Thinking of this, he picked up the diary again and read it word by word from the first page.

When the content is focused on the second page again.

Suddenly, a very brief line appeared in his sight.

[It turns out that after returning from that place, some bad things will happen around me. If not, I will find my old friends in District 13.]

"etc!"

When he saw this sentence, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly became startled, as if he realized what he had overlooked.

Repeat the first two paragraphs of this sentence in your mouth.

"Damn, that's what it is!"

At that time, I was too concerned about the future, what exactly the old man was going to do in Area 13, and who the old friend mentioned in his diary was.

So much so that I ignored the importance of the first two sentences at the time.

The place mentioned in the diary is probably none other than Huangquan.

Pay attention to the time of the diary. At this time, the old man had not won this land from any messenger of hell.

The place where the envoy of the King of Hell could take him was probably Huangquan.

If you understand it this way, that is to say, as long as you leave here and return to reality, some bad things will definitely happen around you.

Although the diary did not mention what exactly happened.

But judging from his encounter with psychic creatures last night, this very bad thing may be referring to this.

"Hiss~~~"

The moment this thought came out of my mind, a breath of cold air rushed into my heart.

The more Ding Xiaoyi thought about it, the more he felt his head grow bigger.

Quickly open the diary to the last page.

In the penultimate paragraph, the new bet between the old man and the messenger of Hell is mentioned.

[I bet that my grandson Ding Xiaoyi can survive happily on that piece of land.]

This light sentence seemed to have no problem at the time.

The biggest crisis is just the big-headed monster that accidentally breaks in.

After he confirmed his authority, he no longer cared about this crisis.

Only now did he understand that surviving happily had a deeper meaning.

Ding Xiaoyi's face turned pale in waves, and he felt the chill from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He felt like crying without tears.

“What a trap!!!”

With such important information, I shouldn't have ignored it.

In fact, I was completely paralyzed by the old man's relaxed tone.

In the diary, a serious and mysterious person like the Messenger of Hell was completely reduced to a fool at the head of the village by the old man.

It's the kind of person who can be entertained for a long time if given a packet of melon seeds.

But this matter needs to be divided among people.

That is to say, the old man would think this way. To him, what kind of idiot is he?

He is clearly the melee mage Liu Haizhu wearing a straw hat and holding a kitchen knife.
Chapter completed!