The paper is very yellow and sloppy binding, and it looks like a standard street stall. Yinchen first opened the first thinner scroll, and there was a column of dark italics "Yin and Yang Liangyi Water Moist and Hezhen Sutra", turned the first page, densely packed with fly-headed small letters, and took a closer look at the original explanatory text that introduced the introduction of Yin and Yang Hezong and the situation of the sect, and there was a domineering and second strength of Lao Tzu in the world between the lines. One sentence that is repeatedly emphasized throughout the article is "But if you can let go of your senseless self-esteem and shame, and do what ordinary people are unwilling to do and disdain, you can quickly accumulate Taoism and cultivate positive results, and you can cultivate ten times, and it only takes three months." The arrogance of his tone made Yinchen laugh. At the bottom of that page, there was a line of blood-red scribbled handwriting, which looked like it should have been written by the girl herself, and she must have been in a disturbed mood when she wrote, Yun: "In July of the first year of Showa, this achievement was complete, and all kinds of unbearable things during the period were difficult to speak, but the power of the divine power was compared to the righteous path, but it was only three percent, woohoo! This life has gone astray, hopeless! Hopeless!" Yinchen looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh, the so-called exercises of Yin Yang and Hezong, just looking at the performance of the fans, you can know what kind of goods it is, this so-called introductory exercises, Yinchen really doesn't have the courage to open it and take a look!

He casually threw the book into a small pool of stagnant water on the ground, and the black ink water slowly soaked the entire book, turning all the records in it into a black dirty lump. Silver Dust picked up the second book, which was the same sallow-yellow paper and sloppy binding as the previous one, just a little thicker, and there was no handwriting on the cover.

Turning it over, there are only three words on the title page: Chu Fan'er.

Yinchen turned the first page regardless of it, and there were lines of crooked handwriting in his eyes, as if a young child who had just learned to lift a pen, and the things he described were just some childish and trivial things such as "I got a piece of candy today". Silver Dust immediately reacted, this is the girl's diary.

It's not right to peek into someone else's diary, provided that person is alive, of course. Yinchen turned this thought in his heart, closed the diary, and opened it from the middle, and it was already the time when the girl was ten years old.

Yinchen then looked down, looking at it, his nose was sour, and tears rolled in his eyes, almost falling. The ten-year-old girl, for the first time, experienced what a man was, but she was played by five or six mountain bandits with big shoulders and round waists, and what was even more terrifying was that the master, who had always treated her like a mother, was naked with her nearby to curry favor with these smelly bandits with dirty exits, and all this was just for "cultivation", in order to improve a little insignificant strength.

The girl spent almost half a diary to record that extremely terrifying day, from morning to night, she and her respected and beloved master swirled around the bodies of the five ugly fat men, until nightfall, the five of them were satisfied with throwing down the three gold ingots and leaving, poor ten-year-old girl, she did not get any of the three ingots until she was killed by silver dust.

This is the tragic experience of a ten-year-old girl, and the girl who experienced the nightmare "first" only lived a hellish life for the next three years.

The last half of the diary was about 200 pages, and the inhuman torture of the girl's body and mind was recorded, and even if Yinchen imagined it as a man, he felt that his hairs stood on end. It is the most complete and ruthless trampling and ravaging of a girl's self-esteem, it is the inhuman torture of rubbing a girl's pink body like plasticine, humiliating in every way, and playing with it wantonly, and then stepping under the leather boots and repeatedly crushing and ravaging until it completely turns into a puddle of rotten mud, and finally spit out a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm in disgust. Among the girl's diary, there are many captains, political envoys, soldiers, salt, grain, matches, etc., and there are also so-called romantic talents, literati, and even a few monks of "Xuanyun Temple", of course, not to mention Fang Tianhang of Shenjian Gate, Wang Shenhai and others, these people are all gentry and celebrities, heroes in the rivers and lakes, and they all have a good reputation of "chivalrous and righteous, saving hardships, and protecting one party", but the crimes they committed on the girl, just pulled out each other, it was enough to shoot them.

Every experience the girl recorded in her diary was very brief, just a few words, and Yinchen couldn't imagine what kind of pain and humiliation the girl faced when she experienced it herself. The "posture of serving the old man" recorded in the diary is simply a kind of torture in Yinchen's eyes, it is not only the inhuman horror that surpasses the girl's ability to bear, but also the supreme cruelty that even the imagination of the boy surpasses.

The human face and beast heart are clearly and undoubtedly exposed in the girl's diary, as if every dark word is soaked in the girl's blood, the girl's tears, the girl's screams and the girl's struggle. From the beginning, the girl still took the simple fantasy of "increasing cultivation, becoming a god as soon as possible, and controlling her own destiny" to bear it silently, gritted her teeth and insisted, and only secretly cried a few times in the dead of night, but later, in the last dozen pages of the diary, as a stick, as a "red flower envoy" Chu Fan'er, who holds the lives of the 48 junior new disciples under the Yin and Yang Hehe Sect, no longer has any illusions about the so-called cultivation, and she doesn't even have any hope for her body, and the only reason why she continues to repeat the reciprocating movement with those men is just to survive.

At the end of the diary, she no longer had any illusions about life, all her efforts, all her struggles, all her pretenses, all her forced smiles, just to survive, to survive pitifully, begging to survive every day.

Silver Dust stopped, and two lines of clear tears quickly and silently slid down his face, washing two large blurred wet stains on the last page of the diary. The last page of the diary was still blank, and before the girl could record what she had seen and heard today, she was killed by Silver Dust, and she was completely swallowed up by this dark world.

She would never have finished the page.

"The so-called feudal society, no matter how many famous mountains and rivers, how many splendid rivers, how many literati and writers, how many eternal swan songs, no matter how many palaces and thousands of miles of altars have been built, no matter how brilliant and splendid culture has been produced, just because of the so-called 'clan power, patriarchal power, husband power' triple oppression, just the cruel persecution of all women in the world, especially all girls, deserve to be vetoed, deserve to be crushed under the cannon of industrial civilization!!" For the first time, Silver Dust's mind had such a crazy thought, which was soaked in the blood and darkness of extreme fundamentalism, paranoia and madness, but it was so irrefutable. Silver Dust has traveled all the way since he crossed over, and almost every minute for more than four years, in addition to his poisonous homesickness, there is only this crazy society of cannibalism that he has seen. Bloodline, fame, these two things have become the supreme laws that can determine all people and everything in the world. These two artificially created, ethereal things, become supreme laws of fatalism over justice, over mercy, over mercy, over freedom, over all human talents and instincts, over all biological instincts, and even over all laws of nature. Fame is greater than justice, rules are greater than heaven and earth, hierarchy is greater than human nature, and camp is greater than faith! This is the wild and uncivilized world in the eyes of Silver Dust. In this world, there have long been iron smelting and papermaking, engraving printing and firecracker artillery, and even the Juyuan theory and the matching refining technology that are almost as complex and accurate as the magic array, and the essence of civilization that explores the mysteries of the human body at the intermediate level has appeared, but Silver Dust still stubbornly believes that this place is as wild as in prehistoric times.

Silver Dust closed his eyes in agony, holding the journal, which might have been meaningless to anyone. "Sister Yating, save me......" His voice was as weak as an undead. (To be continued.) )