hunter rule

Zhao Guangli could never get used to this kind of fright.

In such endless darkness, terrifying things emerge one after another, and the corpse in front of me can be considered one of them.

This is a young boy, about the same age as Zhao Guangli. At this moment, the corpse is sitting on a stone chair, facing the table in front of him. It seems that this man was still there during his lifetime.

It's like eating happily.

Zhao Guangli calmed down from his panic and walked slowly and cautiously. The table was covered with maggots and rotting animal carcasses, and black grease flowed from a crack on the table.

"This thing...can he eat it?" Zhao Guangli covered his nose and frowned.

The boy's body was slightly decomposed, which was natural in such a humid environment, but his clothes made Zhao Guangli look a little suspiciously.

The clothes of this corpse were pure black and looked quite gorgeous and exquisite, not like a style that ordinary people could afford.

And such clothes are somewhat similar to the clothes of people in the steam age. Unlike the attendant who died next to the carriage before, this corpse should be wearing regular clothes of this era.

In the darkness, Zhao Guangli also discovered golden lines on the corpse's clothes, proving that the owner of the corpse had some wealth when he was alive.

"The time of death... is difficult to judge." Zhao Guangli used a black dagger to gently push away the corpse's rotting hands that were still on the table. The scene was very intense, but Zhao Guangli still persisted.

"Since this guy died in this shack, he should have been tricked into the house by the monster and killed." Zhao Guangli paid attention to not letting the body touch his hand while analyzing it carefully on the other side.

With.

That monster has the ability to control black mist and create illusions. This man must have been deceived by the illusion.

Zhao Guangli sighed.

This corpse looked extremely terrifying, and the golden hair was still there, showing that he was originally a Westerner.

But now he died in a place like this. Judging from Zhao Guangli's thoughts, this man's death time should not have been long.

Because, on this man's chest, there was a symbolic mark similar to a leaf, and such marks existed on every corpse of the carriage attendant at the intersection where Zhao Guangli woke up.

In this way, this man should be acting with his original self in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Guangli's eyes became sharper. He stared at the corpse's chest, frowned, and then took a deep breath.

"This guy is so well-dressed..."

"Probably not an ordinary person."

In the darkness, a young boy changed his hands with a black dagger without hesitation and gently cut open the clothes of the corpse. Despite his reluctance, Zhao Guangli still did it meticulously.

There were silver coins on this corpse. Zhao Guangli took out the silver coins he found on the carriage before, compared them, and showed a clear look.

"It shouldn't be wrong. These should be the currencies of this world."

The front has a pattern of purple gold flowers, and the back has a man's head, but in the dark, Zhao Guangli couldn't see it clearly.

But Zhao Guangli didn't care, and gently threw the silver coins on the ground, making a jingling sound.

In the current situation, these currencies will not play any role in your own safety. On the contrary, these silver coins are not light in weight. If you really encounter something dangerous, they will only hinder your escape.

"These are..." Zhao Guangli took out three black scrolls from the corpse's pocket at this moment. These scrolls seemed to be integrated with the environment at this time. He gently touched the opening of the black scroll with his fingers.

At the joint, there was a strange light sliding in the darkness, and then disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Guangli is not stupid. Although he doesn't know what the purpose of these scrolls is, he knows very well that they must be good things. After touching the corpse for so long, he finally touched something that is consistent with the setting of this world.

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Zhao Guangli has been running away since waking up in the darkness.

From the verses on the yellowed parchment to the appearance of the water ghost and the woman, they all seemed to describe the shape of the world.

Monsters that do not exist in the original world, and the word "extraordinary" that all objects point to.

Zhao Guangli held the three black scrolls in his hand and gently placed them on his waist.

"Super...ordinary?"

Zhao Guangli muttered softly, with a dazed expression on his green and thin face.

At this moment, a black notebook was slowly revealed on the chest of the corpse.

The notebook is quite well-preserved. The black cover seems to have marks carved with paint, and the delicate outlines reveal that the original owner of this notebook was probably a wealthy man.

Zhao Guangli reached out and picked up the black notebook.

This is a... diary.

Although it's not the right time, Zhao Guangli still wants to say something... Who can a serious person keep a diary?

The handwriting in the diary is not pretty, and can only be described as barely legible. There are various pictures on it, indicating that the owner of this diary is a teenager who is in adolescence.

Zhao Guangli opened the diary naturally. He didn't think there was anything wrong with reading a dead man's diary. On the contrary, he knew very well that this was a good opportunity for him to understand the world.

"In the 412th year of the Tianqi calendar, it was sunny on May 12th."

"I don't like Orientals."

"Those yellow-skinned and black-haired monkeys always have an inexplicable smell on their bodies, just like the smell of the swill buckets in the kitchen of Gatai Barbecue on Perfume Street."

"Oh my god."

"The great Master Harlan Bird has to go to school with those disgusting Orientals every day. It's really unbearable."

"If possible, I hope there won't be any yellow-skinned students in the entire Black Iron Castle Oak Academy."

"Of course...except Gu Xintong...Obviously, she is an exception."

Zhao Guangli continued to frown at this moment, and he felt that his brows would not be able to be healed for a while.

The earliest diary I found didn't contain much content, but the information that could be obtained was not that little for Zhao Guangli.

"This body should have died within the past few days. The diary is in very new condition, and it is not even half written." Zhao Guangli flipped through the second half of the black diary and determined the time.

At this moment, Zhao Guangli is in the 412th year of the Tianqi Calendar of this world.

"As expected, this world should be a social form of mixed Eastern and Western races." Zhao Guangli looked at the diary. It was obvious that the owner of this diary, Mr. Corpse sitting next to him at the moment, was an out-and-out person.

Buckle up racist.