In the study, books were just stored there on the shelves.
In his eyes, these books emanated a chilling aura. Even without picking them up, he could feel the flame inside his lantern body wilting because of that aura.
'This is bad. Forget about reading them; just holding them will harm me.' There was a worried look on the lantern ghost's face.
It wasn't that he hadn't encountered books before, but it was the first time encountering books of such intensity.
Outside the study, footsteps began approaching after being heard.
The lantern ghost could only grit his teeth and picked up the nearest book. As soon as he held it, a terrifying cold sensation erupted, spreading from his hand to his entire body. He felt as though his flame was about to be extinguished.
Then, a person pushed the door open and entered.
