The few remaining pages after that are just ruthless blanks.
So far, this diary entry is the last diary entry of the diary owner in this diary.
Everyone standing in front of the desk fell into silence.
Although he had expected it when he saw it, when the white-horned lich appeared in the diary, Hirimu still felt his heart trembling.
Xing Liuli, she was acquainted with the white-horned lich in the past.
There should be some secret hidden behind this, but originally everyone thought that the secret might be lost in the mists of history after the demise of the white-horned lich.
However, they now saw that description again in the diary in their hands, that sinful and cold figure.
What this diary records is Xing Liuli’s past, the past when Xing Liuli’s predecessor was buried.
After losing her heart and gaining the power of death, what will Xing Liuli do to the Kingdom of Merte, which persecutes her and Frosen in every possible way?
The answer is self-evident.
During the meeting between Xing Liuli and the White-horned Lich in Fredasa, the White-horned Lich once said that Xing Liuli was in the same category as him. Similar activities in the Fredasa tragedy, the White-horned Lich
The demon did it a long time ago, and Xing Liuli also did it in the past.
Not being able to see what happened after the diary made Nichiremu feel a little irritated.
"Well, just so-so."
Suddenly, Aaron appeared from the narration, looked at the diary in Nichiremu's hand, touched his chin and said.
"Alon! This is..." Riremen immediately wanted to explain this diary to Alon.
But Aaron said: "Well, I just watched them all."
"When?" Ri Lingmeng was puzzled. Aaron was nowhere to be seen until he just showed up.
"So I said 'just'." Aron patted her head.
"What do you mean, Master?" Rireimu said, covering his head.
"So-so, it's a very common tragedy in the world." Aaron turned around and said.
"Is this kind of tragedy common?" Hirimu asked.
"What do you think of your own experience?" Aron looked back at her.
Hirimu was stunned for a moment.
"There are too many tragedies. When everyone is a tragedy, tragedies will not be so rare. She has no ability to save her country, or even herself. Her friends are right, she is not suitable to be in that chaotic world.
It’s time to sit in that seat.” Aaron’s tone can be said to be harsh.
Nichiremu didn't speak anymore. At this time, Estella looked like it had nothing to do with her, but Batgasso seemed to be touched by memories and remained silent.
"Okay, it's useless to think about it anymore. This is all in the past. Don't be so persistent. Let's continue to visit other places." Aaron said in a relaxed tone.
Although Nichiremu's interest was not high, there was no need to be so distressed by a piece of past history. After thinking about it, she picked up the diary in her hand and followed Aaron.
…
The fire burned from that mountain to this mountain.
The snow-capped mountains have become "volcanoes".
People who live in the Canguang Plateau near Yuhui Snow Mountain never thought that they would see the white-capped peaks change color and turn into fiery red in their lifetime.
Afterglow Snow Mountain, Flossen Ruins.
No matter how raging the flames were, these dilapidated ruins still stood firm in the flames. The flames bared their teeth but could not really capture these buildings.
All this changed the moment that red figure appeared.
The fire suddenly increased in intensity and began to burn further around. This time, even these Frosen relics began to be unable to sustain themselves.
"Ouch!"
A huge white cat-shaped creature with silver-gray stripes on its body suddenly burst out of the nearby forest. Its seemingly soft feet revealed sharp claws, and launched a surprise attack in the cold wind.
But the figure in red robe quickly raised the ax in his hand, and easily blocked the opponent's claws without even turning his head. His body was slightly moved laterally by the opponent's impact, and then one leg suddenly exerted force, and the other one that was originally free was
A hand suddenly pulled out a saber out of thin air and slashed the big white cat on the neck.
"Ouch!"
The big white cat let out a scream. It was obviously much better than the opponent in terms of size, but it was easily thrown away by the opponent's counterattack. The size gap between the two formed a sharp contrast at this time.
The blood on the saber was evaporated in an instant, the hair on the big white cat's neck was burnt black, the wound was mushy, and he was so dying that he couldn't stand still and finally fell down.
"You're actually... not dead?" the red-robed figure said in a hoarse and dull voice.
"Ouch..."
"So...it was the losers here who asked you to come out?" the figure continued, "You can only place Gou Quan's hope on such...beasts. Flossen...no matter how much time has passed...you are still so incompetent.
.”
As soon as these words were spoken, a strong wind suddenly rose in the ruins, and the originally strong fire was temporarily suppressed.
But soon, the flames reignited despite the strong wind.
"We...are all undead...you are waiting for her, and we are also waiting for her." The figure in red robe still said in a slow tone:
"To... return the shame of the past...! I, we, are Mert's will!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the red-robed figure in front of him began to see more sparks. Along with the howling cold wind, the sparks flew out in the distance. Brand-new flames quickly formed wherever they were contaminated, and then directly became part of the fire.
The undead in the Frosen ruins were suppressed by the opponent's momentum and power. The wind changed and invisible power began to be transmitted to the seriously injured big white cat.
The big white cat's blurred vision returned to normal, and he stood up unsteadily, his fur growing and exploding, and he let out a sharp cry at the red devil in front of him.
In response to this, the red-robed figure said nothing, but silently pointed the ax and saber blade in his hand towards the enemy in front of him.
There was no reflection on the weapon covered by traces of burning.
…
Xing Liuli sat on the bed with her hands on her chest, staring blankly at the plain ceiling.
The ghost who led the way stood quietly beside the bed, with an elegant and dignified demeanor.
"Teacher Willow..." A voice like babble came out of her mouth.
The dead soul who led the way nodded slightly in response.
"What did I do?" Xing Liuli reached out and covered her smooth forehead.
After opening the door and seeing the bedroom where she had lived for countless years, her eyes unconsciously reflected on what happened in this room.
The heart-rending pain, the mind falling into distortion and depravity, and the palm reaching towards the darkness of death.
Taking this as a node, she remembered a lot.
However, she couldn't remember what happened after that.
Perhaps it was because she gave her "heart" to the white-horned lich as a bargaining chip in the transaction. The subsequent memories were still immersed in a sea of vague memories, and she could not recall the specific details.
However, you can feel it from those few blurry pictures.
She lost her heart and became ruthless, and she probably did many things that were intolerable to God.
Willow still didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to her, pointed in a direction, and then moved his fingers.
Xing Liuli looked around and saw the sound of a mechanism operating, and then a door opened.
"This is?"
There is no such door in her memory.
But since it exists in my bedroom, is it an arrangement after I lost my heart?