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The despair on the paper almost overflowed from the paper.
"Originally, Zhao Guangli's father should have died of a curse.
The hunter¡¯s curse.
"Curse is the source of professional strength for hunters, but it will bring bad luck. I'm afraid this is a real thing.
Zhao Guangli¡¯s heart was cast into a shadow.
Putting a few pieces of paper back on the table, Zhao Guangli squatted down and opened the drawers of the table one by one.
Most of the drawers were just miscellaneous items, arranged in a messy manner. There were a few copper coins and some mechanical gadgets whose functions Zhao Guangli could not see.
There is almost no interior decoration, and only many traces of life can be seen.
The former Zhao Guangli must have lived here for a long time.
The mottled stains on the tabletop are mixed with the sense of age.
¡°Before entering Oak College, Zhao Guangli had always lived in this place.¡±
Zhao Guangli put his hand on his chin and thought carefully.
¡°Zhao Guangli¡¯s father and grandfather were both apprentice-level hunters. However, when I came to this era, they were all dead.¡±
"No matter what, in a place like Black Iron Castle, apprentice level professionals can be considered big shots, but they still haven't survived."
Zhao Guangli looked at the yellowed wall while continuing to think.
The Zhao family has always been troubled by a certain premature aging curse, which should be a matter of these generations.
However, the level of the premature aging curse is actually not high.
The fact that it can be covered by the Lake Lady Curse at the apprentice level shows that the releaser of the premature aging curse has not reached the apprentice level. To be more precise, it is not as strong as the Lake Lady in the Prism Lake deep in [Blackwater Swamp].
Such a weak curse has no chance of affecting the Zhao family, which has trainee-level professionals, so the information previously obtained about the Zhao family's curse should have little to do with this curse.
According to the information on the paper, the curse mentioned by Zhao Heng should be a curse released by a more powerful existence.
That is an existence that even the trainee level cannot compete with.
"Family Notes"
At this time, Zhao Guangli paid special attention to these words.
"The records in the family notesaccessoriesofficial-level roads."
Zhao Guangli suddenly thought about it.
From the description, Zhao Guangli can know that there should be a book called Family Notes here.
This book records the advancement path of the hunter profession and should be the inheritance of the Zhao family.
"It seems that the first goal now is to find the family diary."
Zhao Guangli looked around and felt that there was nothing worth paying attention to, then he walked out of the room gently.
At this moment, the closed window has become dim without knowing when.
Time passed quickly, and it was almost night, which made Zhao Guangli feel a little uneasy.
Through the window, it was almost impossible to see the scenery in the distance. Only a few scattered lights in the distance could be vaguely seen, giving Zhao Guangli a small sense of security.
At this moment, Zhao Guangli took out a kerosene lamp from his cloth bag, then slid the gear buckle to light it.
In the darkness, a warm light finally emerged.
The whole house has only three floors in total. Zhao Guangli is currently on the second floor. The house is not too big, but it has a vague aura of weirdness.
Following the groaning sounds from the dilapidated stairs, Zhao Guangli silently walked upward.
The space on the third floor gradually appeared in front of Zhao Guangli.
The third floor is not divided into rooms, but exists as an attic.
Countless rectangular boxes are piled here, making it almost impossible to get down.
Not far away, facing the direction of Zhao Guangli, was a mirror. The mirror reflected Zhao Guangli's face, illuminated by a kerosene lamp, looking pale and frightened.
The smell of corruption was most obvious on the third floor. The twisted stench was almost unacceptable to Zhao Guangli.
There is a thick layer of dust on the ground without any footprints. This level of dust cannot be accumulated in a few months. This is enough to prove that even if Zhao Guangli once lived here, he did not reach the third level. Come upstairs.
Zhao Guangli waved his hand, but it was not able to dispel the stench. The strong smell in the entire space almost made people sick.
Because there are no windows in the attic, the atmosphere here is extremely depressing.
Black boxes were scattered around, some large and some small. In Zhao Guangli's field of vision, these things seemed to be coffins.
"Did the original Zhao Guangli live in a place like this?"
Zhao Guangli looked at the things in front of him, and the stench in the air became more and more corrupt.
"Where does this smell come from?"
Zhao Guangli walked past these boxes, and there were a lot of debris piled up behind them. Wooden boards, sticks, and some long-abandoned clothes were all piled up here without any order.
"That's not right."
Zhao Guangli¡¯s eyes flashed across the scene in front of him: ¡°The source of the stench¡¡±
"It seems to be these black coffin-like boxes."
It has to be said that it is absolutely impossible for normal people to place something similar to a coffin on the top floor of their home. These boxes come in large and small sizes. The largest one occupies almost one-third of the entire third floor, while the smallest one occupies almost one-third of the entire third floor. , just about the size of a dog cage.
"What are these things"
As Zhao Guangli approached the largest black box, the smell of corruption became more intense.
A dark seal was affixed to the black box.
The wooden boards of the box were tightly sealed, and there was no way to see what was inside. Zhao Guangli tapped it cautiously, and only a muffled sound came out.
Open it, naturally it must be opened.
But in this weird situation, it¡¯s best to be cautious.
According to Zhao Guangli's perception, there is no spiritual energy or fighting spirit inside, nothing at all.
But where does this smell come from?
Zhao Guangli groped along the huge black coffin box. Under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Zhao Guangli saw a light-colored logo on the corner of the box.
Although the color was very light, so light that it almost affected normal reading, Zhao Guangli still vaguely recognized the two words.
¡°¡Witch¡.¡±
Witch?
Zhao Guangli was a little confused. He held the kerosene lamp and carefully looked at the black box in front of him that was much taller than himself. In his mind, he subconsciously recalled the wrinkled face and limbs in the [Blackwater Swamp] that day. Abnormal monster.
After just thinking for a while, Zhao Guangli decided.
He tapped the black box gently, his face expressionless.
Then, in the next second, his fist punched hard towards the inside.
The huge force directly broke the entire coffin-like box, and a dry and sticky feeling appeared instantly.
Zhao Guangli slowly took back his right hand. At this moment, there were some strange wooden debris on his right hand.
Those don¡¯t seem to be fragments of the box.
Zhao Guangli looked inside through the cracks in the box.
A deep eye socket with no eyeball visible quietly emerged from the depths of the crack, staring blankly at the young man in front of him. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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