"What the hell was that?"
After a brief silence, a commotion suddenly broke out in the truck's cab.
There were angry curses, suppressed shouts, frantic attempts to start the vehicle, and other such noises.
The uncle and nephew in the cab, one large and one small, were obviously terrified.
No matter who it was, on such a strange and tense dark-red night, suddenly arriving in a place like this and seeing a huge tree with things hanging from it... anyone would probably be scared into this state.
The hateful part was that the vehicle had somehow stalled. It only made repeated ignition noises, while the headlights at the front flickered on and off.
The uncle and nephew's breathing reached its limit...
Whoosh...
It was as if a cool night breeze had blown over, sweeping through the waist-deep weeds around them like a person's sigh.
The people hanging from the tree began to sway slowly at the same time.
The ropes where they were tied to the trunk let out a teeth-grating creak, and they slowly turned their heads.
Their faces were purplish-red, their tongues protruded from suffocation, and their expressions were twisted with pain. Yet strangely, those expressions seemed to have undergone some subtle adjustment, causing the corners of their mouths to pull slightly to either side. It looked as though every hanging person was smiling.
It seemed that when they were hanged, both pain and pleasure had appeared on their faces at the same time.
Facing the gazes of these dead people, the two men in the cab, one old and one young and both in a panic, slowly fell silent.
The terrified shouts and curses, as well as the sounds of them trying to start the vehicle, gradually faded away.
After sitting quietly in the cab for a