hunter rule

Zhao Guangli's eyes moved slightly and he picked up the newspaper on the ground.

Compared with the newspaper in the previous stronghold, it appeared to be much wrinkled, and half of it had been completely wet, but the writing on it was still clearly visible. "It is the supplement of the previous newspaper... the current issue of the "Gadlin Times" , it also appears here.”

Zhao Guangli was thinking while thinking.

So, this attic here is also where the people from the military battle group who arrived in the Wanli Plain sixteen years ago lived?

Just a very strange point.

How on earth could such a hut be built in a place like the Filthy Plains where birds don't poop?

It’s not just a matter of materials. Do the people in the military department really need to build such a temporary residence like this?

Wouldn’t it be a better choice to continue using military equipment like simple strongholds?

In the quiet hall, the only sound left was Shen He's breathing.

At this moment, there was no cold wind blowing, and Shen He's breathing had become calmer, but his face still had an abnormal flush.

In front of Zhao Guangli, a wall clock that had stopped long ago was hung on the wall. The glass on the clock face was completely cracked, and the light reflected vaguely, reflecting Zhao Guangli's solemn expression.

"call."

"It's really, really bad."

Zhao Guangli thought so.

I originally thought that with the extraordinary strength of the trainee level, I would be able to at least relax a little bit, but I didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing as soon as I left the Black Iron Castle.

First, weird guys attacked the military train, causing him and Shen He to fall into the Wanli Plain.

This plain that stretches thousands of miles is full of no-man's land. Even Shen He, who is an official, cannot guarantee that he will make it out alive.

And then there’s…

All kinds of monsters.

By now, even Shen He has fallen.

It's really terrible.

Zhao Guangli held the crossbow blade and gently stepped onto the attic.

The floor is fairly solid, and there is a sound unique to wooden floors when you step on it.

The attic was slightly larger than he had imagined, and there wasn't much furniture. Zhao Guangli's hunter's senses were so strong that he didn't feel anything.

It's just pitch black.

Outside the glass window, there is still a hazy scene, really like the end of the world.

After stepping on the floor and making a sound, Zhao Guangli noticed that there was also a yellowish viscous liquid on the walls of the attic. It was everywhere, as if it was a natural part of the attic.

Walking into a room on the second floor, there was only a dirty bed in the center of the room, but there was nothing on the bed.

To the right of the bed is a closed wardrobe. It looks a bit shabby, with cracked wooden boards, and the interior can be vaguely seen.

Zhao Guangli approached cautiously and opened the door.

A black box fell at Zhao Guangli's feet.

"Black box...another one?"

Zhao Guangli had only seen this kind of thing specially made by the military not long ago. He picked up the black box and glanced around him.

Nothing at all.

but……

From the very beginning, I felt like I was being watched.

Is it an illusion?

Zhao Guangli's expression remained unchanged, and his fighting spirit was poured into his extraordinary gloves.

Five minutes later.

Zhao Guangli breathed a sigh of relief, holding the yellowed note in his hand, and threw the black box to the other side.

"In the three hundred and ninety-sixth year of the Tianqi calendar, it was sunny on September 14th."

"Speaking of which, I actually don't know if the weather is sunny today. In a place like the Dirty Plains, you can't see the sun, you can't see the light... you can't see anything, so I just hope it's sunny today, that's all. .”

"On the sixth day without falling asleep, fortunately, I can still persist for a while, with the help of my slate monster [Hut in the Forest], but... what's the point of persisting?"

"Today during the day, while I was out exploring, I saw the leader."

"It's really bad."

The writing here is extremely sloppy.

"That's no longer Captain Gaoli of the Military Expedition Team, Ranch Chapter, then..."

"That's the humanoid demon [Meal Knife] wearing that military armor."

"Would I also become like that? Either I would be corrupted by the power of demons, or I would die in a nightmare."

"Haha, if Captain Gaoli is still alive, he will definitely say, 'Sulin,' you are wasting the military's communication resources."

"I'm just a little sad. I'm still so young and I just graduated from Kaihuangyuan. Why do I have to die here?"

"Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that it is worthless."

By the end of the message, the owner who wrote these contents had begun to scribble on the paper randomly, and his mental state had reached the edge of collapse.

Zhao Guangli looked at the information in front of him carefully.

It's the same again, the black box left by the only surviving member of the ranch war group named Sulin.

The contents recorded inside are very confusing, but they further reveal the face of the filthy plain.

These contents were probably left over from 16 years ago. The cabinets just now were all covered with traces of dust, showing how old they were.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli chose to digest this information, right now.

The first thing is that this person named Su Lin seems to be a newcomer who has just graduated from a certain college. It is precisely because of this that the key information left behind does not appear to be very professional.

If someone like Shen He comes, he will definitely compress the information about himself to the minimum, or even not mention it at all.

Students who have just graduated do have a stronger sense of self.

Second, mentioned above in the information, the humanoid monster wearing military armor was called a "dinner knife" by Su Lin.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Guangli did indeed see a [table knife] piercing through the body of the humanoid demon in the black mist.

Shen He once said when he was fighting against the demon that the monster in front of him was a demonized professional. Now it seems that even the origin has been found.

In addition to the naturally born monsters in this world, there are also more monsters that have been transformed by human beings due to abnormalities. [Three-Headed Priest] is an obvious example. Now in front of Zhao Guangli, there is also a [Table Knife]

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No wonder that guy is so strong.

"Of course, there's one last thing."

Zhao Guangli showed a thoughtful expression.

Being polluted by the demon's aura, because the demon factor in the body is higher than the threshold, it becomes a demon. Zhao Guangli is clear about this, but what about the death of a nightmare that Su Lin said.

At least, there must be a reason why Su Lin insists on not falling asleep.

Will anything bad happen if you sleep in such a place?

Zhao Guangli's expression moved slightly.

No, Shen He should be considered sleeping now, right?

Zhao Guangli turned around and walked downstairs. At this moment, suddenly, a strange breath came.

At the same time, [Black Hunter] seemed to suddenly wake up and began to vibrate violently.

The obvious demonic aura overflowed, as if it were real.

"what's the situation!"

Zhao Guangli's steps flashed and he looked at the wall of the hut.

What spread out was a yellow sticky substance.

It looks like...

saliva.