Chapter 1547 Indescribable Object

The diary is very long, and it records the process of her grandmother growing up from an ignorant girl. The inexplicable feelings made Connie's mood fluctuate.

The fetters and separations between the grandmother and the master are not like a pair of lovers, but more like a contest between a wanderer and a follower.

They have never expressed their hearts to each other, and even the dialogue is extremely limited.

Because every conversation will be recorded in detail in the diary, even including his demeanor and tone when speaking, as if to remember his voice, appearance and appearance.

Her grandmother was humble.

But he is also doing all these happily and happily, as if he is chasing faith.

As a child Connie had heard her grandmother tell the story of no publisher, more than once.

It's just that she never knew that in the stories told by her grandmother, even if she was not a witness, she was also a close bystander.

As for the increasingly powerful master in the grandmother's diary, he was once so domineering and unparalleled, but he also had tenderness like water.

Connie finally came to her senses after reading more than half of the first diary. Judging from the time, she should probably browse the diary backwards to find the diary related to his brother faster.

But just as Connie closed the notebook, she accidentally turned to a diary page that was scrawled and full of redactions.

Grandma's handwriting is very beautiful, and there are few alterations and revisions in the diary.

But this page of the diary is extremely scribbled and chaotic, and there are several entire lines of scribbles, and the stroke of the pen almost pierces through the paper, like a bloody book written on that piece of cloth.

"What's the matter?" Connie looked at the scribbled handwriting, she could almost feel her grandmother's fear, and looked at it with some anxiety.

"Crazy! Crazy! They're all crazy...

Around the altar they were dancing a terrible dance, shouting with strange noises.

There were many miserable people hanging upside down on the gallows. Everyone...including the children had weird and excited smiles on their faces, and their red eyes seemed to be possessed by the devil, jumping and screaming tirelessly.

A terrible shadow enveloped the entire Eba tribe, and in that shadow, I seemed to see some kind of indescribable thing with an octopus-like head and... (a mess of redactions,

Pen and ink cover almost all text)

It must be the devil!

They worshiped evil gods, sold their souls to the devil, and fell into madness.

They spotted us and started charging towards us...

They want to eat us, and through their eyes, I can tell they see us as food.

Rex stood in my way and told them to back off.

But they were indifferent to this, just like hungry wolves, they still rushed towards us.

I saw the terrifying existence in the shadow that seemed to be staring at us. The moment I looked at each other, I saw death, and also saw an extremely ancient and vast world, where... A few words such as city and sea can be vaguely recognized.)

died……

all dead...

They started killing each other in a frenzy, and Rex took me to the heights.

We heard horrible voices from the valley, and I could feel his fear, and we cuddled together, but felt fear and cold from each other.

The terrible sound lasted until the early morning of the next day before it gradually dissipated, and the shadow covering the Eba tribe had also dissipated without a trace.

We went back to the valley again and saw an extremely terrifying scene...

Almost all the people in the tribe died, and the death conditions were extremely miserable. Most of the people should have died from biting each other, and almost no complete corpse was seen.

But there are still some people who did not die. They smelled our breath and attacked us frantically again.

This time, Rex didn't run away.

He killed those orcs who had fallen into madness, then lit a fire, and took me away from there...

The devil in the shadows killed everyone in the tribe of Eba...

This is a terrible deal...a terrible sacrifice...

..."

The diary came to an abrupt end, and Connie slowly put the diary on her lap. She felt that her back and forehead were wet with cold sweat, her heart was filled with fear, and the terrifying scene kept popping up in her mind.

It turns out that the Eba tribe was not slaughtered by the master, but by a strange and terrifying sacrifice.

It's just that the only two witnesses of this incident did not tell the truth to the public.

Perhaps the existence glimpsed in that shadow is too terrifying, so that they dare not mention it to the outside world, and even bear the notoriety of a murderous madman.

"What is that devil in the shadow?" Connie frowned, hesitated, and continued to look down the diary.

For the next many days, the diary was not updated, and occasionally there was a sentence or two in the record, which also read: "I dreamed of that terrible place again today..."

The diary does not record what the dream was, but her grandmother was plagued by this terrible dream for a full year before starting to write a new diary.

Unpublisher was notorious for slaughtering the Eba tribe. Even in the chaotic era of tribal wars, he became the public enemy of the orc tribe.

The grandmother was therefore grounded by the great-grandfather and not allowed to leave the tribe.

This three-year pursuit seems to have come to an end.

Just like what he said that day when he sent her to the cliff outside the tribe, watching the sunset: "Maybe, we won't see each other again."

Since then, my grandmother has never seen him again.

Of course, very few people in this world will see him again.

Three years later, she married the youngest and bravest warrior of the tribe, who later became the chief of the tribe, that is, his grandfather.

The life after marriage was peaceful and elegant, without madness and danger, and she never left the tribe again.

The diary is like running water, and there is a bit of happiness in the ordinary, but compared with before, it seems to be a bit less flavorful.

The important events of the Falk tribe and Connie's familiar names appeared in the diary, but she was like a passer-by, recording all these flatly, without throbbing.

Neither Rex's name nor that dreadful night appeared in the diary again.

Connie put down the first journal, picked up the third notebook, and flipped straight to the middle and back.

When she saw that she was born, her grandmother seemed very happy, but she wrote in the diary: "It's a black and ugly little guy, but what can I do, after all, it's my granddaughter, I hope I can grow up Become more beautiful. Little Connie, this name was given to you by your grandmother, grow up quickly, and you must see the outside world in the future."

"Eh..." Connie looked at the dark and ugly description, was silent for a long time, and then silently turned a page.

In the following diaries, she became the most frequent character. She learned to speak for the first time, walked for the first time, changed her teeth for the first time...all of which can be found in the grandmother's diary.

Tears rolled down from the corners of Connie's eyes, pattering onto the beautiful handwriting on the parchment.

Turning back, suddenly, the style of the page was repeated again, and the scribbled handwriting appeared again.

"Fei Dinan killed the dog and hung him on the gallows. The existence in the shadow...appeared again..."

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