He got up and fed the cat.
His store of strange knowledge grew!
Ke Meng looked dazed as a new piece of strange knowledge appeared in his mind.
"Eerie Script Book"
"Writing eerie characters in this book will summon sinister supernatural creatures. The more characters written, the stronger they will be."
"The writer will bleed with every character written."
"The writer will often become the creature's first meal."
This was an eerie book that demanded blood as its price. Its origins were rather vague. A fanatical believer who worshipped a certain deity had cut off his own skin to make it.
During its creation, he had used both his own blood and the blood of sinister beings. He had worshipped every day without fail, reciting the deity's name over the book until the day he died.
Ke Meng had not learned the deity's name from Big-Faced Cat. Big-Faced Cat had left that detail vague, so Ke Meng did not know which deity the book's creator had worshipped.
Even the description sounded deeply wrong. This was something made by an evil cultist.
He had thought it would be a powerful item, but the writer would become the creature's first meal, and even writing in it caused bleeding. Its drawbacks were too severe for him to use it.
Handing something like this over to the state was a good choice.
Ke Meng had no intention of testing it for now. He merely ordered Tangyuan to open the bundle so he could take a look.
Tangyuan opened the small bundle. Inside lay a book sewn from human skin. The pieces of skin were joined with hemp thread, with black, dried blood still clinging to it.
When the Eerie Script Book appeared, the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. The surroundings