“Xue Qing is dead, she’s finally dead!”

“Actually, I always knew Xue Qing would die. Maybe I won’t have long either.”

“I, Xue Qing, Wu Qiang and many others, we all escaped to this school together!”

“Compared to the others, we were so much luckier, but compared to the others, we were also so much more unfortunate.”

“Because we had to endure far more fear than them before we would die.”

“When we fled to this school, I saw a huge octopus floating outside. That octopus relied on its eight faces — there were old people, children, young men, teenagers…”

“I only glanced at it once! It noticed us, the three of us ran like crazy, Xue Qing was shoved by Wu Qiang, and then that octopus caught up and impaled her with a tentacle.”

“It’s ridiculous. Wu Qiang had just shown favor toward Xue Qing, but because their ages were so different, she would never agree.”

“I swear Wu Qiang did it on purpose! Just because Xue Qing rejected him!”

“He’s a despicable, treacherous man.”

“The reason I write this diary is to record Wu Qiang’s true face, so that people later can see him for who he really is.”

At this point, the first diary entry ended.

Chen Ye and Chu Che looked at each other, both feeling that the “Wu Qiang” mentioned in the diary sounded a lot like Wu Jianshan.

Maybe they were the same person.

“Xue Nan has been searching for his sister. Could this be that Xue Qing?”

“Should be… maybe… not sure!”

They continued reading.

“October 20, 2030. Weather: Heavy Snow!”

“Today it’s still the college, people keep dying inside the school; when we first fled here, every classroom had people, but…”

“Now many classrooms are empty!”

“I heard from others that the anomalies stormed into classrooms and dragged people away, and those people never came back.”

“I also saw a woman entirely white as snow, that woman was an anomaly, and there were many around her, crawling on all fours, terrifying to behold.”

“October 21, 2030. Weather: Heavy Snow!”

“More and more people are dying, every day, every hour, every minute, every second people die!”

“Some are swallowed whole by those anomalies, others are dragged away. As for where they go, no one knows.”

“Maybe the next second will be me!”

“What a pity, Xue Qing was so beautiful, and she just died like that!”

“I heard Xue Qing had an older brother who’s a big internet celebrity. Pity he had no phone, otherwise we could see what her brother looked like!”

“If Xue Qing hadn’t died, how great it would be if she were my girlfriend. I’d treat her so well!”

“Wu Qiang, that idiot! One day I’ll kill him!”

An older-brother internet celebrity???

Chen Ye felt a bad premonition in his chest.

He had more contact with Xue Nan and knew what Xue Nan had given up to find his sister.

Back then Mo Huairen had used that news to trick him.

Chu Che’s expression darkened as well.

“October 23, 2030. Weather: Moderate Snow!”

“The snowfall was lighter today!”

“I met Wu Qiang. He’s changed a lot, very thin, looks like he lost about twenty jin.”

“Well, in an apocalypse like this with no food or drink, it’s no wonder people get thin!”

“There are fewer and fewer people. I chatted with Wu Qiang for a bit.”

“Today I found out Wu Qiang actually graduated from one of the country’s top universities.”

“Keep in mind, our county only had one person make it in back then, my heavens!”

“Wu Qiang said he used to be the head of an internet company, once worth hundreds of millions, financially free.”

“Later his partners robbed him of the company, the once-high-ranking internet upstart lost everything overnight!”

“Before escaping here, Wu Qiang was penniless and had to survive by delivering takeout.”

“But his delivery job often got bad reviews. In just a few days he had so many negative reviews he couldn’t keep doing it!”

“Then the kid tried street vending, worked on construction sites, did odd jobs…”

“Who would have thought Wu Qiang’s life was so… varied!”

“Of course, I also suspected he was bragging!”

“But judging by how he spoke, it seemed genuine!”

“Wu Qiang said he was grateful for this apocalypse, because now everyone is equal!”

“Whether you were a high official or worth millions, now we all have only one life!”

“Wu Qiang gave himself a new name, calling himself Wu Jianshan!”

“From what he said, he felt he’d been muddling through his whole life, and only now had he truly ‘seen the mountain.'”

“He asked me if I knew what the Worship God Sequence was?”

“Damn, what the hell do I know!”

So Wu Qiang was actually Wu Jianshan!

This man had such a background.

“Finished reading?”

Chen Ye reached to turn the page but was stopped by Chu Che.

Chu Che impatiently said, “Wait, I’ll die otherwise, I haven’t finished!”

After about half a minute, the diary turned to the next page.

“October 25, 2030. Weather: Moderate Snow!”

“Fuck, Wu Qiang, no, Wu Jianshan is crazy.”

“Damn it, he brought Xue Qing back!”

“What the hell!”

“He put Xue Qing’s corpse in the next classroom, somehow obtained a bunch of incense and candles, and performed bows three times a day, nine kowtows!”

“This lunatic is insane!”

“He… he treated Xue Qing’s corpse like a god and worshipped it!”

“October 26, 2030. Weather: Moderate Snow!”

“My heavens, Xue Qing was killed by that monster’s tentacle, but now that wound has healed.”

“I snuck in while Wu Jianshan wasn’t around and saw it myself!”

“My heavens! Everyone’s gone mad!”

“Also, I think Xue Qing looks even prettier than when she was alive?”

“No, Xue Qing was always beautiful, it’s just… just… I can’t explain it.”

“October 27, 2030. Weather: Light Snow!”

“Wu Jianshan formed the Death God Church and made us all join!”

“He brought back a lot of supplies!”

“I don’t care what church it is, as long as there’s food, we’ll join.”

“Now there are only ten of us left, all of us joined the Death God Church, and Wu Jianshan calls himself the Archbishop!”

“He scribbles something messy on the floor of the school chapel that I can’t understand!”

“Wu Jianshan is going to hold a ceremony in two days as the initiation for joining the Death God Church!”

“I don’t care, as long as he feeds me, he can hold ceremonies every day!”

“By the way, Wu Jianshan said he himself is a blindwalker of Worship God Sequence 1.”

“Who knows what a blind believer is, he’s all mystical mumbo-jumbo, Wu Jianshan’s brain is broken! He must be mad.”

“He goes every day to Xue Qing’s room to chant sutras, all mystical and weird!”

“And he forbids us from bothering him!”

“Boss Zhao, relying on his size, refused to submit to Wu Jianshan. Yesterday morning he deliberately disrupted him while he was chanting!”

“As a result, Boss Zhao was nearly beaten to death by Wu Jianshan!”

“My heavens, Wu Jianshan can fight like that? I never knew!”

“In front of him, Boss Zhao was like a child.”

“Boss Zhao was beaten to death!”

“Wu Jianshan is terrifying!”

“October 28, 2030. Weather: Heavy Snow!”

“Something happened today. Someone got sick and was about to die!”

“Wu Jianshan gave that person a bottle of red potion to drink, and the person… was healed!”

“My heavens!”

“If that potion existed before, it would’ve sold like crazy.”

“A person on the verge of death was cured just like that!”

“October 29, 2030. Weather: Heavy Snow!”

“My heavens, I’m going to puke!”

“I saw Wu Jianshan feed Xue Qing… feed Boss Zhao’s flesh to Xue Qing, and Xue Qing’s eyes bled tears of blood!”

“The color is exactly the same as that potion, identical!”

“I absolutely won’t be mistaken!!!”

“What to do? Tomorrow is the ceremony day, Wu Jianshan definitely has something planned. I want to run.”

“But… but it’s snowing so heavily outside…”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep