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Chapter 470 Diary
Only then did Zhou You realize that he had overlooked something.

I had been investigating along the lines of double pupils and the ability to see into the underworld, and I only encountered the person who was brutally murdered. I hadn't even considered the possibility that his soul was gone—but this sorcerer...
"That's strange, where did his soul go?"

Zhou You took a few steps back and tried to summon the soul again.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was not a single response from the other side—clearly, it was just an empty shell.

"There shouldn't be any rituals in black magic that involve using one's own soul as a sacrifice, but I'm not an expert in that area either, so perhaps..."

However, just as Zhou You was deep in thought, Wen Tianyi called out quietly from the other side.

"Zhou, Master Zhou?"

Looking up, a face that looked like an orange peel came into view.

Zhou You thought for a moment, then immediately smiled knowingly.

"Sorry, I didn't consider you. Why don't you go out and avoid this place for a while? Anyway, the person in charge here is dead, so it's still relatively safe."

However, Wen Tianyi spoke in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Zhou, that's not what I meant."

"What's the matter?"

"I just found this book in the corner. It looks quite important. Would you like to take a look?"

Who knew this old guy had such sharp eyes?

Zhou You was somewhat surprised, but still smiled and said.

"Then let's take a look. Thank you for your help, Brother Wen."

"No need to work, no need to work!"

Wen Tianyi, hunched over, no longer bothered by the disgust, shakily pulled a book from the corner and presented it to the table as if it were a treasure.

The book was brown, with nothing written on the cover, and it had a strange feel to it—not like human skin, but rather like the oily, slippery shell of some kind of insect.

Having learned his lesson the hard way, Zhou You used two talismans to probe the contents before opening it—and only opened it after finding nothing unusual inside.

then.

He was completely stunned.

It's not that it contains anything terrifying, but rather...
He couldn't understand the text above at all.

"Burmese...no, Thai? Damn, I'm really not good at the languages ​​of Southeast Asia."

However, just as Zhou You shook his head, intending to put the book away and ask someone else when he returned to Lin Chen's place, Wen Tianyi suddenly spoke up again.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou."

"What's wrong?"

"It should be written in Thai, and I happen to know a little bit of it."

Zhou You paused for a moment, but still handed the book back.

"Brother Wen, you've got so much work to do these days."

“Those of us in this line of work always know more,” Wen Tianyi chuckled, flipping open the cover and then squinting as he carefully examined it.

"Mr. Zhou, this looks like a diary?"

"Another one who keeps a diary? That's so true, who in their right sense would write that kind of thing?"

"Mr. Zhou, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing, you can continue."

Using the dim light beside him, Wen Tianyi began to examine the book one by one.

"First of all, it can be confirmed that this sorcerer is called Nata, and his ancestors were immigrants who fled the war in China. However, by his generation, he no longer has any Han Chinese characteristics and completely considers himself a native."

"Well, what next."

Wen Tianyi cleared his throat and continued.

“Nata’s family has never been wealthy since he was a child. Although he has been an immigrant for generations, he still faces discrimination in the local community and has been bullied a lot because of it.”

"Ah."

"When this guy turned sixteen, his family could no longer support him. They originally planned to send him to a temple, but on the way, they met a sorcerer who wanted to take him as his apprentice."

"Now that we know the cause and effect, it's no wonder he has so many abilities. What's next?"

"On the very first day the sorcerer accepted him, he asked him whether he intended to perform black-robed or white-robed sorcery."

However, at this moment, Zhou You suddenly interrupted and asked a question.

"So, there are black-clad and white-clad sorcerers?"

Wen Tianyi explained with a smile.

"Master Zhou, you don't know this, but white-robed sorcerers mainly take on jobs like unraveling curses, resolving karmic entanglements, or exorcising evil spirits, much like the monks and Taoist priests in our country. Black-robed sorcerers, on the other hand, are the common sorcerers who harm people; as long as you're willing to pay, they'll do almost anything."

"Then this guy must be a black magic user, right?"

"Of course, after doing something like that, he..."

Wen Tianyi was smiling as he turned the pages of the book, but suddenly, his smile froze on his face.

"Master Zhou, it seems we made a mistake."

"What's wrong?"

"This guy chose White Descent."

At this moment, Zhou You was pouring wine into his mouth to moisten his throat. Upon hearing this, the wine in his mouth instantly sprayed out, soaking Wen Tianyi.

“What? Don’t tell me the righteous people in Thailand,” he pointed to the bloody scene around him, “do the same thing.”

"That's impossible, of course, but according to the diary, this guy did choose Bai Jiang."

To prevent Zhou You from suspecting anything, Wen Tianyi cleared his throat and then began reading the diary in the first person.

"The Ajarn (the Thai term for a master) asked me again. After much consideration, I decided to become a white magic practitioner. It's true that black magic is more lucrative and doesn't involve as many rules, but I still feel that as a person, I shouldn't do anything so heinous."

This time, Zhou You remained in a daze for an unusually long time, completely unaware that he had spilled the wine bottle in his hand.

Holy crap, so this guy is actually a really nice person?
However, Wen Tianyi did not notice Zhou You and continued reciting.

"The path of cultivation for Bai Jiang is indeed very arduous, at least in terms of materials, which are extremely difficult to obtain. Common things like corpse oil must be substituted. Fortunately, Ajarn is very understanding and has provided me with a lot of help."

After thinking for a while, Wen Tian scratched his head and said.

"Mr. Zhou, the rest is mostly about his research and learning in cultivation. Should we continue reading or...?" "Let's skip that for now and try to pick out the more important parts."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tianyi quickly flipped through a few pages and then continued reading.

"It's been over ten years since Ajarn Na graduated. Although he always said I didn't have much talent, at least I'm able to go out on my own. If I earn some money and live like that for another seven or eight years, maybe I can save up some money and then consider settling down and starting a family? Ha, why am I thinking that far ahead?"

"Grandma Anka came over again today. She still wanted to ask about her son's whereabouts. But it's probably better for someone who's fallen into the hands of those black magicians to die than live. She wanted to give him some money, but I didn't accept it. I only took a few eggs as a gift."

"I guess Wu's family is getting married, and they wanted me to tell their fortunes. The result, of course, was a happy ending—the two of them went off happily. Sigh, when will I ever get married?"

As the conversation continued, Zhou You's surprised expression gradually disappeared, and instead, his brows furrowed.

Judging from Wen Tianyi's account, Nata Bai Jiang is a good person in every way, but the problem is...
How did he become like this?
While pondering, Wen Tianyi turned another page.

This time his voice suddenly stopped, and then his brows furrowed—but he continued reciting.

"I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling uneasy, as if something is watching me. However, after searching for a long time, even resorting to rituals, I still haven't found anything. Is it just my imagination?"

"To suppress the curse's effect, I went to the herbalist shop again, but this time I not only felt like someone was watching me, but I could even hear some voices in my ears. Those things kept murmuring, as if they wanted me to do something."

—Whether it was my imagination or not, Wen Tianyi's voice became increasingly immersive at this point, as if he were trying to immerse himself in the character in the diary.

"I can't take it anymore. Now I'm not just having auditory hallucinations, I'm having visual hallucinations too. I have to find someone to help me."

"Ajarn had been retired for many years, but when he heard that I had come, he still greeted me very warmly. However, after learning about my situation, he suddenly fell into deep thought and struggle."

"It was only much later that he made up his mind and told me that I was being targeted by an evil spirit. He said that if this continued, not only my life, but also the lives of my family and friends would be in danger, and I had to deal with it as soon as possible."

"Ajarn recommended a temple to me. I know it; it's a famous temple in the area. However, I've never gotten along with them because of business issues, and I don't know if they can help me."

"As expected, the host gave me a cold look, but after hearing about my situation, the group of bald men panicked for a moment—it seemed they wanted to push me away, but under the host's reprimand, they quieted down."

"The temple has allowed me to stay, but I must strictly follow their precepts and absolutely cannot leave this room. It doesn't matter, as long as the evil spirits can be driven away, I can endure any hardship."

"Time seemed to have fallen into disarray. I lost track of how many days and nights had passed. Every day was a repetitive cycle of chanting and meditation. But then one day, I suddenly heard the abbot ask me to go outside, as if he wanted to say something to me."

But when I went outside, I saw... I saw... I saw!

At this point, Wen Tianyi suddenly repeated the words, his eyes slowly rolling upwards, and two deep red tears of blood trickling down from the corners of his eyes—

However, in the next second, a sword sheath slashed out horizontally, knocking his body away, and the book naturally slipped from his hand, only to be caught by Zhou You in mid-air.

Unfolding it again, the text on it had become bizarre and even seemed to be swimming around as if it were alive.

However, because of this, Zhou You was also able to recognize the meaning behind it.

This doesn't mean he understood it, nor that he learned the foreign language in a few tens of minutes, but rather that after spending a long time with the Heavenly Demon, he himself had developed a certain understanding of corruption.

"I saw corpses everywhere. The abbot, the monks, even the novices who often made things difficult for me, every single one of them, lay on the ground, their bodies severed from their heads, their deaths gruesome and unbearable to look at."

"Who did it? Who could have so quietly slaughtered such a large temple?"

"I dared not think about it, I really dared not think about it. I could only pack my things overnight and go to find Ajarn. But when I got there, I found that Ajarn had also been killed. His skin had been peeled off all over his body, along with his wife and daughter, and they were hanging from the rafters, as if mocking him."

"I don't want to run away anymore. I'll just sit here and wait for you to come."

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"It's been more than ten days, and that demon is still nowhere to be found."

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"Was he deliberately toying with me like a cat playing with a mouse, or has he already left?"

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"I'm hungry, so I'll go down the mountain to find food. Everyone in the village is dead, so no one is cooking. But there's plenty of fresh meat, which should be enough to fill my stomach."

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"—Now I finally understand everything."

"So-called living, so-called death, everything is an illusion. This world was born from darkness and will inevitably return to darkness. Now that I think about it, my previous insistence was truly laughable. What is so-called good? In the end, it is nothing more than people's self-righteous empathy. When we return to nothingness, both good and evil will perish together. So why don't I use a more efficient way to carry it out?"

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“Grandma Anka is dead. She went completely mad after I showed her what happened to her child. Her body was found at the bottom of that dry well this morning. The Chaiwu couple are also dead. I fulfilled their wish and merged their bodies together so they would never be separated again. Only now do I realize how wonderful it is to be free and unrestrained.”

"The voice grew clearer and clearer, but I didn't care anymore. He changed me, but he also saved me. He was a being that transcended all things and was always one. He was also the servant who sat down at the highest place. One day I will come to His side and become one with him, her, it, and everything else."

"But before that, I have another job to do."

“Long ago, someone owed Him a debt—now, I need to collect it.”

There is also a photo at the very end of the book.

The photo was black and white, and probably due to the photographer's technique, it appeared quite blurry.

However, Zhou You recognized the people among them at a glance.

We're not very close, but we know each other.

He was stunned for a moment, but after a long while, a 'I knew it' smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he closed the book, went to Wen Tianyi, condensed his blood demonic energy, and gently kicked him.

The fat man was mostly unharmed, but the sudden jolt made him jump up.

"Something's ghosted! Wait, what the hell happened to me just now? Uh... and Mr. Zhou, why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou You smiled and then gently patted Wen Tianyi's back with the hilt of his sword.

"It's nothing. Everything's settled here, so I just wanted to let you know we should head back."

"Find Boss Lin and settle the remaining payments."

(End of this chapter)