Chapter 153
In the area where there were no ghost things around, Lu Jiamu did not see any objects related to the cloak.
It's not a good idea to continue waiting. It seems that these ghosts have no intention of moving on a large scale on their own, and I don't know if there will be any changes as their recovery time increases.
Lu Jiamu arrived at a group of monsters where they were concentrated, and decided to take the initiative to confront them head-on and have some disputes.
This time he clearly saw that it was a group of "people" wearing old combat uniforms, wearing headlights, and holding guns in their hands. They had already stood up successfully, each holding on to the bookshelf.
They gathered in groups of three or four and were distributed in different rows. Some were on guard in the front and some were on guard in the back. They moved very slowly, as if they were also cautiously exploring the library.
Lu Jiamu took some books from the bookshelf and threw them at them. The heavy books made a dull sound when they hit the steel helmets.
The "person" who was hit tilted his head, and after a moment's pause, all the "people" tried to turn around or turn their heads to look at him stiffly.
Lu Jiamu was originally wary of the weapons in their hands, but soon discovered that the weapons were completely useless in their hands.
Not only was it difficult for them to pull the trigger, they were so trembling that they couldn't even point the gun at him.
Lu Jiamu picked up a few more books and threw them at them, trying to lead them away from the bookshelf and make them follow him to other areas.
The old man was in tune with Lu Jiamu's thoughts and had already jumped very close to him. He climbed on top of the bookshelf and observed the situation below.
He secretly admired the man's courage, and tacitly did not make any more noises that would cause the monsters to react. He waited for the monsters to leave, and then he went down to look through the bookshelves.
The monsters were hit all over the place, and one of them was knocked down on the spot.
They also realized that their long-range attacks were not very good now, and they no longer tried to raise their guns. Instead, they began to move their joints twitching on the spot, looking like they were doing a robotic dance, which was extremely weird.
"ah……"
They found that Lu Jiamu was just standing not far away and watching them, but he was not in a hurry to run. One of them spoke in a strange tone: "Who are you?"
"What... people? ... Where?"
Lu Jiamu ignored it, threw a few more books at it, then turned and ran.
The ghost thing that fell down clung to the bookshelf and tried to stand up, and the other ghost things also slowly moved.
The old man waited quietly for a moment, and when all the monsters walked out, he landed on the ground silently and began to grope the bookshelf.
Compared to the silence of the old man, Lu Jiamu was teasing cats and dogs all the way, smashing this and that, with a very high presence and very eye-catching. He then started to run to the blind corner of the library on his own.
Seeing that he had nowhere to escape, all the ghosts among the bookshelves couldn't resist the temptation, gradually lost their composure, and limped towards him.
Lu Jiamu observed their movements carefully and found that these ghosts did show signs of enhanced motor abilities. The most obvious feature was that the little red dots, which could only circle around their feet at the beginning, were gradually approaching him.
A few minutes later, Lu Jiamu vaguely saw the old man holding something in his hand. He jumped onto the bookshelf and waved at him. He must have found the cloak.
Lu Jiamu counted the ghosts and confirmed that all fourteen had surrounded them. He continued to provoke the ghosts for a few more times, and when they gathered enough, he flashed through them and ran away.
The ghosts didn't react for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly disappeared. They stood stiffly in place and tried to turn around. The light from the searchlight flickered randomly among the bookshelves.
The old man held up the cape, rushed back to the little boy, and wrapped the cape around him. He didn't want to hold someone else and restrict his movements, so he half-knelt down and said, "Take everything, I'll carry you on my back."
"Hold on to me, if you fall at the critical moment, I won't turn back to save you!"
Although the group of ghosts was large in number, they moved extremely slowly. Lu Jiamu had already run back to reunite with the old man, but no one knew where they were.
As they approached the stairs, the three of them heard the curses and roars from downstairs almost at their ears. Those ghosts were almost coming up while they were wasting time here.
Lu Jiamu began to clear the bookshelf closest to the stairs and threw down all the books on it: "Help me."
The old man rolled his eyes and understood his evil intentions without any further explanation.
For ordinary people, a fallen bookshelf might be something that can be crossed with just one step. But for these ghost things, it must be an obstacle that requires falling down and standing up countless times before being crossed, right?
The old man picked up the books on the bookshelf and threw several stacks down. He felt satisfied only when he smashed the things below so hard that they were bruised and even rolled down the stairs. He came over to help Lu Jiamu put away the bookshelf.
Although the bookshelves had been emptied, the bookshelves were still large and heavy. The two men had to use up almost all their strength to barely knock down one, blocking the stairs.
"Now we have a rough idea of what's going on," the old man asked. "Where should we start exploring?"
"From the bottom up."
Lu Jiamu was about to say that he would go explore the way first, but the old man grinned and asked, "Are you thinking about how to get down?"
The old man admired the courage that Lu Jiamu had just shown. He didn't want to show his weakness in front of this young man, which would make him look down on him.
He jumped onto the handrail and looked down for a moment, then untied a rope, tied one end to the handrail and the other end to his waist: "I'll take this kid with me to the first floor to look for it, you can come down slowly. Bye~"
After saying that, he jumped over the stair railing and jumped down.
Taking advantage of the vacuum space left at every turn of the stairs, the old man jumped to an unknown floor.
The ghosts were restricted in their movements, and seemed clumsy and not very smart. They stretched out their arms desperately but caught nothing. They were all following their voices and gathering upstairs. The lower floors were actually a vacuum zone.
When the old man saw the bottom of the rope, he untied it around his waist and ran away.
A few of the ghost creatures looked at each other with red eyes and actually tried to flip over the handrails and fall headfirst.
But for the monsters that had difficulty even standing up, it was too difficult for them to climb over such a high guardrail.
But if a little longer passes, I don’t know what the situation will be like.
Lu Jiamu also climbed over the handrail and used the old man's rope to paddle to the first floor as quickly as possible.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I heard the old man shouting, "Hey, come here quickly."
Lu Jiamu saw that a door on the first floor seemed to have been opened, and hurried over.
The old man was rummaging around inside, scratching his head anxiously. "What bad luck! I didn't expect the first door I opened would be the kitchen. Look at the floor, there are so many cooks' clothes. This is incredible. Let's look together."
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