"Did you hear something?"
The seven-person team.
They set off again.
But after walking only a few steps, the two people at the back repeatedly glanced behind them, always feeling as if there was a sound coming from behind.
"What sound?"
"I didn't hear anything."
Scar-faced man instinctively looked back as well.
But the moment he turned around,
his expression suddenly changed.
At the edge of his vision, a man wearing a Bamboo Hat suddenly appeared. His skin looked as though it had been coated in plaster. The man was pressed tightly against his back, no more than a few centimeters away.
He could even feel the cold, damp aura emanating from the man.
However,
when he hurriedly turned his head, the man had disappeared again.
But when he turned back,
the man appeared once more in the corner of his eye.
A Vicious Ghost!
Without needing to think much, Scar-faced man immediately realized that he had attracted a Vicious Ghost—and one that existed through idealistic means at that.
It could not be seen head-on.
It could only be noticed in a fleeting glimpse from the corner of one's eye.
"Damn it!"
"Was it the scarecrow that attracted it?"
Scar-faced man's expression darkened. Fortunately, everyone's expressions were more or less the same at that moment, and several people were also looking around, so no one noticed anything unusual about him.
But,
being haunted by a Vicious Ghost in a place like this—and one that could not be seen—was certainly not a good sign.
"That's strange."
The two people walking at the very back spoke again.
"I'm certain."
"There's definitely a sound behind us, like someone gasping for breath. It sounds like they're having a hard time, like they can barely breathe."
"We may have run into a ghost."
Ghosts.
In