As Shen Yan walked, he looked at the paper in his hand, which was very old, and the words on the page.
Like a diary?
Shen Yan read slowly. The strokes of Chinese characters turned into twisted lines. He had to straighten the strokes in his mind before he could recognize the characters.
"Second Epoch, year 5431, June 7, sunny.
After a long period of research, exploration, and trekking, we finally found the mountain where the immortal giants recorded in the literature lived.
We started climbing with great excitement. This is the goal we have been pursuing all our lives. It is estimated that no one except us can understand the excitement and madness at this time.
But as we climbed, July, which was supposed to be sunny, began to turn cold, and ice covered the entire mountain.
The extreme cold hit us, it was so cold it felt like hell.
Fortunately, Mr. Major invites me to stay warm in his bed every night. Tsk tsk, Mr. Major’s body is really burly. I know that for two men, this is a bit sick, but only in this way can I continue this journey. Vent the negative emotions caused by the hardships encountered.
Oops, why did I start writing this in a mess again? Paper and pen are limited. I should write something more meaningful.
Climbing up every day and every night, I don’t even have time to write a diary. It’s rare to write once and record more of what happened these days. Mr. Major, who sleeps next to me, also said that he likes to hear what my pen puts on the paper. Rustling sound.
Continuing towards the top of the mountain, the extreme cold is followed by the extreme night, with less than an hour of sunshine each day.
The inner despair began to amplify, and some comrades in the team gradually began to become irritable, crazy, rioting, and uneasy emotions began to spread.
Some people are ready to give up, while others keep murmuring that the immortal giant ruins are just legends. If the giants are really immortal, how could they perish, leaving behind coveted wealth that everyone will miss.
Mr. Major and I are very worried. We don’t know whether these comrades just have psychological problems or... are infected by pollutants. After all, according to legend, the giant ruins on the mountains are full of things that make people crazy.
Some people finally couldn't bear the bitter cold and chose to leave quietly. They gave up the fantasies and enthusiasm they had made for so many years and the pledge of allegiance they had made, even if the giant ruins seemed to be right in front of them.
The Major became silent. It wasn't that he didn't notice the departing comrades, he just didn't stop them.
There aren't many people left, and they seem to be dwindling every day.
I also forgot about time, because the alternation between day and night became chaotic. Rather than saying that there were giant ruins on the top of the mountain, it was better to say that this place was a weird and unimaginable kingdom of night.
When everyone was about to give up and despair, we saw...
It was a door, a bronze door with a giant eye carved on it, the door of the giant ruins.
For a time, the dawn of hope drove away all the darkness in my heart.
We rushed towards the door frantically, so excited that we didn't care even if the ice blade scratched our skin.
However, that door is too weird and cannot be pushed or opened no matter what.
We know that the remains of the giants are behind this door, right before our eyes.
After the initial excitement, I gradually calmed down.
Even if we cannot open this door, we have not gained nothing. We have obtained a lot of useful information from the documents left under the door.
For example, on a fragment I picked up, there was this incomprehensible record left by the giant:
The second law of pollutants, the source of infection on pollutants is conserved. Every time it infects a person, the power of infection will weaken. The reason why we were unable to discover this law before is because pollutants are absorbing infections in the air all the time. Elements serve as complements to achieve a balance that deceives the measuring eye.
Hey, I have written so much without realizing it, and Mr. Major is still waiting for me to warm his bed.
However, I am a little worried, because I don’t know if I have been cursed or infected after reaching the top of the mountain. Perhaps it is the sequelae of the infection. I can’t distinguish people’s faces.
This sequelae is too terrible. What’s even more terrible is that after the face blindness, Mr. Major asked me to warm the bed. Sometimes I found that there seemed to be something wrong with the shape of the person under the bed.
terrible.
"
The diary is a bit long, with dense writing on both sides of the page.
It took Shen Yan a while to read it, and he was quite surprised by the content above.
Giant ruins? Is this the giant ruins on the mountain that Mr. Criti mentioned?
It seems that the owner of the diary went there with a huge team and left these ancient essays. According to the date left in the diary, is it 5431 in the Second Age?
It's now the third century.
As a historian, this diary is of immeasurable value and is an important research material.
Also, the second law of pollutants?
Could it be that those immortal giants on the high mountains seemed to have achieved some results in studying pollutants?
As for the private life of the owner of the notebook, Shen Yan didn't go into too much detail.
However, did you develop prosopagnosia after being infected?
Shen Yan hissed a little, the sequelae are really scary. As far as he knows now, Jiang Yu's gender change is more complete than surgery; Uncle Guo's strange amnesia occurs once a year; and now he has an extra face. Blindness.
A diary that is biased toward essays actually revealed so much information.
Unfortunately, there is only one like this.
As for the diary, I must write this article every day or every three to five, and I don’t know where the rest is.
Shen Yan suddenly smiled, his old habit recurred. Whenever he saw something similar, he had an urge to trace the history in it.
Shen Yan took the notes in his hand and looked around again.
This thing is not something that can be seen everywhere like random scraps of paper. It may even be quite rare.
But why did it suddenly appear at my doorstep?
"Weird." Shen Yan muttered, but he was completely confused.
Shen Yan walked to the warehouse, preparing to store this diary and study it sentence by sentence when it was empty. Some interests are engraved in his bones and will not change with any external conditions.
However, Shen Yan didn't go far when a strange whisper suddenly came from his ears.
The sound became louder and clearer, like a whisper, like a whisper, like a neigh, like a howl, like a curse, like a curse.
The voice was full of pain, struggle, fear, and danger.
Then they came together to form a vague sentence: "Damon... Damon... Damon's Gate."
Shen Yan was like a man possessed. He listened carefully. The less he could hear it, the more he wanted to hear it. The voice was full of mystery and unknown.
In front of Shen Yan, some hallucinations began to appear. A group of people, a group of very strange people, wearing very large robes. In the robes, they had human limbs and bodies, and round heads, but there was no hair on their heads and no facial features. (Note: Looks like the character on the cover of this book.)
These people are forging something together.
Shen Yan thought to himself, are they giants? According to legend, at the beginning of the Second Age, an immortal existence equivalent to a demigod was born.
Giants may be huge people, but there is another explanation. Giants may also be great people, a recognition of their strength, wisdom, and erudition.
What are they forging?
Shen Yan was thinking, but the more he thought, the more painful his brain became, as if something was beginning to pierce his head, as if his brain was about to explode from the inside.
Shen Yan began to struggle and rolled on the ground in pain. He kept struggling, his limbs became twisted, and his eyes turned gray.
When Zhao Kuo came back, Shen Yan was crawling towards the place where the wood was processed little by little. He was holding a sharp nail in his hand and was about to pierce his eyes.
It is estimated that if Zhao Kuo and the others had come back a little later, Shen Yan would have become one of those people who drowned himself in a basin, strangled himself with his hands, and died after hitting his head in a car.
Zhao Kuo walked over and looked into Shen Yan's almost gray eyes.
"Psychic infection!"
Such a rapid infection is probably not caused by ordinary aberrations.
Have you come into contact with old documents or contaminants?
But Shen Yan's path is very simple, either at a noodle stall or in a warehouse. How can he have the opportunity to come into contact with these?
Zhao Kuo pushed Shen Yan to the ground, fixed his hands with his knees, held his chin, and lifted the leather belt around his waist.
Suddenly, Shen Yan, who was still struggling, was stunned. He seemed to have regained consciousness and glanced at the position of Zhao Kuo's hand.
Then it gets even crazier.
His voice broke: "Don't set off fireworks."
"Don't hit me in the face with a stone knife."
Unparalleled excitement.
Zhao Kuo was a little confused and held the opponent in place. This was to prevent the opponent from unconsciously and distorted self-harm. This kind of self-harm was very crazy, such as banging his head against the car and not knowing the pain until death. He pinched The other person's chin is to prevent the other person from biting their tongue unconsciously.
But why did Shen Yan become more excited because of his actions?
After a person is infected, his mind will become extremely distorted, and his dark psychology will expand indefinitely.
If you survive, it will be a successful revelation ceremony.
The mercenaries have also summed up some very practical methods to deal with the problem of mental pollution for countless years.
For example, using more stimulating, but non-negative stimulation to temporarily replace the infected person's sense tube is to cover up the mental breakdown.
This seems to be the case with Shen Yan's current performance.
Zhao Kuo looked at the way he was kneeling on Shen Yan's head and where his hand was grabbing the belt: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he lifted up his pants. He swore that he was not doing the mercenary's favorite night activity.
…
When Shen Yan woke up, he was already lying beside the bed, and Zhao Kuo was sitting beside him.
Shen Yan couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with me?"
Before Zhao Kuo could answer, Locust Cub showed his head from the side: "Your eyes are gray, you must be infected by pollutants. Your body is twisted on the ground like noodles, and you poked yourself in the eyes with nails."
"Fortunately, the commander held you down."
Locust Cub scratched his head and said with some confusion: "You looked happy at that time, as if you had experienced something good."
Shen Yan: "..."
Children's words are unbridled.
Shen Yan's memory also began to recover, and his face turned red for no reason.
There was a picture in his mind of being hit in the face with a stone knife, which made him drool.
Apart from this picture, there are also strange sounds and strange people without facial features.
All covered.
Shen Yan shivered and couldn't help but feel scared. The old documents were too scary.
When Shen Yan started to have hallucinations, he immediately realized that the so-called diary he saw had a long history and could cause hallucinations and pain. It was probably an old document that he had heard several times.
But by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
Some things have never been seen before, and even if you have heard of their dangers, it is difficult to take precautions in the first place.
Just like this world, he has never even seen the rules before, and he has no idea what he should be wary of.
However, this experience taught Shen Yan a hard lesson, and a string in his mind that would never have existed in peaceful times became tense.
Zhao Kuo saw Shen Yan wake up and asked, "What happened?"
Shen Yan also asked: "Did you see a diary next to me at that time? Well, a very old document from the past."
Zhao Kuo shook his head. He had already searched the scene, trying to find the source of the pollution, but found nothing.
Shen Yan's expression was stunned for a moment.
How could it disappear? He obviously tried to read old documents, which caused a mental infection.
However, this matter was extremely strange. For example, why did the diary appear next to Shen Yan, and why did it disappear like this?
But before talking about it, Shen Yan had something more important. He had just experienced an unimaginable and unbearable revelation ceremony.
He drove Zhao Kuo and all the people around him out.
A group of people looked at Zhao Kuo with doubts on their faces: "Has the mental infection not completely faded yet?"
Zhao Kuo was also a little puzzled.
Shen Yan closed the door tightly, then gritted his teeth, unzipped his pants, and looked down.
"Don't have any side effects."
Although he doesn't mind whether it's Ding Ding or Hua Hua, if Ding Ding suddenly changes into Hua Hua, he doesn't know if it's too late to immediately start psychological construction.
