Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes?
They had no idea how long they had been walking down this deep, secluded road, much less how much longer they would have to walk. There were no other sounds around them, only the noises they themselves made.
The team was gradually growing restless, and some members had already gone pale.
Just then, Ms. Anna, walking at the very front, suddenly shouted, "Ghosts, damn it. Quickly, prick your hands and use pain to drive away fear."
Ms. Anna's warning was absolutely correct.
Ghosts were the lowest-level Undead creatures. They possessed almost no attack power, but aside from sunlight, they had very few weaknesses and were difficult to kill.
Their only threat was a test of willpower. If people failed that test, they would be frightened to death.
Pain could increase one's resistance to fear.
But it was too late.
Ghosts were invisible to mortal eyes. Colin merely felt a chill wind rush toward him, as though cold-blooded snakes were crawling over his skin and flicking their tongues at him from time to time. Goosebumps rose all over his body, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.
But after it passed, nothing happened. He immediately turned to look at Bill. Thankfully, his best friend was fine—his face was just pale, and his legs were weak.
"Ahhh!!!!" But some of the team members were not so fortunate. Having failed the willpower test, they let out inhuman screams and collapsed to the ground, convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
Colin saw a team member in front of him suddenly scream and fall backward. He instinctively reached out to catch him, but upon closer inspection, he found that the man had already stopped breathing. Foam spilled from his mouth, terror covered his face, and his blue pupils had shrunk