354: Who writes a diary?

Shen Bei ran wildly, and after escaping the swamp, he collapsed on the ground to rest.

He turned to look at the Little Brat beside him.

He truly couldn't understand what this thing was.

Shen Bei's expression was quite complex.

The Little Brat showed no threat or inclination towards aggressive behavior.

It was just a child one would ordinarily see.

However, he was not human; his appearance was simply a miniature version of an alien.

An alien's young.

It deeply struck a soft spot in human aesthetics.

Or rather, humans are naturally in a state of 'cute love' for any creature's young.

But strangely, Shen Bei couldn't sense any life aura from the Little Brat.

It was like... a dead person.

"Dead person."

Zhuang Bifan dragged a corpse out of the mirror, and upon seeing the child Shen Bei had brought back, his expression changed several times, but he finally said calmly, "But it looks harmless."

Shen Bei was somewhat moved, but still hesitated, asking, "Should we..."

Shen Bei made a chopping motion with his hand at his neck.

Zhuang Bifan shrugged, "If you wanted to, why save it?"

Shen Bei's thoughts were exposed, and he let out a sound of acknowledgment.

"Talk to him, even Buddhism advocates for salvation," Zhuang Bifan said.

"That should be your job."

"I still have to study the corpse."

"Are you writing a thesis or something?"

Zhuang Bifan waved his hand, indicating he didn't care, and went about stripping the corpse's clothes.

"What's your name?" Shen Bei broke the silence, asking the Little Brat.

"I don't know." The Little Brat stood there blankly, looking up at Shen Bei with a bewildered expression.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know."

"Who did you see in the puddle just now?"

"I don't know."

Three consecutive 'I don't knows' made Shen Bei's brows furrow, feeling a sense of helplessness.

However, through their brief conversation, Shen Bei also realized that this Little Brat wasn't stupid; although he didn't know anything, his logical thinking was at least clear.

Shen Bei exhaled and asked again, "You don't know who you saw? Then why did you go over there?"

"It looked very familiar, and I wanted to ask it if it knew who I was," the Little Brat answered honestly, which gave Shen Bei an even bigger headache.

This Little Brat didn't know who he was, didn't know how he got here, didn't know why he was here, didn't know anything.

The Little Brat sat on the ground, looking lost.

Shen Bei's expression was complex, he hesitated for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

Shen Bei decided to use the most tactful words to remind the Little Brat of some established facts:

"Little fellow, you're actually dead, do you remember?"

"I'm dead?" The Little Brat wasn't too surprised, just opened his mouth slightly, as if he had a sudden realization.

A moment later, the Little Brat looked downcast, muttering to himself, "I seem to really be dead, dead for a long time."

"Don't think too much, just think about what your name is and where you want to go," Shen Bei said, rubbing the Little Brat's head to comfort him.

For Shen Bei, he couldn't keep this child with him; who knew what might happen.

He had saved him on a whim, simply wanting to get more information about this barrier world, but now it seemed his plan had failed.

Then he could only let him vanish into thin air.

If he refused to realize his own death, Shen Bei wouldn't mind a physical 'salvation'.

After all, whether in the human world or the Earth Cave World, these things that are neither human nor ghost should be eliminated, cleaned up, and dealt with.

A wandering soul who had forgotten he was dead, forgotten his name, forgotten everything about his past, yet still wandered here for a purpose he didn't know.

No, to be precise, the Little Brat's Divine Soul had probably already dissipated; now it was just that his obsession in life was too strong, and he himself possessed many supernatural abilities, allowing him to wander here like a living person.

Even the monsters in the swamp couldn't tell whether this child was alive or dead.

"Have you thought of anything?"

"Just a little bit."

"Tell me."

"I thought that I want to find my mother and my father, but I forgot their names, I only remember that my mother was very beautiful and my father was very powerful." The Little Brat's eyes were very bright, and he didn't seem troubled by the fact that he was dead.

"In that case, it will be very difficult to find them," Shen Bei said with a bitter smile, but before he could finish, he was defeated by the Little Brat's eager gaze, unable to continue, and could only comfort him, "How about this, I'll try my best to help you find them, but whether it will succeed, and when I can find them, I don't know."

"Thank you, Big Brother, I'm counting on you." The Little Brat smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, and placed one hand into Shen Bei's, seemingly entrusting himself so easily into Shen Bei's care.

Suddenly, an unexpected change occurred.

The Little Brat's chubby palm silently dissolved, turning into stark white bones, and the clothes he was wearing also vanished with the wind, turning into nothing.

"Big Brother, please." The Little Brat was not surprised by his change, and his bewildered eyes, at this moment, became bright and clear: "My name is Baoyu, my father is Wu Bi'an, please send me home."

After the last sentence was spoken, the chubby Little Brat silently transformed into a stark white skeleton, which had already become jade-like, feeling like warm jade to the touch. On the bones, there were also dense purple Dao patterns, as if naturally formed, full of a harmonious and natural beauty.

Looking closely again, the seemingly simple Dao patterns contained infinite profound mysteries, like clouds and mist, like the earth's Veins, and also like the majestic thunder. It was as if the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth were contained within these simple patterns. After just a few more glances, Shen Bei felt dizzy and his Divine Soul unstable, which scared him into quickly averting his eyes, not daring to look further.

Shen Bei felt that this bone seemed to be somewhat useful, so he casually threw it into his storage ring.

After the Little Brat vanished into thin air, Shen Bei turned to look at Zhuang Bifan.

"Any discoveries?" Shen Bei asked, leaning in.

Zhuang Bifan turned to look at Shen Bei, then countered, "Solved?"

"The Little Brat just... ceased to be," Shen Bei answered truthfully.

Zhuang Bifan nodded, "It's good that you weren't entangled. I have good news here."

He held up a notebook tightly wrapped in plastic: "This must contain what we want to know."

Shen Bei's eyes lit up, then he shrugged, "Not a proper person."

"Ha, indeed, who writes a diary if they're a proper person?"

Zhuang Bifan chuckled, carefully unwrapping the outer packaging.

Although the corpse had been soaking in the puddle for a long time, it seemed to be affected by some rule and had not decomposed, looking exactly as if it had died just last night.

And this notebook had also been carefully protected; it was likely that knowing they had to cross the swamp, to prevent water damage, it had been wrapped in plastic bags, layer upon layer, tightly and waterproof.

After unwrapping it.

Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan sat on the ground, turning the pages one by one.

From the first page, it recorded the daily life of the diary's owner.

The two were like flipping through a person's life in a slideshow.

They could feel the owner's joys, angers, sorrows, and happiness through the text.

"Quite interesting, huh?" Shen Bei smiled silently.

Zhuang Bifan took a breath, "It's like prying into someone else's entire life."

As the diary entries rapidly progressed.

The diary's owner joined the Apocalypse Cult.

These contents weren't particularly worth reading.

They fast-forwarded directly to the last few pages.

Starting from the tenth page from the end.

The diary's owner began to enter the Xing Sha Dungeon.

And Shen Bei and Zhuang Bifan saw a familiar name here:

"The list of team members for this dungeon expedition is: Zhang Tian, Muye... Yun Zhiyi..."

"Objective: Divine General Mountain, steal the exotic item from the temple on the mountain."

"Estimated completion time: one year."

"Today is the first day of departure. We cannot take a boat, so we can only take a detour..."

Hiss~~

Shen Bei's eyes widened.

Yun Zhiyi!