"In the spring of the fourth year of the new calendar of the Divine Comedy, in the same year that the new Pope Roosevelt was inaugurated, my mother and sister and I, with my father's three favorite hounds before his death, bought an old castle near the town of Kathorn. The castle had passed through more than three owners, but it was just right for our purse, and because it was in the middle of nowhere, I didn't have to interact with the sour-smelling inferiors, and it was perfect in every way. ”

"Although even the seller is not sure when the castle was built, a local fisherman, when paying the rent for the use of the river, told us that he had seen it when he was a child in the sixty-sixth year of the Divine Comedy Calendar, when he was a child, and he had been fishing on the river with his father."

"In the last years of the Divine Comedy, about ten years ago, a couple from the distant kingdom of Arrahand bought it and transformed it into a real castle, buying a lot of slaves and peasants, trying to turn the nearby wilderness into farmland and flowers."

"According to the current seller, the couple almost succeeded, and now there seems to be a desolate place all around, once full of crops and a variety of flowering plants—and the reason why they almost all succeed is that the slaves and peasants they owned began to disappear slowly after a while, and they disappeared as if they had disappeared completely, completely irretrievable."

"I told the seller that the escape of the slave was a big deal, and that no far-sighted lord would tolerate such a thing in his domain, and it seemed to me that with the ability of the couple to do so. Doesn't look like someone who is so forgetful that he forgets to make a request to a lord. ”

Hearing my statement, the seller suddenly vaguely resigned. Didn't say much, just shook his head and said good things about the couple. After the mother paid the remaining money, she left the contract and left without looking back. This was a strange act for both my mother and me, but who cares about him, I still can't believe that we are so happy to have bought such a cheap castle......"

This is obviously a diary, and according to the time, the girl who wrote this diary in the fourth year of the new calendar of the Divine Comedy. It must have been the previous owner of this castle, and now it is very likely, it should be, most likely dead, and even the corpse, if any, should be left with only bones.

Fingertips gently swept the page, and was about to turn the next page, when Zhu Shubing suddenly felt a chill roll across her back, the cold wind was biting, and even penetrated through her armor!

This moment. Zhu Shubing's head was blank, she didn't even have time to think about suspicion, and the long sword directly slashed behind her with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and the long sword was fast and accurate. The drop point is at the place where the neck of the normal human race should grow.

If there was really someone behind her, this sword would indeed be cut down, and the next moment it would be blood spraying all over the sky.

However, when she turned around with a slash. But he was puzzled to find that there was nothing strange behind him at all. The character has not diminished in the slightest in terms of statistics, as if the chill is just an illusion caused by her mental stress.

Chen Liu, who was slow to react, turned around at this time. asked nervously, "Sister Bing, what's wrong?" ”

"No, it's nothing, it's just that I'm too sensitive." Zhu Shubing shook his head, lightly withdrew the long sword in his hand, turned around with a solemn expression, and read the diary again.

It's just that after turning a few pages in a row, Zhu Shubing found that there was not much content in the diary. If this is just a lack of words or a missing page, Zhu Shubing, as an experienced player in adventure, is also confident that he can guess the general content with Chen Liu.

The problem, however, is that most of the rest of the diary is stained red with blood, and the entire page is covered in the dark red of the dried blood, and not even half a word can be seen from it, let alone speculate.

The more he looked at it, the more unhappy Zhu Shubing's expression became. Her fingers quickly turned the page, and it was not until she was about to finish the diary that she said helplessly: "What is this, this diary doesn't even have half a point?" The reason for the haunting, their final result, and why the seller was vague, all of them were all covered by blood? ”

At this time, because he knew that his reaction was slow, Chen Liu, who was always engrossed in doing things, suddenly pressed Zhu Shubing's fingers that kept turning the page, and said, "Look, there is a small text here!" ”

"Huh?"

Zhu Shubing took a closer look, and sure enough, as Chen Liu said, on the page before the end of the diary, in the lower left corner of the page that was stained red with blood, someone hastily wrote a few lines in a font the size of a small insect:

"My sister is missing, and I haven't seen her since the night before! Damn, the gates of the castle were never opened at all, where the hell did she go!? Damn, I knew there was something wrong with this castle, but now I'm too lazy to care, sister! Where the hell are you! ”

Just reading between the lines, Zhu Shubing can feel how panicked the person who writes - the recorder who originally wrote with a single board and a beautiful font changed from the joy of buying the castle at the beginning to the fear when he wrote this text, which is enough to make people feel inexplicably cold.

What's going on in this castle......

Thinking of this, Zhu Shubing's heart was slightly cold, and he hurriedly turned the back page.

"Oh my God, I finally found my sister today, but she couldn't see me anymore - her eyes and mouth were sewn with red needles and threads, and she couldn't even move her body. But I didn't dare to save my sister, and although the secret room she was in was obviously unguarded and didn't seem to be in danger, the mage's intuition clearly told me, Qian! Ten thousand! Other! Enter! Go! ”

Taking a deep breath and knowing that he had finally come to the point, Zhu Shubing flipped through several pages of his red-dyed diary. She guessed that it was mostly the recorder trying to rescue her sister, and she immediately flipped to the next page, and there were not many pages left in the diary.

"Damn! Damn it! Damn it!

Mother is crazy, oh my God, who else can walk around the whole castle, who else is stronger than me! I should have thought about it a long time ago! Damn, I, as a trainee magician, didn't even find out until this point......

It's too late now, I can feel it, they're sleeping here and they're already looking at us, it's too late, now, I just hope the teacher will receive my ......"

The rest of the text was stained with blood, and not a single word was written until the last page. Yes, just a few yellowed pieces of paper and the family sigil of three intertwined holly trees carved into the cover with a knife.

At this moment, a system prompt suddenly sounded in Zhu Shubing's mind. (To be continued......)