Book of Death?

Tiya frowned and looked at the book that was about three fingers thick.

After listening to Karan's explanation, she became more convinced that Martin and Doriani were in the book!

Karan also thought of this possibility, and his frowns were almost twisted into a ball of twists.

"How can we get the people inside out?" Tiya asked anxiously.

"I don't know either." Carland paused, then shook his head and replied, with a feeling of pain.

When Tiya heard this answer, her eyes became very firm and she reached out to open the pages.

"Don't be impulsive, child." A gentle, old voice rang out.

Tiya's hand stopped in mid-air and was stopped by an invisible force.

Tiya looked up and saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.

He was wearing a plain white robe and a round hat on his head.

Tiya, who recognized the old man, looked a little excited.

"Pope, please help Martin!" Tiya quickly made a request.

But after saying that, Tiya noticed that the person in front of her was just a translucent phantom.

"Don't be nervous, he will be fine." The Pope helped Tiyaxu up, who was saluting.

Tiya felt very calm.

Karan, who was beside him, was relieved when he heard this.

The Pope Kagadrin of the Time-Sequence Temple in front of him is called a prophet other than a prophet, and his words must have a basis for them.

However, the pope's eyes swept through the living room and stopped at the entrance of the stairs.

"There is no need to hide, dreammaker." He suddenly spoke.

The dream maker is here too!

Tiya and Karan looked in the direction where the Pope's sight was and raised their vigilance.

I saw a figure wrapped in gray mist gradually appearing.

The dreammaker looked at the old man in the living room, and the gray fog was surging, and he did not dare to expose his body.

Although the white-haired old man in front of him was just a phantom, it also made the dreammaker very afraid.

However, Kagadrin's eyes swept over the dreammaker and did not stop, but moved to a corner of the living room.

He suddenly said, "And friends over there, please show up!"

Another old man in a sacrificial robe appeared on the single sofa, looking at Kagadrin with a faint smile on his face.

Karan felt a little hot on her face.

There are other people lurking in this living room!

And, more than one!

If it weren't for Kagadrin's pointing out, he would have no idea...

Kagadlin's old pupils were a little cloudy, and he looked at the old man sitting on the sofa with great caution.

After the dreammaker in the corridor saw the old man, a gray fog surged: "Why are you?!"

The dreammaker's tone was both surprised and a hint of anger and fear.

"I don't know what to call it?" Kagadrin asked politely.

"Valdo." The old man replied.

This name...

The Pope's eyes swept back and forth between the Dreammaker and Valdo, as if he understood something, and there was a little more surprise in his eyes.

But Waldo sat lazily, he ignored the dreammaker, and his vision fell more on Tiya and Karan.

Suddenly, Valdo stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air.

A wisp of gray mist appeared out of thin air above the coffee table.

The gray fog seemed to want to spread to the thick books, but was caught out of thin air by Valdo.

Kagadrin waved his hand gently and dispelled the mist.

Valdo looked at the dreammaker and raised his lips: "If I guess correctly, it was the one behind you who asked you to come?"

The dreammaker did not speak, but his cold eyes had confirmed Valdo's guess.

"Then I'm going to thank you for him. I didn't expect you to send this thing to him."

Valdo stood up and said to himself what the few people couldn't understand.

"Maybe it was because this guy Nabishi's plan was too successful..."

Only Kagadlin glanced at the book in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Well, Mr. Karan, right?" Valdo suddenly asked Karan.

"Mr. Valdo, what advice do you have?" Karan nodded and replied.

Although he didn't know the origin of this man, Karan knew from the attitude of the Pope and the dreammaker that he had to take it seriously.

What's more, Valdo seems to have some hostility to the dream creator of the dream sequence.

Although the enemy's enemies are not necessarily friends, they can at least cooperate...

Waldo pointed to the book on the coffee table: "Get something, turn it open, I'm very interested in what it says."

Karan's eyes were solemn, and he glanced at the Pope in the Time Series. The old man nodded, signaling that he could do it.

The gray fog filled the air, and the dreammaker was a little angry and stared at Karan, but now he couldn't take care of himself and couldn't do anything to him.

Moreover, the dreammaker was very curious about Waldo's words just now.

This book was kept in the Dream Sequence for thousands of years. It was only after he received the will of God that he remembered this thing and set a trap with it.

And the trap has taken effect, successfully sucking Doriani Nabihi into the book...

Karan looked at the books on the coffee table, the cover was brand new, as if it had just been made.

However, the above Di Mongolian text shows that its origin is destined to be extraordinary.

Moreover, Karan also felt the strong power of light in the book.

Neither of these two dared to open the book?

It seems that the origin of this book is even more mysterious than he thought!

Book of Death.

Karan also learned this book from ancient books within the Secret Language Society.

It comes from a rumor that everyone who sees this book will be unable to help but open the book, and then be swallowed by it and will never appear again.

Every time a book appears, it is at the time of the epoch-changing.

Moreover, the president of the Secret Words Society is also looking for this book...

Karan had a lot of thoughts in his mind. Since he could not open the books by himself, he could only use other powers.

Several rituals emerged in his mind...

Mr. Valdo should have meant the same.

Karan took out a few materials and arranged them briefly.

A moment later, a puppet man over twenty centimeters appeared in front of Karan.

It stood up shakingly, with no facial features on its head, but looked back at Karan very vividly.

"Go and open that book."

Karan issued an order.

The little man jumped and was very lively. Under the gaze of several people in the living room, he came to the coffee table and the pages were turned on...

...

Doriani sat in the middle of the hall, in front of a small round table, opposite her, a milky white statue.

However, the facial features of the statue are very vivid, no different from the human face.

He was a very strong middle-aged man with dense and curled hair and a strong contour on his face.

More importantly, his face is somewhat similar to Doriani.

Doriani's eyes were a little red and he stared at the face.

That was her father's face...

Sad memories emerged, and the father in the fire never appeared again except in her dream.
To be continued...