Zu An and Yu Yanluo could both sense the guard’s fear conveyed through the distorted writing. The two of them exchanged a look, their expressions turning serious. They quickly continued reading to find out more information.

Unfortunately, there was nothing. There were no more recordings.

Zu An wondered seriously, “Could that thing he was talking about be the creature releasing those roars?”

“It probably is,” Yu Yanluo said, taking the book from him. Her expression was grim as she continued, “In private, the other guards call these items death accounts. These books prove the guards’ statuses and record their dying words, so they usually keep them close. Since it’s been left here, that means he’s already encountered something unexpected…”

Zu An fell silent. The pressure the mysterious creature gave off could even make them somewhat fearful, so how could it be something an ordinary guard could deal with?

Yu Yanluo closed the notebook. The owner’s name was engraved on the cover: Peace. She felt pained when she saw that name, which carried his parents’ blessi...