"On November 18th, half of the food in the barracks was eaten, and the adults said we had to go out and get more food, either choose the castle of Count Modric, or occupy the trade zone, and only these two places had enough food to feed everyone. No one was willing to stand up and be brave, but no one dared to disobey the will of the Seris."

"On November 21st, we actually opened the channel to the trade zone! Although many people sacrificed, these are worth it. In the process, we found more survivors. The Cyris were right. When the crisis came, only the brave could survive to the end."

"On November 25th, today, someone suggested that we should open the passage to the Great City Gate so that we can leave this damn hell. The Seris took us to the tallest tower in the barracks, which was where he had strictly prohibited us from approaching. I saw the Great City Gate there, and I could not describe what I saw, but I am sure that the scene will always remain in my nightmare, and no one will mention the Great City Gate anymore, and we were trapped in the Wind and Sniff Fort."

"On November 26, I finally figured out what the Seris said before about the Brotherhood, that is, they changed the gate of the city, that is, they wanted to trap the residents of the city in the city, and die in a wail! I ran to question the Seris, why didn't he stop the Brotherhood in advance, he only said one sentence: He has worked hard."

"On November 30th, five people disappeared, no one was willing to look for them, and everyone was on the verge of collapse. Except for the Seris. I think he was born for this scene. Every time he fought in the front, repelling the attacks of the undead again and again. He taught us how to find traces of the undead in the closed room, how to prevent the undead's sneak attacks in the dark, how to find food and water in the ruins, and how to establish a blockade with corpses. I think if anyone in the Wind Breath Castle could survive to the end, it must be him."

After reading here, the content of the diary has basically been exhausted. Although most of the books are still blank, the owner of the diary seems to have lost the interest and mood to keep a diary.

Some scattered sentences look more like complaints when you are bored.

"Today's lunch was a pigeon, so good. I haven't eaten fresh meat in a week. Sometimes I'm a little envious of the undead people, they always find fresh meat."

"I cut off Edward's head. It should be him. I know the pattern of that armor. It may be someone else who stripped off his armor, but it doesn't matter. People will die."

"I don't know how long I can hold on, inside and outside the wall, the undead and us, look no different."

"I almost forgot the fragrance of toast. Today, the Seris and the alchemists gave each of us a pack of medicine. After being bitten, they could use it to death, which could prevent themselves from joining the undead. It is said that after taking the medicine, it would take a lot of water to work, and the process was very painful. Because of the pressure brought by this medicine, eight people committed suicide that night."

"They found a cave leading out there! The Seris said they were going to send a group of people out to warn others of the plague. I signed up and hope that the cave is not a dead end."

The last record in the diary reads: "Damn Arenzo, when he was camping yesterday, he suddenly bit me crazy. I don't know how he avoided so many epidemic prevention inspections, but I know I have not had much time, and I swear, I will never become an undead."

The Demon Hunter silently put away the diary. He didn't know if the infected person, known as Arenzo, had deliberately confused the city, nor did he know if someone was helping him pretend to be infected, but the story about Jared Harris came to an end.

The next day, Xu Yichen found the camp that Jared Harris mentioned, a long-out bonfire and a scorched rabbit with messy footprints all over it.

A total of six people have been here. The Demon Hunter determined the number of people in the team through various traces. Two people have been confirmed to be dead, and one infected person is still there, and the remaining three people show no sign.

Xu Yichen followed his feelings and found an undead man who was nailed to a tree trunk three kilometers outside the camp.

He could not confirm whether this was Arenzo in the diary. The undead's head was nailed to the trunk by a long sword, and four daggers nailed its limbs to death.

However, this undead still maintained its vigorous vitality, and its turbid eyes kept turning left and right. After discovering that the demon hunter was approaching, it kept making roars and twisting its limbs, as if trying hard to break free from the constraints.

Xu Yichen stood one meter away in front of the Immortal and found that the other party was wearing the Steel Walker's standard armor and his backpack had disappeared.

A survivor who was subdued by someone, the Demon Hunter believes that the vitality of this undead who was penetrated through the head must be far greater than that of the undead in the Fengxi Castle, so those survivors have to come up with this worst.

If the undead inside Fengxi Castle were so tenacious, I'm afraid that many people would not survive. Judging from the diary, their compatriots could at least lead survivors to launch a counterattack against the undead.

Xu Yichen watched the undead's right hand rubbing the blade of the dagger back and forth, constantly expanding the wound on his hand, tearing the wound apart along his middle and ring fingers, and then stretching it towards him.

"You're late for the Demon Hunter, and this time the game will not be destroyed by you." A vague voice spit out from the mouth of the undead: "I've prepared a surprise for you there, if you have the courage..."

Before he could finish speaking, the undead's finger fell to the ground less than two centimeters from the Demon Hunter. The undead seemed to have decayed from the inside out in an instant, and collapsed directly in front of Xu Yichen's eyes.

The Demon Hunter sneered and used his blood to mix alcohol to ignite the pile of rotten meat. Needless to say, this was another ridicule from Chaos.

He repeatedly destroyed the plans of Nurgur believers, and the other party seemed to have set his sights on him, and this time he took the initiative to come out to provoke.

But in terms of Resident Evil, he is really professional. In reality, one-third of the tasks assigned by the Retribution Team every year are messes left by the umbrella company.

To deal with such artificial disasters, we need not heroes, but experts.
Chapter completed!