Life in a mountain village was dull, so people went to bed early and got up early.
It had just grown light.
The roosters began to crow.
Wisps of cooking smoke rose from every household in Nanhucun Village.
Last night's eerie crying had terrified the survivors. People from several houses had all run to Jiang Qiao's house. When there was no room left, they left the door open and crouched by the entrance, trembling for most of the night.
Not until the latter half of the night.
The more than twenty people who had been frightened all day could no longer hold on and gradually fell asleep.
But they were plagued by nightmares.
Fortunately.
Although the crying had been terrifying, nothing had actually happened. After wandering around nearby for a while, the sound had vanished on its own.
"This village isn't normal either."
"Let's leave as soon as possible. I want to go home."
These unlucky travelers had been eager to leave the mountain and return home first thing in the morning.
But as soon as they stepped out of the small building.
They discovered that the atmosphere was somewhat off.
Only two rescue team members were staying with the surviving tourists. The rest were lodging in other villagers' homes. As soon as everyone came out and met up, they began discussing the strange crying from the previous night.
"It gave me the creeps."
One team member said, "With rain this heavy, who knows what was crying."
"I asked one of the locals."
"He said he had never heard that sound before either."
"He told me not to go outside."
"As if I would dare go out after hearing that!"
The team member was very young, barely in his twenties, and looked quite strong. But no matter how strong he