Chapter 293 Memories on Wood Chips
The group was teleported out in a hurry. Except for Nietzsche, the other players were holding a lot of miscellaneous things in their hands, including hairpins, jade ornaments, and some strange, unknown gadgets, most of which looked very valuable.
Only Nietzsche actually held a few wooden signs in his hands!
Although it is called a wooden sign, it is actually more like a "wood chip". The wood is shaved into thin slices, then dried and flattened, and many words are carved on it with stone.
These characters are neither the Central Plains characters nor the Flower-Growing language. The symbols are simple and the strokes are crude. Instead, they look somewhat like variants of oracle bone script.
These things that look very valuable at first glance are actually not very impressive in appearance, so no one notices them, but that doesn’t mean that everyone is unaware of their importance.
The turtle Qi Chun sincerely flattered: "Captain, you are so awesome! How did you find this thing?"
"I saw it was neatly folded in a corner, so it must be important, so I took it out," Nietzsche said as he flipped through the wood chips. "It must be a clue to some mission!"
Guan Tang Bao stood on tiptoe, poked his head out, looked at the wood in Nietzsche's hand, and frowned: "But it seems that the translation is garbled!"
That’s right, although almost all the text in “Ten Continents” comes with translation into the language of the Flower Clan, it is not word-for-word and 100% accurate, and sometimes even has some garbled characters. This situation was initially reported by players as a BUG, and later, after the official kept pretending to be dead, players believed that it was a design caused by the language barrier with the Central Continent language, to emphasize the sense of immersion…
"What a bullshit sense of immersion! It's obvious that the authorities were too lazy to design a complete system and just muddled through it vaguely!"
In response to this, Turtle Qichun argued: "If he really wanted to create a sense of immersion, he could have just not translated it, and let us read the text of the other world directly, and then learn the language of the other world! As a result, he came up with this, which is simply a waste of time!"
However, Guan Tang Bao glared at the turtle Qi Chun, frowning even tighter: "Don't make a noise, even though there are garbled characters, I think I can understand it!"
[…I don’t remember how many years it has been. I can’t control what I am thinking. I don’t know if this place is the last one left alive. At least I haven’t seen anyone from my sect for a long time. No, I should say I haven’t seen a living person for a long time…]
[…This is the thirteenth year. Fortunately, I heard that the seniors in the sect sometimes spend longer in seclusion than this. Today, my sister said she felt a little dizzy. We decided to go to the ground to have a look. If those human sacrifices have left, we can settle down on the ground. The Yinglong aura on those human sacrifices is really unbearable. I hope they can stay underground honestly…]
[…Senior Brother couldn’t even utter a complete sentence. He used his fingers to write on the ground, asking us to kill him. But, but, that was Senior Brother…]
[…I have a guess. If all living animals, including our human race, cannot resist the aura of Yinglong, then what about turning into flowers, plants, and trees? Flowers and trees can also practice cultivation, and when they are highly cultivated, they can even transform into human form. So, if I find a way to give birth to a tree that has successfully practiced cultivation, and then take over its body, can I get rid of the influence of Yinglong? But my senior sister scolded me for being crazy, but I am not crazy. I keep records every month, so I can't be crazy…]
[…I really shouldn’t have gotten involved in this. Sigh, but what choice do we disciples have? When will the elders of the sect realize that something is wrong and come in to save us? I swear I will never curse the elders in secret again…]
[…In January of the thirty-first year, Senior Sister said that the sect’s people would not come, because no new human sacrifices had been sent into this small cave world for a long, long time. However, Yinglong had not yet been resurrected. If we lack human sacrifices, interrupting the ritual would backfire on us! What should we do…]
[…If I hadn’t chosen to join the Sword Sect, I would still be here… No, no, if I hadn’t joined the Sword Sect, I would still be a mortal and would have died by now! I should have joined the Sword Sect! If I hadn’t chosen the Array Sect, I would have followed everyone else to become a sword cultivator and definitely wouldn’t have been assigned here…]
[…The 49th year? Or the 59th year? Who cares! Anyway, I’m the only one left. This is so hateful. I’m a rare genius that only appears once in a thousand years. The elders all praised me for having the chance to become an immortal. But in the end, I’m trapped here. I really can’t accept this…]
[…If someone from the Sword Sect finally arrives, but finds that the ceremony to revive Yinglong has been interrupted, don’t be angry, haha! I did it! Why should we pay such a high price? And you guys are just sitting back and reaping the benefits? I designed a formation to allow the spiritual energy of the spirit stone vein to maintain the immortality of the human sacrifice and keep Yinglong asleep. In this way, you can either choose to restart the resurrection ceremony, and all the previous hard work will be in vain! Or choose to give up! But I put the core of the ritual on Yinglong’s body! Haha! Go and find a way! Whether you restart the ceremony or destroy it, you have to get it! But who among you can get close to it? No one can resist Yinglong’s breath! As long as you get close, you will all be infected! You deserve it! You deserve it! I really hate it…]
[…I succeeded! I took over a tree! I am such a genius! Although I have to shed a few souls, it doesn’t matter, I have retained three souls and three spirits, and there is no difference from before! It’s just that it’s a bit difficult to record it, so I can only leave my body and return to my original body to carve the words. Damn it, every time I go back, I feel that I am becoming more and more polluted, but if I don’t record it, I’m afraid I will really forget everything. I am sure that I was not a tree before…]
[…Damn it, why are demon cultivators so troublesome? Why can’t the tree next door understand what I’m saying? It’s really too stupid…]
[…I can move now. I found a river today and could barely see my own appearance. It’s strange. I don’t seem to be a tree. What am I…]
[…I regret that I should have destroyed the core of the formation. If anyone finds these records, please completely destroy this small world. If your cultivation is high enough, please kill me, a tree growing in the center of the world, the tallest one… well, it should be the tallest one…]
There weren't many pieces of wood, so everyone passed them around.
Judging from the contents that can be understood in the wood chips, there should be far more wood chips than these. I don’t know whether it is because Nietzsche did not take all of them, or because the other wood chips were hidden by the protagonist of this “diary”. In short, everyone only sees these dozen pieces.
Although there were only a dozen or so pieces of wood, the amount of information on them was quite a lot, but no one spoke, and everyone's expression was a little heavy.
The silence was not broken until Nietzsche sighed softly.
"well……"
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