A bright red thread sticking up from the chest of the red wool sweater slowly enlarged in the viewer's pupils.
It seemed to become a living, slowly writhing worm, headless and tailless, gathering and growing until it spread to the very edge of vision.
Then, the sweater began to split apart.
Countless red worms grew wildly in dense clusters, seizing every inch of the living person's vision.
They pierced through the bookshelves, books, and volumes, drilling one after another into the cracks in the ceiling.
A colossal red net filled everything the eye could see, as dense and slender as human iris fibers.
Under the cover of this red net, everything in the library underwent an earth-shaking transformation, as though it had gone from vivid life to rot, from vitality to decline.
Books opened on their own, the rustling noise of turning pages surrounding their ears.
Countless scraps of paper danced and spun through the air, like snowflakes in the wind outside, except they had turned red beneath the red net.
Ji Li casually raised a hand and caught one of them. Written on it was the character "life."
Then came the second, third, and fourth... Eight slips of paper, each bearing a single character, lined up before his eyes:
"The Living Have No Door, the Dead Have a Path."
Sob... sob...
The eight slips of paper shattered in an instant, and intermittent crying rose beside his ears from upstairs.
"The library... has ghosts..."
Song Yitong lowered her head slightly, yet looked upward with her eyes. Combined with her pale face and red clothes, she looked seven parts ghost and three parts human.
At that moment, only a single strand of yarn remained wrapped around her body.
A thick red mist seemed to descend through the air woven from the