There were two bunk beds on the left and right, separated by a partition. Behind the partition were the toilet and shower area... Tsk, this feels even better than my dorm room in college... Chen Jingxian roughly surveyed the environment.

Besides the bunk beds, there are four partition tables, corresponding chairs, cabinets for storing items, and wardrobes, all made of wood.

It seems their presence here is not temporary or intermittent, but long-term...

Chen Jing's gaze swept over the shelf table, which was piled with some old books and notebooks.

In the dark vision provided by the sapphire bracelet, you can see the general shape of things outside, but you can't recognize words. However, if you touch the book and diary while it is invisible to noise, it will produce a significant "interaction".

Feeling that there had been no danger on the way here, Chen Jing temporarily deactivated his noise-blocking ability, stopped supplying spiritual power to the sapphire bracelet, drew a streak of fire, and lit the Bright Light Incense.

The light from the bright incense pierced through the darkness that had lingered for who knows how long, bringing color back into Chen Jing's eyes.

Following the colors provided by the light, Chen Jing scanned a brightly colored spot and suddenly paused.

It was a drawing on a rock wall, done with chalk. White dots were carefully used to depict stars and the moon. In this oppressive and dark room, the white chalk had somehow created a window on the wall through which one could see the starry sky.

The bright moon was so lifelike that one couldn't help but gaze at it.

Chen Jing even had the illusion of entering a meditative state. In his mind, the source of darkness floating above the head of the Stitched Monster slowly writhed, which finally woke Chen Jing from that feeling.

Chen Jing shifted his gaze from the "window" to the books on the partition table.

"Principles of Warfare," "On Military Strategy," "Cultivators and Unrestricted Warfare," "The Rise and Fall of the Ancient Song Dynasty," "A Study of the Combat Thinking of Cultivators," "Experiences from Several Famous Battles," "Theoretical Logistics," "King Song Bu: A Biography of the Blue-Clad Monarch," "Hunter's Workshop," "Analysis of the Weaknesses of Corpse Drivers," "A Guide to Countering Sorcerers," "Common Equipment for Craftsmen"... Is this a military officer? A cultivation officer? He's reading such professional books? Chen Jing wondered to himself.

There are so many books. Either the printing industry was already quite advanced before the destruction of the Song Dynasty, or this is the direction for officers... He doesn't look like an officer. There are many such cubicles here.

"This book without a name is... a diary? A notebook?" Chen Jing saw a book without a name, picked it up, sat in a fairly stable chair, and looked at the book by the light of the incense.

"The air here is so fresh. Is there some kind of ventilation duct that I haven't noticed?" Chen Jing thought to himself as he flipped to the first page of his notebook.

Thanks to learning to read from Pan Fengyu, Chen Jing is now able to read this book. Just as he guessed, it is a book that is half notebook and half diary.

Chen Jing opened the first page of the diary, where powerful words, as if carved by a knife and axe, were written on the yellowed paper.

October 15, 1058, sunny

The Song Dynasty has never lacked heroes, both in the past and today.

Thanks to the efforts of King Songdan and King Miracle, the proud nobles of the country have finally returned to loyalty to the royal family. We did not achieve this through transactions and promises, but through seemingly insignificant and ordinary efforts step by step.

I believe that even looking at the entire history of the world, there is no ruler as adept at leveraging advantages as the Queen; she is simply the embodiment of the art of governance!

Needless to say, her husband, the Miracle King, was a kingslayer, the third greatest killer in history! In the Battle of the Silver Banner, he single-handedly defeated three gods with his mortal body; just thinking about it brings tears to one's eyes.

Even when we were at our most perilous, with the country divided, there were only four cities willing to pay taxes and join the army, including the rebuilt Liangjing and Meijing; evil forces were rampant, no longer practicing, working, or honing their combat skills, but countless people were trying to gain power through blood sacrifices and sacrifices; the emperor died on the battlefield two years ago, leaving behind only his underage daughter, who was left with a plague, alienation of the people, despair of the army, and a land devastated.

But we still made it through; nobody could have imagined we'd pull through!

The Song Dynasty was the best dynasty, and the people of Song were the most heroic people.

...

The writing is very forceful, and you can tell that the author was very excited when writing this passage.

"The earliest record of the first page is October 15, 1058." Chen Jingmo calculated the time today, October 2, 1130, a full seventy-two years have passed.

"...Corpses don't decompose in the mist, so how come these books are so well preserved? You can't tell they're seventy years old at all..." Chen Jing muttered to himself as he continued flipping through the books.

To save time, Chen Jing quickly flipped through the pages, grasping the key points and searching for useful information.

His main purpose was to find information about this place. Common sense dictates that an underground building is unlikely to have only one exit. If he could find the location of the emergency exit, he could bypass the zombies and safely return to Meijing City.

The author of this diary did not record everything in detail. At first, he wrote in his diary every few days, but later it became once every ten days, once a month, or even once every few months. He would write down whatever came to mind.

However, Chen Jing did not see any secrets or cultivation methods on it, obviously such things would not be recorded in the diary.

Chen Jing also learned the name of the diary's owner, Su Fa, a cultivator from a certain army stationed by the Sword Pavilion. However, even when recording the diary, the owner did not reveal much specific information.

Soon, his eyes lit up as he found some information.

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