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Under the darkness, the cold moonlight was like a pair of cold bayonets, stabbing into the gaps in the wooden door.
Zhao Guangli¡¯s face was solemn. He looked at the writing in the diary and his fingers trembled slightly.
"This isthe handwriting of Harlan Bode, the owner of the diary."
Zhao Guangli murmured to himself. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the corpse on the side. The corpse was indescribably weird at the moment, as if there was some kind of breath flowing in its deep-set eye sockets.
Those handwritings are full of strong anger and despair, and the handwriting is messy. It can be clearly seen how much the person who wrote these sentences hates Zhao Guangli.
"Something's wrong."
Zhao Guangli stood up at this moment, and a cloud of doubt gradually surrounded him.
"The person I traveled through is this person whose appearance is consistent with mine." Zhao Guangli looked at his arm and thought seriously: "And it is almost impossible for my original name to appear in a place like this."
"So, in this world'my' name should also be called Zhao Guangli."
Zhao Guangli exhaled softly. The dead trees outside the shack slowly gathered the moonlight, giving people a depressing and eerie feeling. Not far away, the wails of the water ghosts could be heard, and the small red eyes were like Walking through the depths of the swamp.
This worldis becoming more and more terrifying.
Looking at the diary, Zhao Guangli¡¯s expression became more solemn.
The owner of the diary, Harlan Bode, the rich son of Black Iron Castle, made preparations to pursue the extraordinary path and entered the [Blackwater Swamp] to search for the treasures on the legendary parchment, but the result was unfortunate. The earth died here.
This area is not too far from the original carriage convoy. If there are no surprises, this should be a hidden fact.
And the things that made Zhao Guangli a little creepy, but kept thinking about them in his mind, gradually became more intense.
From the second half of this diary, there is a person who appears between the lines, but his name does not appear.
This person pushed Harlan Bode, a person without professional talent, to go into dangerous situations.
The parchment containing the extraordinary treasures seems to be a family heirloom of this so-called oriental man.
Zhao Guangli leaned back slightly to calm down.
This oriental man¡¯s name did not even appear in the previous diary, but in the loose pages that fell from the back of the same diary, the words Zhao Guangli appeared.
A strong curse.
Zhao Guangli could vaguely feel it.
"It seems"
"I am the so-calledOriental in the diary."
Zhao Guangli frowned and slowly closed the diary.
The person who persuaded this rich boy to come to [Blackwater Swamp] seems to be his original self, the Zhao Guangli of this world.
Weird, really weird.
At this moment, Zhao Guangli's right hand was slowly feeling pain again. An eye-shaped line slowly traveled on Zhao Guangli's right hand, but then quickly disappeared.
What kind of plot is this?
Zhao Guangli threw the diary casually next to the corpse, still holding the diary paper filled with curses written hoarsely in his hand.
"Never mind." Zhao Guangli crumpled the papers into a ball and threw them away into the distance.
¡°The top priority now is to get out of this hellish place.¡±
Although Zhao Guangli was wrapped in some weird emotions at the moment, he did not forget his original plan. He pushed open the school door of the shack. There was some viscous liquid remaining on the wooden door of the shack, giving people a sense of Uncomfortable feeling.
At the door of the shack, the dead tree is still growing. In this dark place, it grows strangely like a dying person.
In the distance, the giant dead tree that the original monster turned into is still there. In the dark mist, only a rough outline can be revealed. There is a black hat hanging on the highest point of the giant dead tree. As it becomes empty, The wind twists itself back and forth.
Zhao Guangli looked at the scene in front of him, his expression changed slightly.
Something is wrong.
Something is wrong.
"Why didn't the fog dissipate after the monster died?" Zhao Guangli's face slowly turned gloomy. He held the black dagger in front of his chest to make himself feel more at ease: "Why is it still there? This fog exists!¡±
The sounds of the surrounding water ghosts gradually became quieter and even disappeared, but Zhao Guangli did not feel safe.
On the contrary, now should be the dangerous moment.
The black mist can drive away the water ghosts in the swamp, because of the female monster.
The female monster died inexplicably, and the fog dissipated, so the water ghosts gathered again.
Now, these fogs appear again, with a sticky and terrifying meaning, completely filling the entire woods and darkness.
"younger sister."
"younger sister."
"where are you?"
I don¡¯t know where, an old and cold voice slowly crawled out from the depths of darkness, as if insects were eating the bark of a tree.
At the same time, it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps, like the soles of feet scratching across the rough ground, amplified in the quiet darkness.
Zhao Guangli¡¯s face turned pale in an instant.
This time, it was completely white.
The same voice!
Exactly the same as the female monster from before!
"elder sister."
Zhao Guangli did not hesitate at this moment. He quickly returned to the dilapidated shack. This was the only choice he could make at the moment.
There are unknown areas all around. In a place like [Blackwater Swamp], you can't take any chances.
¡°At least now, after the death of the original female monster named Gina, this shack similar to a nest is at least safe.
"It's that monster's sister!"
"That guy! Sure enough he has a sister!"
Zhao Guangli quickly took out the map. The two points marked with skulls were so close that they could almost be regarded as one point.
"There are two monsters"
Zhao Guangli murmured to himself.
He leaned against the dilapidated shack door. The wooden debris on the door shook off layer by layer, and the pale moonlight shone in through the gaps.
Zhao Guangli was facing the corpse.
The body of Harlan Bode was in a strange posture, as if it was mocking Zhao Guangli.
Slowly, the footsteps not far away became louder and louder.
Those footsteps were not human, Zhao Guangli was sure.
The sound of the soles of the feet touching the ground is like a dagger cutting holes in the skin. The glued gaps absorb the small stones on the ground, making people feel helpless and painful.
Zhao Guangli opened his eyes wide and held his breath.
"younger sister."
The voice became louder, and the owner of the voice seemed to have discovered something. It became a bit sadder, and became more hoarse and distorted.
Click
Click
The sound of footsteps became heavier and heavier.
Until, he stopped behind Zhao Guangli.
Zhao Guangli¡¯s face turned pale and he did not dare to move at all.
He turned his back to the wooden door, and the moonlight filtered through the cracks in the wooden door and shone on the floor in front of him, revealing the shadow of a woman's head.
A twisted head of a woman wearing a black hat.
Da da da.
There was a slow knock on the door, and a shaking feeling spread to Zhao Guangli's back.
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