and small wounds on him, it was clear that he had just crawled out of the wreckage himself.
In such a disaster, being able to barely escape death and still turn around to dig out others buried is already quite a noble act by the holess man.
"Ha! Why are ya thankin' ? I should be thankin' you! If you hadn't given so buns this morning, who knows if I would've had the strength to crawl in." The holess man showed a simple and honest smile.
Feeling the sting on his fingers, Wu Liang looked at the slightly familiar dirty face of the holess man.
He suddenly rembered who the other party was—
This morning, when Wu Liang ca to the library to look up archaeological books related to the area where his parents had disappeared, he t a holess man squatting on the steps reading a book at the entrance.
The man's face and clothes were dirty, but the hands holding the books were exceptionally clean, turning page by page cautiously, as if afraid of damaging the book.
Wu Liang went over and took a look.
The book the holess man was reading was "Living."
Curious about this strange scene, Wu Liang spoke up and started chatting about the contents of the book with him.
Seeing soone talking to him, the holess man was obviously a bit flattered.
But when it ca to the book contents, he still spoke energetically about his views, and finally hurriedly explained the origin of the book, proving that it wasn't stolen.
"The bookstore owner lent it to , I'll return it when I'm done, I didn't steal it."
"So why don't you go inside and read?"
Wu Liang was even more curious.
Weren't there a lot of books in the bookstore that could be read for free in the reading rooms inside?
Why did the holess man sit on the steps outside?
But when it ca to this, the holess man just scratched his head awkwardly and said, "I'm not clean, it's not good to dirty the inside for the owner, reading here is fine."
Only after a detailed conversation did Wu Liang learn—that the other party had been sickly since childhood, abandoned by his family, and was picked up and raised by another holess man, who taught him to read, clinging to a dictionary bit by bit.
Now, the one who raised him is dead, and without a residence permit or education, he has beco the next holess person.
Wu Liang, who had only found out his parents had died less than a year ago, felt sowhat touched, perhaps sharing a similar sense of being holess.
Before entering the library, he went to the nearby breakfast shop to buy two big bags of at buns for the holess man.
Originally, a holess man who loved reading t Wu Liang, who happened to be kind and received a breakfast.
It was just a fleeting encounter.
But shortly after, the library inexplicably collapsed around noon, and the two were reunited now.
"This shoddy construction! Who knows how many people it hard! We better get out and call for help!" The holess man said to Wu Liang indignantly.
This was the first year of a major disaster, and most people were not yet aware of what supernatural resurrections ant.
Even at this mont, Wu Liang believed that the collapse was caused by shoddy construction, and he dragged his weary body along with the holess man to find the way out.
Upon stepping outside, they realized that the library hadn't completely collapsed, only parts of the floors had; the overall external structure of the building was still stable.
The floor where he was researching was the third floor, and it was the fourth and fifth floors that had collapsed.
Seeing the corridors filled with rubble and cracks, with dust swirling in the air, Wu Liang suddenly thought of sothing.
Curiously, he asked the holess man: "Weren't you outside? How did you get buried in the building?"
The holess man continued to smile honestly and said, "I heard it collapsing inside with a loud bang and thought you hadn't co out yet, so I went inside to rescue you, and then got buried too. Luckily, both of us have big lives!"
Hearing this, Wu Liang felt a bit overwheld in his heart, he actually ca in to look for him!?
After thanking the holess man once more, the two supported each other in finding the way down.
Due to the collapse issues, Wu Liang was having a hard ti figuring out where the original staircase was, and indeed many corridor ends were completely blocked by stones.
Click—
While they were searching, a strange noise ca from a room on the other end of the corridor.
"Is there a survivor over there?" Wu Liang hurriedly walked towards the room, hoping the people buried might still be alive.
The two reached the room's door, only to find an even stranger scene.
There were indeed survivors inside the room, as many as ten of them.
Oddly, the door wasn't blocked by rubble, and none of these ten people were buried; through the window, everyone seed unhard.
Yet, they were all huddled in the corner of the room, eyes filled with terror.
"Are you all okay?" Wu Liang tried to pull open the door to communicate with them.
Bam—
The next second, they picked up stones from the ground and hurled them fiercely at Wu Liang, yelling frantically, "Don't open the door! Don't let the ghost in!"
The stones hitting the room's window glass startled Wu Liang backward, and the holess man couldn't help but shout at them angrily:
"What are ya doin'! What are ya doin'! We ca to rescue ya to take all of ya out! Aren't ya afraid it'll collapse again and bury ya? Good intentions treated as donkey liver and lungs!"
Faced with his rebuke, the people inside the room paid no attention, continuing to tremble and huddle while watching them.
At this mont, Wu Liang keenly noticed—that although the room's door wasn't blocked by large stones, it was firmly braced by two fallen bookshelves inside.
Moreover, the other bookshelves were so distance from the door. This looked as if the people inside the room deliberately moved bookshelves to brace the door, preventing others from entering.
Why do this?
Like the holess man said, aren't they afraid of it all collapsing again, burying them in the room?
And when they threw stones just now, what did they an by "don't let the ghost in"?
"Hey! What do you an by 'ghost'? Can anyone explain?" Wu Liang walked up to the window, attempting to engage these ten people once again.
Upon seeing this, the people inside felt that if they didn't clarify, these two seed unlikely to leave.
Then, a braver man hesitantly opened his mouth, saying: "There's a haunting in this library! After the floor collapsed, we were preparing to go out and get help, but everyone who stepped out of this room..."
At this point, the man hesitated.
"What happened to them?" Wu Liang asked.
"...were grabbed by a faceless shadow! So had their necks twisted and snapped before being dragged away! Right outside the corridor! You two better run!"
A woman, driven by extre panic, scread hoarsely, worried that if they continued standing at the door, they might attract the shadow.
But they dared not open the door out of fear that the shadow would appear just as they did.
Hearing this tale, Wu Liang instinctively surveyed the surroundings.
Indeed, he found so splattered black and red liquid on the wall, and it seed to be quite recent.
Could it be blood splattered from having one's neck twisted?
That seems too unrealistic, though? What kind of force would it take to twist soone's neck off alive?
But he didn't see any bodies around here!
Could it really be like they said, that the bodies were dragged away?
"Um... I don't know if I should say this," the holess man tugged on Wu Liang's coat at this mont, speaking with a slightly trembling voice.
"Hm? Go ahead," Wu Liang responded.
After receiving Wu Liang's approval, he nervously and cautiously said:
"Wasn't there just ten people in this room? How co I just counted an extra person?"
"!!?"
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