Chapter 563 Diary

The names recorded in it are unfamiliar to bystanders, with only three or two dry characters. But what if a relationship title is added in front of it?

Mother, father, brother, cousin, aunt, uncle...

Whenever such a prefix appears, the words become very powerful, and Xia Yan discovered that almost every day, the protagonist's relatives turned into zombies and were hacked to death by him with an axe...

Xiong Xiong sat quietly, looking at the two circular marks of wrinkles on the previous page.

Xia Yan also saw it and gently turned it over with his fingers.

The words in the folds had disappeared. The page was very long, recording his speculation and fear about the infection, as well as his accidental discovery that only by cutting off the head could the monster be completely incapacitated.

He decided to do it.

Between the lines, there is a line of small words that are not easy to find.

"She's dead. I killed her with my own hands."

Xiong Xiong suddenly realized, "So these are the traces of his tears!"

Xia Yan nodded softly and continued to flip forward.

"The village chief decided to use the dirt slope behind as a cemetery and let us bury all these monsters there. He believed that no matter what a person becomes, deep down they still want to be buried in peace.

"He also asked us to make obituaries overnight and post them on pillars everywhere, hoping that this way the souls of those trapped in their tattered bodies could be liberated and rest in peace soon.

In the process of writing the obituary, I finally found some peace of mind.”

So that's how it is.

Xia Yan finally found the answer he wanted.

She began to flip through the pages quickly, reading ten lines at a glance.

Through the diary, the scene at that time appeared before her eyes. She saw them guarding the back entrance of the village with axes in hand during a thunderstorm. Lightning split the night sky, and the soil on the new grave on the slope in the distance began to wriggle!

"Who nailed the coffin lid? How dare you cut corners at this time?!"

"...No, I didn't."

"Village chief, it's not the nails that are the problem, it's the shrouds that are not strong enough. So many people have died in the village all at once, and the few coffin shops have already used up all the coffins they have. The people who went out to order coffins came back saying that the outside world is crazy, and there are biting things everywhere."

"I can't even buy a coffin, so where is he now?"

"...buried in the soil."

After a dull thunder, lightning tore through the dark clouds again.

The sky and the earth were illuminated in an instant, including the rotten, gray-black hands that stretched out from the pile of earth in the distance.

Everyone was terrified, a chill running down their spines, causing shudders wherever they went.

The light only existed for a few seconds before disappearing, and the eyes were shrouded in darkness, with the retinas still showing the movement of their crawling outwards.

"So, what exactly is it——"

"People have come back to life after the dead. This is a disaster! It must be a calamity brought down by our ancestors out of anger!"

"Everyone, step back. Don't forget your wives, children, and mothers are behind you! Hold on tight to your axes. If you can control them the first time, you'll have a second chance!"

The heavy rain poured down like water pouring into my eyes. My vision was affected but my hearing became more sensitive.

Click, click.

It was as if the soles of the shoes were covered with mud, making walking very difficult. The sound of stumbling footsteps rushed down the hillside.

After a few breaths, a rotten face appeared at the edge of the darkness.

The village chief said in a trembling voice: "Guard, guard well, they are coming."

The living dead let out terrible roars, surrounded them from all directions, and bit the living people.

The diary ended here, leaving six dots, and then started a new line, writing that the monster in the pigpen escaped and surrounded them from behind... The process was tragic, the village chief was bitten, and more than half of the elderly, weak, women and children in the house were killed or injured.

Reading further into the diary, the protagonist records the story of the first infected person in the village, interspersed with his own speculations about the virus infection.

At first, everyone thought the infected people were just patients with a disease similar to rabies, and talked about it casually after dinner. However, the sudden change occurred on the day when the person who delivered the food was bitten.

One second he was gasping for breath and saying that he was missing a piece of flesh, and the next second he fell to the ground twitching, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes quickly closed up like cataracts.

Then he stood up in a strange posture and bit his wife's neck when she came crying after hearing the news.

Blood spurted out, splashing all over the faces and bodies of the people around him, who stood there in a daze.

The man opened his mouth and pounced on the other living people.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

At least five or six people who didn't have time to run were bitten. The village chief arrived late and almost couldn't breathe when he saw the blood all over the ground.

"Call, call the police! Go quickly!!"

"What a sin! How could you be so crazy! That's your mother!" The village chief picked up the stick in great sorrow and hit him hard on the back.

"He" raised his head from his belly.

The village chief took two steps back, frightened by the intestines of the person he was chewing between his teeth.

"you--"

Before he could finish a word, "he" jumped up from the ground and rushed towards his face.

It was too late for the village chief to run away at this time, but fortunately the owner of the diary arrived in time and rescued him. Together with several young men, they controlled and tied up the monster that had become inhuman.

Finally, the village chief decided to lock everyone in the village pigsty and wait for the hospital to send someone to take them away.

...

Seeing this, Xia Yan had already sorted out the general course of events.

She closed the notebook and put Xiongxiong back to its place in the closet. Then, she and Xiongxiong walked along the road, passing every household.

The obituaries posted on the pillars made tiny noises as they swayed, one by one, two by two...looking around, they were everywhere.

"Boss, where are we going now? How about I go find a suitable hotel first? Xiaowan must be waiting anxiously." Xiongxiong's eyes were still clear, completely unaffected by the environment.

Xia Yan waved it away.

She sat under the largest banyan tree in the village. Not far away was a stone table. The chess patterns on it had long been worn out and blurred. It was now covered with dust and broken leaves, and it looked desolate for a long time.

Right at the entrance of the village, she saw her own hotel building "rising slowly".

Luxurious, new, safe and peaceful, it forms a sharp contrast with here.

The quiet village welcomed a new breath for the first time. Xia Yan brought the good news that the end of the world was coming soon - even though there were no survivors here.

The village chief was unable to wait for a doctor who might have saved their lives, nor was he able to find a coffin that would symbolize dignity to carry the deceased on their final journey.

The person who wrote the diary personally sent off every person in the village, looked at the obituaries all over the street, suppressed his impending collapse with great self-control, and carefully and patiently cleaned every room and fixed the beds and chairs.

Perhaps he had sat in front of the boudoir of the person he secretly loved for a long time, his eyes greedily lingering on every object and scene inside, then buried his head in his palms, sobbing that no one could hear.

Such sadness spreads to every unknown corner.