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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 is...the 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 were full of strong anger and despair, and the handwriting was messy. It was completely obvious how much the person who wrote these sentences hated 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 without any trace of movement.

This world...is becoming more and more terrifying.

Looking at the diary, Zhao Guangli's expression became more solemn.

The owner of the diary, Harlan Bode, the wealthy son of Black Iron Castle, made preparations to pursue the extraordinary path and entered this [Blackwater Swamp] to search for the treasure on the legendary parchment, but unfortunately the result was

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.

The things that made Zhao Guangli's hair stand on end, but kept recalling 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 man without professional talent, to go into dangerous situations.

The parchment with the extraordinary treasure words 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 among 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.

"seem……"

"I am the so-called...Oriental 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.

Strange, really strange.

Zhao Guangli's right hand was slowly feeling pain again at this moment, and a line in the shape of an eye 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 body, 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 his chest to make himself feel more at ease: "Why is it still there?

This fog exists!"

The sounds of the water ghosts around him 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 appeared 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 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 didn't 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! He really does have 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 corpse 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 were not human footsteps, Zhao Guangli was sure.

The sound of the soles of the feet touching the ground is like a dagger cutting holes in the skin, and the adhesive 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 shriller, and became more hoarse and distorted.

Click...

Click...

The 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.

His back was 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.

"Excuse me...is anyone in there?"