Chapter 337 336. Every Word in the Diary Says Eat——

Fifty kilometers away from Dongkaini Fishing Port, the ruins of this fishing port are lying here silently, with no ships or people on the water.

Not to mention intelligent creatures, in fact Mo Cheng didn't even find a few living things here, not even the lowest insects.

There was complete silence, a deathly quiet area, which made Mo Cheng feel a little scared in his heart.

He didn't like this scene. This weird atmosphere reminded him of some unfriendly horror games.

Compared with Western-style slasher-type horror films that are full of blood and can be seen and touched, this kind of simple environmental rendering implies that the narrow environment of the walkway in Kowloon Walled City is second only to Mo Cheng's dislike list. The iron door was opened, and there were red candles, paper money, and a blurry black and white photo on the table inside.

It's not fear, it's just a simple dislike, just like other people don't like coriander.

"I don't believe this environment is not a horror-type copy."

The surrounding environment has already explained a lot of problems. The entrance environment of [dungeon] can reveal its contents to players. It is desolate, dead, and dilapidated. If it can create such an environment, the things in [dungeon] may not be low in difficulty.

Mo Cheng is not worried about how strong the enemy is. What he is worried about is that this is an exploration and decryption type dungeon. If this is the case, he has no advantage at all.

Although he has seen the exploration and decryption type dungeon clearance video made by others on the forum, he has only seen it. As we all know, watching does not mean knowing.

Not to mention that the video produced is for the sake of program effect and will not explain the decryption method too deeply.

Mo Cheng knew his own business very well. What he was good at was to start fighting as soon as he entered the door, from beginning to end. Even if there were any special mechanisms, it didn't matter.

As long as it's a battle, he is willing to spend time and effort to clear the level.

"It's here." Looking at the surrounding environment, Mo Cheng sighed softly, "Let's take a look at the quality of this copy first."

There were not many clues about the dungeon. No matter what kind of dungeon it was, Mo Cheng had to give it a try. If he wanted to upgrade and become stronger, he had no choice.

Standing within the area of ​​the former site of East Kaini Fishing Port, a sudden wave of waves was like a tide, sweeping away everything in the former site of East Kaini Fishing Port. After the wave subsided, nothing was left.

There are no traces of human footsteps, nor any signs of biological survival, leaving only the ruins of a dilapidated fishing port.

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"Well……"

Mo Cheng felt as if he had been thrown into a maximum-power drum washing machine. His brain was groggy and his sense of direction was lost. It was a bit like seasickness or a hangover.

Struggling to stand up, Mo Cheng found that he was in a certain room. The candle provided a light that was not bright. It seemed to be due to the poor quality of the burning wire. Sparks kept jumping out of the flames of the candle, and then again. Fall into the candle.

But every spark that jumps out and falls will make the already weak candlelight even dimmer, like a rope hanging a shaky weight. I don’t know when this life-saving straw will break.

Mo Cheng can now confirm that this will probably be the same feeling when entering the dungeon in the future. When he went to the [Mad King's Rebellion] before, Mo Cheng thought it was an anomaly caused by returning to the historical fragments of the past.

But now it is certain that entering the dungeon is so uncomfortable.

After observing the room, he found that the house was not big and had wooden furniture. Due to the dim candlelight, he could only see things around the table.

There is a basin of water on the table, whether it is for washing your face or drinking.

Next to Qingshui, there was a palm-sized booklet. The window was blocked by thick cloth, and he didn't know whether it was day or night.

Silently observing his surroundings, Mo Cheng found that his clothes were made of burlap, and even the style was loose, light and easy to work with.

There was no mirror in the room, so Mo Cheng used the basin of water as a mirror to observe his own appearance, and saw a face that was almost familiar yet unfamiliar.

It's familiar because the facial bones and some other things that cannot be faked are basically based on Mo Cheng's face. To say that it is unfamiliar is because this face has some traces of years of wind and frost.

The skin is rough, the pores are enlarged, and there are even wounds left by strenuous physical work. Calluses can also be seen on the hands and feet.

A hard worker and not living a very good life.

I picked up the booklet next to the basin and looked at it. I realized that it was a diary, but the handwriting was sloppy and there were many spelling errors.

It looks like he just learned to write.

[June 18, sunny. I spent ten copper eagles to buy a notebook from Old Paolo in the grocery store. Starting today, I will officially write a diary. Danina likes that guy from Falero to write long poems for her. What’s so great about that? I can also write. Tom told me that if I want to write poetry, I can first try keeping a diary. 】

[June 19, sunny. I went to work and earned eighty bronze eagles. 】

[June 20, it rained. The rain is a bit heavy, and Father Wilson asked me not to cut wood today. 】

[June 21st, it rained. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I heard that the bridge by the river has been broken. After the rain stops, I have to follow Father Wilson to repair the bridge. 】

The above content seems to be meaningless, simply recording my life, with almost only one sentence every day.

But Mo Cheng read it very seriously and had no intention of skipping over just a few pages.

Most of the contents of the entire diary are repetitive and monotonous daily routines, and ten days after writing the diary for the first time, the intervals between the diaries began to become longer, and it would take three, four, or even six or seven days to write a single sentence.

It wasn't until Mo Cheng turned to the last few pages that he unexpectedly discovered that it seemed to be stuck to something.

In order not to destroy the diary, Mo Cheng carefully separated the glued pages and then saw the densely packed text.

[September 20th, crazy, everyone crazy! Why is this happening? It wasn’t me who killed Danina, it was Falero. I saw him with my own eyes. Falero was biting Danina’s neck in the woods, like a hungry wolf. Why do they all say I killed Danina? 】

[Why are Danina and Falero’s heads on my table? 】

[The village chief and the sheriff did not arrest me. They just asked me to clean up the bodies scattered on the ground. Before the village chief left, he asked me to eat them as soon as possible. Eat them? Cannibalism? 】

[What crazy talk is that old drunkard talking about? ! Not only him, but Father Wilson also told me to eat them as soon as possible. Even when I walked out of the door, I often heard people talking secretly, advising me to eat them as soon as possible and not wait until they stink. 】

The handwriting on the diary became more and more messy. It was obvious that the original owner of the diary had regarded writing a diary as a way to vent his feelings after seeing crazy things.

Thanks for the tip of [Shrimp, Yam and Pig Heart]

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