After hesitating for a moment, Sean decided to ask his colleague for help. Even if there is really something wrong with the book, even if he still has to throw it away in the end, at least he must first figure out what it actually wrote.

Sean found a leather bag to pack the book, carried it out of the house.

Alhaz lives in the dormitory of the university campus. When he came to Alhaz's residence, he saw the doors closed and curtains hung on the windows from afar.

Sean walked to the door and knocked, and Alhaz's somewhat panicked voice immediately sounded from the door.

"Who, who is outside?"

"It's me, Sean."

"Shawn, didn't you take leave to attend the funeral?"

"It's the fair meeting of wills. I came back last night. Open the door quickly. I have something to ask you for help."

The sub-window on the door was opened, and Alhaz looked behind Shaun vigilantly, confirming that no one was there, and then opened the door. When Shaun walked in, he immediately closed the door and locked it.

Sean glanced inside the room and immediately understood the source of Alhaz's nervousness.

The dim living room was arranged into a temporary studio, with an extremely gloomy picture drawn on an oil canvas.

It was a painting about the sea. The sky was covered with dark clouds and rainstorms. A monster stood in the turbulent sea. The monster was vaguely covered with human outlines, but it had a head with many tentacles like an octopus. Its body was like a glue covered with scales, with giant claws, and a pair of narrow wings behind it... It had a bloated and fat body... It was flowing with mucus, and its huge green body was staggering in the sea.

It seems to be for comparison. You can see a sailboat walking through the waves, as if it will capsize at any time. It is only as big as one of the monster's toes.

Sean was surprised to see the picture. Isn't this Cthulhu? It was almost exactly the same as in his memory, which surprised him very much. He did describe Cthulhu's appearance to Alhaz, but only a rough description of its characteristics. However, the picture in front of him was so vivid, even more strange and distorted than Cthulhu in the original work, giving people a sense of horror that was almost alive.

I have to say that Alhaz seems to be naturally good at capturing the weird and terrifying elements. Although his paintings are rough, he is not at all harmful to what he wants to show in the painting.

No wonder he would pull all the curtains up. If someone saw them, it would probably cause trouble.

"Look at how I draw it, do you look like the Cthulhu in your mind?" Alhaz said with a hint of pride.

"It's very similar, but why are you so nervous? It's just a painting."

Alhaz gave him a blank look, "Although I am not afraid of death, I am not a fool. This painting can only be left to me to appreciate." He looked up and down at the terrifying painting, as if he was admiring the beautiful beauty who was pleasing to the eye.

After a while, he suddenly realized, "So what are you looking for me?"

Sean said: "I inherited some books from my grandfather, one of which is quite strange and I don't understand it very much. I think maybe you can translate it for me."

"Single? What a strange method."

"Alhaz said, walking towards the fireplace and picking up the coffee maker, "Do you want to have coffee?"

“Is there any tea?”

"You know I don't drink tea."

"Okay, thank you for your coffee."

Alhaz poured Sean a cup of coffee and picked up Sean's bag. The moment he opened the bag, Alhaz's eyes straightened.

"Wow, this is a bit unusual." He said, tremblingly taking out the ancient book, carefully stroking the black relief cover and the purple eyeball.

Sean took a sip of coffee and frowned. The coffee was a little muddy and was surprisingly bitter. He put down the coffee cup and reminded: "Be careful, this book is a bit weird. When I held this book, I always felt a voice whispering in my ear."

However, after hearing his warning, Alhaz was not only not nervous, but became even more excited.

He opened the cover and was immediately attracted by the weird words inside.

"How can you understand?"

Alhaz shook his head: "I have never seen such a weird text, it is too... too..." He obviously failed to find a suitable adjective. When he turned to the middle part, Alhaz nodded.

"Oh, I know this word. This is the secret language of ancient Esia. It is used by priests and monks to pray to God. This book must be very old. You must know that the ancient Esia kingdom had perished four thousand years ago.

No, this book cannot have four thousand years of history, it is too new-"

Alhaz smelled the book and licked it again, as if judging its material.

"Can you translate?"

"No, I'm not a specialist in this research. I need to find professionals. Even if I am a professional, I may not be able to translate it clearly. It takes time and a large number of comparable text samples. However, it's not that easy to fight in Esia and dig out ruins."

Sean signaled him to continue to flip back, Alhaz did as he did. When he saw the alphabetical characters behind him, he nodded and started reading directly.

"Can you understand?"

"Of course, this is the ancient Brighton language. Compared with the modern Brighton language, it has two letters less, but there are four more characters, and the grammar is also different. But overall, it is the same lineage. Do you see these four strange characters? They symbolize the four elements of wind, fire, water, and earth. The ancient Brighton people believed that everything in the world could be associated with these four, so they would add symbols of the four to the language to represent different contexts."

He read the content recorded in ancient Brighton language, and the more he looked, the more excited he became. His eyes shone, but his expression gradually became serious, as if to confirm his guess, he turned back to the front part from time to time and looked at the twisted and weird words. He seemed not to be reading, but to confirm something...

After a long time, Alhaz said slowly, "If I guess correctly - and I rarely guess wrong, this is a [book of the old days]."

"Book of the Old?" Sean repeated in confusion, but had no impression of the word. He looked at Alhaz's solemn and excited expression. It was the first time he had seen him like this for so long.

"That's right, I only accidentally learned this concept from some ancient classics. Modern people have long forgotten those legends, and may not even know them. Only in the tombs of those ancient lost civilizations and on stone tablets, will it be mentioned occasionally.

The Book of Old Day is not the name of a book, but the general name of the category of a book. They are creations left over from ancient times. It has been mentioned in the legends and secret records of some ancient civilizations that it is said that before the birth of human civilization, there was an older intelligent creature on our planet. They arrived from the other side of the stars and ruled the world in that ancient wilderness era for several epochs.

However, one day, perhaps because of a disaster, this ancient race and their civilization disappeared, and only a very small number of remains and cultural relics remained.

It is hard to say how many of the earliest human civilizations born in ancient times have been influenced by them. There are written records related to them, from the ancient Suland Kingdom in the old era, or the ancient myths and legends of Esia, and even ancient dynasties in the far east.
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