No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Upon hearing this, the surrounding players all showed expressions of sudden realization, and their gazes towards Mu Zhixi were filled with even more awe.

The expert was indeed a prophet!

Unbeknownst to them, they had stepped into the former dwelling place of the gods!

It's laughable and presumptuous for an ant to look up at the blue sky!

Ling Xi rested her chin on her hand, playing with her older sister's hair with her fingertips, and looked at the silver-haired elf sitting on the edge of the well with a lazy and casual posture, and thought to herself.

Things have changed, and people are no longer the same. Returning to this familiar place, Miss Eileen must be filled with mixed emotions.

The reason she appeared so calm was perhaps because she didn't want to reveal her vulnerable side to outsiders.

Thinking of this, Ling Xi decided to do something for her.

"Everyone, split up and search. There might be other clues in the village, but remember, don't touch anything here, and don't be greedy."

Having learned from past mistakes, the players naturally dared not have any objections and cautiously explored the other houses in the village in small teams.

The dungeon guides exchanged glances and followed without a word, ostensibly to "protect their allies," but in reality, they wanted to see if they could find anything to curry favor with this lady.

Soon, only Mu Zhixi, Yuexi, and Lingxi remained by the ancient well.

Mu Zhixi was happy to finally have some peace and quiet; she could finally get some rest.

She casually took out a piece of osmanthus cake, her favorite food from her past life, from the panel's storage, and ate it slowly and deliberately. She also checked the surge in her faith points in the background and was very satisfied.

Occasionally, she would unconsciously twirl a strand of her long silver hair around her neck with her fingers, curling it as if to relieve boredom.

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This scene, witnessed by Yuexi not far away, caused her beautiful eyes to narrow slightly.

Miss Eileen's actions...

She appeared to be playing with her hair, but the way her fingers were twisting it around had a strange sense of rhythm.

One lap, two laps, then a brief pause, then three more laps.

one two three…

Is this some kind of code?

Yuexi's gaze unconsciously swept over the layout of the village.

The houses in the village are not arranged in a regular pattern, but can be roughly divided into three areas: left, middle, and right. They are currently in the second row of the middle area.

One, two, three... the third room from the left?

Yuexi's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Eileen, who was still focused on eating pastries, and ultimately suppressed the urge to immediately verify it.

No, Miss Eileen is reminiscing about the past right now, and I can't disturb her.

She decided to let those "pathfinders" try it out first.

Without making a sound, Yuexi conveyed her guess to a player team that was exploring nearby through a special means of communication.

After receiving the message, the team hesitated briefly, but ultimately chose to trust the judgment of the Moon Clan's High Prince.

They quietly deviated from their original search route and headed straight for the third house on the left, a thatched hut that looked half-collapsed.

When they pushed open the creaking wooden door, everyone held their breath.

The room was empty except for a dusty wooden table and some scattered, rotten furniture.

"There's nothing here?" one of the team members said, somewhat disappointed.

"Don't rush, look carefully again." The captain frowned, feeling that things weren't that simple.

Just then, a team member accidentally knocked over a wooden candlestick on the table.

"Click".

With a soft thud, the floor beneath their feet suddenly caved in, revealing a dark underground entrance.

A smell mixed with dust and a strange fragrance wafted out from the tunnel.

The team members exchanged glances, all seeing excitement and trepidation in each other's eyes. They had made the right gamble!

The captain left two people outside to keep watch, while he led the rest of the group down the stone steps with great care.

The tunnel wasn't deep, and at the end was a small stone chamber. In the center of the chamber, there was no gold or silver treasure, only a simple stone platform, and on the platform lay a thick notebook wrapped in an unknown leather.

On the notebook, there was a yellowed piece of paper, clearly placed there later, with four large, hastily written characters in scarlet ink—

Do not open!!!

This alarming warning made the captain, who was about to step forward, pause in his tracks, a chill running down his spine.

Just as the team was hesitating, wondering whether it was a trap or some kind of test, a shrill scream suddenly came from the entrance of the tunnel!

"Monster!" came the terrified shouts of his companions from the ground.

The captain's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking twice, he grabbed the notebook from the stone platform and shouted at the team members behind him.

"Hurry up!"

The group scrambled out of the tunnel, only to find a huge, fleshy monster covered in eyeballs outside, stuffing one of their companions, who had been left outside to keep watch, into its mouth and chewing it up.

"run!"

The few survivors were terrified and rushed towards the ancient well without looking back. The eyeball-shaped monster let out a shriek and chased after them relentlessly, its limbs made of countless tentacles moving with it.

Mu Zhixi had just finished eating a piece of osmanthus cake when she saw several players running towards her in a panic, followed by a very unique-looking "octopus ball".

She frowned slightly, feeling it was a bit of a mood killer.

The players rushed to the well, and the leader, with trembling hands, presented the thick notebook to Eileen.

"Eileen...Your Highness! We found this in that room!"

"Diary?" Mu Zhixi took the notebook with some curiosity; it felt cold and heavy in her hands. She saw two indistinct ancient divine characters on the cover, which happened to mean "diary."

She saw the warning note again and found it somewhat amusing: "They really know how to create a mood."

She casually tore off the note, not taking the warning to heart at all, and was simply curious enough to open this so-called "diary".

The notebook seemed to be locked by some force, but the moment Mu Zhixi's fingers touched the cover, a soft "click" sounded and the latch automatically popped open.

The moment the pages were turned, an indescribable sacred aura suddenly spread out from the notebook, instantly enveloping the entire village!

The pursuing eyeball-shaped monster let out a mournful howl under this aura, and its massive body melted away rapidly like snow under the scorching sun, turning into a pool of black water.

Mu Zhixi was also startled by this turn of events, and she looked down.

The pages are not blank.

A thick diary, but only the first page had writing on it; the rest of the pages had been carefully torn out, one by one.

A golden feather, seemingly formed from light, serves as a bookmark, quietly nestled between the torn pages, each reduced to a single corner.

On that single surviving first page, written in a delicate and compassionate handwriting—completely different from the warning note—it resembled a historian's record:

"I record this in the name of the royal court historian, and ask future generations to bear witness."

"When this feather reappears in the light of day, it will be the beginning of the Eye of the Lord regaining her lost authority and the past."

"But please remember this well, for knowing the past is also the beginning of bearing the curse. No world can remain unscathed. Players, take care—Iraeius, Royal Historian."