Swish.
Shao Zifeng turned to the next page.
Gone?
What the hell.
Seeing this, Shao Zifeng almost felt like tossing the notebook away.
Getting undressed only for this?
Big brother, I'll cast a vote for you, can we not have a chapter cutoff?
What's all this gibberish written at the end here? I can't tell if the pen ran out of ink or the ink froze, but the last few rows of words are all impressions.
Only those three words were emphasized in bold, barely making out the meanings of "monster," "magic," and "divine punishment."
He sat quietly in the chair for a while.
Shao Zifeng sighed and put the diary back into the leather bag.
He felt his mind was a bit muddled and needed to sort it out.
He pulled out a short sword and wrote a few numbers on the solid rock.
They correspond to the 15th century of the witch-hunting campaign, the last recorded date in the diary of 1713, the first human landing on Antarctica in 1911, and the 'unknown recovery event' in 2000.
