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"The secrets buried in deserted lakes."

"Darkness illuminates the stinking reef."

"The water ghosts listen carefully to the indescribable."

"That's where the extraordinary begins."

Zhao Guangli's green face was illuminated by the moonlight that leaked through, as if his face was cut open like a knife blade.

These words are not Chinese characters, but records similar to English that have never been seen before, but the strange thing is that Zhao Guangli can actually understand these words.

"What is this? A curse from the Middle Ages?"

Zhao Guangli looked at the contents on the parchment and gently poked his head out of the carriage.

There was a smell of grease inside the carriage, which was not a pleasant smell, but the surroundings of the carriage were silent, as if everything was wrapped in darkness. Only in the carriage could Zhao Guangli feel a sense of security.

Of course, it's only a small amount.

The content on the parchment is like a ballad, and the words and sentences are also slightly medieval, so it should be perfect for determining the era.

However, just relying on this parchment doesn't seem to be of much use. If you stay inside the carriage, God knows what will happen.

Zhao Guangli did not forget that before he traveled here and became the owner of this body, the carriage and these attendants in armor had already died.

The guards wearing Gothic armor had no obvious injuries on their bodies, but they all died violently without exception.

It was very unusual for such a situation to occur. Combined with the nonsense words on the parchment, Zhao Guangli felt that things were a bit strange no matter how he looked at them.

"no."

Zhao Guangli coughed lightly and tried hard to get out of the carriage. It had to be said that the quality of this body was indeed much better than Zhao Guangli's original body.

It's not the body that lacked exercise before. There are vague muscles in the curves of the body, which can be regarded as powerful.

Standing in front of the corpse, Zhao Guangli took a deep breath, then endured the discomfort while groping for the corpse on the ground.

As is always the case, the first step is always difficult.

These corpses that had been dead for who knows how long have already become cold under such a night sky, and touching the corpses has become a difficult task.

Fortunately, the black dagger he had obtained earlier came into play at this time. After spending about ten minutes removing some personal belongings, Zhao Guangli finally found something useful.

Zhao Guangli picked up the iron sword next to the body of the attendant on the ground. The iron sword was filled with chill. In the original world, a weapon like this must have been a controlled knife, but now it looks a little ugly and a little curved.

Deformation.

Almost every weapon is like this, as if there is an invisible ghost twisting the iron swords of these attendants.

Zhao Guangli did not relax. He threw the iron sword aside and placed a piece of yellow-brown parchment on the damp ground.

It's not a parchment with weird songs written on it, but a map.

A map retrieved from the corpse of a certain servant leader.

In the wild, it is also very important to know the direction, and Zhao Guangli knows this very well.

If you want to survive, you have to do the right things.

Zhao Guangli stood up, opened his fingers, and slowly lifted the map.

"If I read it correctly, I am currently on a certain path in the [Blackwater Swamp]."

Zhao Guangli frowned slightly as he read.

The annotations on this map are not as clear as those in Zhao Guangli's original world. The entire map is almost vague and indicates the general direction, nothing more.

Zhao Guangli's current location is somewhere in the swamp of the map [Blackwater Swamp].

All kinds of weird and obscure map symbols gave Zhao Guangli a headache. More importantly, there was no location of the town marked on this map. They were all the directions of a single path in the [Blackwater Swamp]. Apart from this

There is a path, and the entire Blackwater Swamp is in darkness.

Zhao Guangli roughly recognized where he was. He raised his head and his expression became a little solemn.

There is no area outside the [Blackwater Swamp], and there is not even a mark other than this small road. This makes Zhao Guangli have no idea where to go. In such darkness, encountering beasts is extremely dangerous.

What's more, this team showed no signs of being attacked by wild beasts.

etc……

Zhao Guangli's eyes were a little wandering.

I seem to be on the same team as these guys, at least... everyone wears the same boots. Why are these guys all dead, but I survive.

Zhao Guangli subconsciously looked at his right hand. In the center of the palm of his right hand, strange patterns were flowing.

It seems to be really like a living creature.

"By the way...what exactly is this?"

Zhao Guangli sighed softly.

The surrounding withered trees seemed to be dying patients, making terrifying noises, and several unknown animal sounds were heard in the darkness. Zhao Guangli stepped on the fallen leaves on the ground, held the black dagger in his hand, and examined it with his left hand.

map.

"On this map, there are about three points marked in total."

Zhao Guangli's eyes were serious, and under the moonlight, he looked meticulous.

The two skull symbols are on the left and front of Zhao Guangli respectively. According to the vague markings on the map, it can be seen that the front seems to be the main body of [Blackwater Swamp].

"Does it mean...danger?" Zhao Guangli thought calmly.

The third mark is a treasure mark, which is quite crudely drawn. Just past the two skull marks, a huge lake is highlighted on the map.

This lake has been marked with a red mark, which makes it particularly eye-catching.

"In that case, this is a treasure."

Zhao Guangli said softly, looking at the route of the carriage, the context of the story was gradually sorted out by Zhao Guangli.

If the guess was correct, the original purpose of this group of people should be the huge lake deep in the [Blackwater Swamp].

"The secret buried in the deserted lake..."

Zhao Guangli's expression was stern.

The original self should have been preparing to go to the lake to find treasures with them. However, due to unknown reasons, everyone in the team except himself had died.

Somewhat dangerous...

No……

very dangerous.

This feeling does not seem to be that of the Middle Ages in a pure sense. Zhao Guangli had a vague feeling like this.

Now, it was time to make a decision.

Waiting for rescue inside the carriage.

Leave towards the unknown area in the opposite direction to the treasure.

And go looking for the so-called treasures on the map.

Only these three options were placed in front of Zhao Guangli.