Extraordinary Bloodline Integration Chapter 336

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Fifty kilometers away from the East Kenny Fishing Port, the ruins of this fishing port are lying here silently, and there are no boats or people on the water.

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

There was complete silence, and the deathly silence made Mo Cheng's heart tremble.

He didn't like this kind of scene, and the eerie atmosphere reminded him of some unfriendly horror games.

Compared with blood-filled, visible and tangible Western-style murderous horror movies, this kind of pure environmental rendering hints is second only to the narrow environment of the Kowloon Walled City on the list that Mo Cheng dislikes. When the iron door opened, red candle paper money was placed on the table inside, and there was also a blurry black and white photo hanging on it.

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

"I don't even believe that this environment is not a horror-type dungeon."

The surrounding environment has explained a lot of problems. The entrance environment of [Dungeon] can reveal the contents to the players. It is barren, dead, and dilapidated. If such an environment can be created, the things in the [Dungeon] may be quite difficult.

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

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

Not to mention that the produced video will not explain too deeply in the way of decryption for the sake of program effect.

Mo Cheng is very clear about his own affairs, what he is good at is to fight from the beginning to the end, even if there is any special mechanism, it doesn't matter the dungeon.

As long as it is a battle, he is willing to spend time and thought to pass the level.

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

There are not many clues in the dungeon. No matter what kind of dungeon it is, Mo Cheng has to try it. If he wants to upgrade or become stronger, he has no choice.

Standing within the scope of the old site of Dongkaini Fishing Port, a sudden wave of waves swept away everything in the old site of Dongkaini Fishing Port like a tide. After the waves receded, there was nothing left.

There are no traces of human beings, nor any signs of living creatures, only a dilapidated fishing port remains.

"Well…"

Mo Cheng only felt as if he was thrown into the most powerful drum washing machine, his brain was groggy, his sense of direction was out of order, a bit like seasickness, and also like a state after a hangover.

Struggling to stand up, Mo Cheng realized that he was in a certain room. The candle provided a dim light, which seemed to be the reason for the poor quality of the burning wire. into the candle.

But each point of sparks jumping out and falling will make the already weak candlelight even more dimmer, like a rope with a precarious weight hanging on it, and it doesn't know when the life-saving straw will break.

Mo Cheng can confirm it now. Most of the time when he enters the dungeon in the future, he will feel this way. When he went to [Mad King's Rebellion] before, Mo Cheng thought it was an abnormality caused by returning to the past historical fragments.

But now it has been confirmed that entering the dungeon is so uncomfortable.

After observing the room, the house was not too big, with wooden furniture, and because of the dim candlelight, he could only see things around the table.

There is a basin of clear water on the table, I don't know if it is for washing face or for drinking.

Next to Qingshui, there was a pamphlet the size of a palm, and the window was covered by a thick cloth, and it was unclear whether it was day or night.

Observing the surroundings silently, Mo Cheng found that the material of his clothes had been changed to burlap, and even the styles were loose, light and easy to work.

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

It is familiar, but the bones of this face and some things that cannot be forged are basically based on Mo Cheng's face. It is strange, but this face has some traces of the baptism of years of wind and frost.

The skin is rough, the pores are large, and there are even wounds from heavy physical labor. At the same time, calluses can also be seen on the hands and feet.

A heavy manual laborer, and life is not very good.

Picking up the booklet next to the water basin, I opened it and realized it was a diary, but the handwriting was scribbled and there were many spelling mistakes.

It looks like it didn't take long for me to learn to write.

[June 18, sunny. It took ten copper eagles to buy a notebook from the old Pyro at the grocery store. I will officially write a diary starting today. Danina likes that guy Falrero to write long poems for him. What's so great about it, I can also write. Tom told me that if you want to write poetry, you can try to write a diary first. 】

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

[On June 20, it rained. It was raining a little hard, and Papa Wilson told me not to cut logs today. 】

[On June 21, it rained. The rain is getting heavier and heavier. I heard that the bridge by the river was broken. After the rain stops, I have to follow Father Wilson to repair the bridge~www.mtlnovel.com~ The above content seems to be meaningless, just record Living by myself, there is almost only one sentence in the record every day.

But Mo Cheng read it very seriously, and he didn't intend to just flip through a few pages and skip it.

Most of the content in the entire diary is repetitive and monotonous daily routines, and after ten days of writing the diary for the first time, the interval between diaries begins to become larger, and only one sentence will be written in three or four days or even six or seven days.

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

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

[September 20, crazy, all crazy! why? I didn't kill Danina, but Farrero. I saw him in the woods, like a very hungry wolf, biting Danina's neck. Why do they all say I killed Danina? 】

【Why are the heads of Danina and Falero on my table? 】

[The village chief and the sheriff didn't arrest me, they just asked me to clean up the corpses scattered on the ground, and the village chief asked me to eat them as soon as possible before leaving. eat them? Cannibalism? 】

【What crazy things 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 went out, I often heard people talking secretly, advising me to eat them as soon as possible, and not to deal with them until they stink. 】

The handwriting on the diary is getting more and more messy. Obviously, the original owner of the diary has considered writing a diary as a way of venting. After seeing crazy things, he used it to vent.