Li Jia'an carried Xin Junmao on his back and walked with Yu Lianyun to the top of the altar. There was an old book on the stone bookshelf that stood in the center.

The old book was tightly closed. After He Jia'an and Yu Lianyun looked at each other, He Jia'an decided to read the book with his own hands.

When he started using it, He Jia'an felt his fingers rubbing the fine sand, and he actually passed through the book that suddenly turned into sand. He was shocked and tried again and again for a while, then gave up. Yu Lianyun also tried to read the book, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. How many times have I failed to open a book?

However, Yu Lianyun feels that the texture of the book that he can touch has bee thicker, and as long as he persists, it seems that he can really touch the book.

"Stop it!" Li Jia'an stopped Yu Lianyun, who was being more and more lustful, and slapped him awake before Yu Lianyun lost control.

Yu Lianyun suddenly woke up, remembered what he had just done, and broke into a cold sweat. "I…what did I just do?"

"If my guess is correct, the book before us is the legendary Book of Sand, which contains prehensive and infinite knowledge. One of its mysterious features is that humans want to read it. It will slowly stimulate your desire.'' Li Jian'an said solemnly.

Yu Lianyun was so frightened that she took a step back from the book and tied her hands and fingers together, as if to alleviate the fear in her heart, and as if to put a chain of self-control on herself.

Li Jia'an lowered his eyes and said, "The sand book has another characteristic. That is, once you touch the book, the content you read will be like bad sand. If you go to the next page, No problem, it is impossible to go back or go back to the previously read page, that's exactly where the dream begins. ”

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