Ghost Wall, Can't Escape the Deep Mountains

Chapter 50: Ghost Wall, Can't Get Out of the Deep Mountains

The moonlight was bright, coldly overlooking the people moving through the mist, running back and forth, as if in a cycle. [For uncensored chapter novel reading, search on Google]

The darkness around was even thicker, forming a stark contrast with the white mist. Black and white intertwined at this moment, like a heavy spider web wrapped layer by layer, making the flies and insects inside unable to break free.

Unfortunately, they were completely unaware of this, still making useless efforts.

Yang Cheng and Ma Tian didn't know how long they had been walking. Despite their mouths being dry, they still hadn't seen the path leading to the foot of the mountain.

Initially, there were still people in the group talking.

But as time passed, it became quieter and quieter, as if assimilated by the surrounding environment, falling into a deathly silence, inexplicably making people panic.

"Don't you guys think it's too quiet?"

The sudden voice broke the original silence.

Everyone couldn't help but stop.

At first, they could still hear the chirping of insects and birds, as well as the incessant sound of cicadas. But after the white mist appeared, all these sounds disappeared completely.

Besides their footsteps, there was no other movement around.

The white mist formed its own world, as if completely separating them from this land.

Yang Cheng's expression became a little subtle as he tried his best to reassure everyone, "Don't overthink it. Maybe there aren't many insects around here. Let's walk a bit further, maybe we can get down the mountain."

Although this reason didn't hold water, everyone couldn't care less and quickened their pace, wanting to escape this strange environment.

Ma Tian suddenly stopped.

Yang Cheng's tone was a little impatient, "What is it now?"

Ma Tian looked around as if he had noticed something, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"How come I feel like we've walked this road before?"

There was a small commotion in the group.

"That's impossible. We've walked such a long way, how could we be going in circles?"

Yang Cheng shone his flashlight carefully around the surroundings, "Don't talk nonsense."

Ma Tian immediately became anxious, "Really, I remember this crooked neck tree. I thought it was quite memorable, so I looked at it a few more times."

He paused and said word by word, "But now I see this crooked neck tree again!"

Everyone followed the direction he pointed and looked. There was indeed a solitary crooked neck tree next to them.

The tree didn't have many leaves left, only the bare trunk, twisted into a strange shape, like an old man at the end of his life.

"Maybe you're mistaken. It's not unusual to see identical trees in the mountains."

Although he said this, Yang Cheng kept it in mind, and the group continued to move forward.

However, after a short while, the crooked neck tree reappeared in everyone's sight. Yang Cheng felt his throat inexplicably dry, and his heart pounded with fear.

He feigned calmness, "Maybe, just maybe, we ran into the same tree again?"

The expressions of the others clearly showed disbelief. How could there be such a coincidence? It's not like all the trees around were crooked neck trees.

For a moment, everyone's faces turned grim.

"Perhaps we were too anxious just now and took the wrong path, which is why we ended up back where we started."

Yang Cheng tied a piece of cloth to a tree and led the group in the opposite direction, "Don't worry, we'll definitely get out this time."

The crooked neck tree watched the group disappear into the thick fog. The silver light from the sky sprinkled down. Although there was no wind around, the cloth strip on the tree inexplicably began to flutter.

This time, the group didn't see the crooked neck tree, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had finally been lifted.

Yang Cheng said with relief, "It seems we accidentally lost our way just now, which is why we circled back to where we started. It shouldn't take long to get out of the mountain now."

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

As soon as Yang Cheng finished speaking, Ma Tian's slightly trembling voice sounded. He pointed ahead, "What, what is that thing in front?"

A black silhouette appeared not far away, like a twisted monster, hidden in the depths of the mist, secretly observing their every move.

Yang Cheng had a bad premonition and cautiously walked closer to take a look.

His pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had seen something incredibly unbelievable. Even his breathing became rapid.

A solitary crooked neck tree came into view, and on its branches was the piece of cloth he had tied himself.

Yang Cheng exclaimed, "How can this be!"

They had walked for at least half an hour, and they had even walked in the opposite direction. How could they have returned to the same spot!

This was all too bizarre.

If it could have been explained by two identical trees before, then the cloth strip was tied by Yang Cheng himself, so it couldn't be something similar, right?

The panic on everyone's faces was replaced by fear and dread.

"This is too freaky. Are we encountering a ghost wall?"

"We've walked for so long and still haven't gotten out. Could it be that we've been going in circles the whole time?"

"This mountain is really too strange. Even the fog in the mountains isn't this thick. Could something evil be at play?"

A mountain wind, coming from nowhere in particular, blew, rustling the leaves of the trees not far away. It sounded like someone was clapping their hands.

Moreover, the fog was so dense that they couldn't see clearly. They could only hear the pervasive mountain wind moaning, like the wails of ghosts.

Paired with the crooked-neck tree in front of them, it was utterly bizarre, sending chills down their spines.

Cold sweat had already soaked through everyone's clothes. When the wind blew, they couldn't help but shiver.

Ma Tian couldn't help but swallow. "So, what should we do now?"

A fierce glint flashed in Yang Cheng's eyes. "What 'ghost wall'? I don't believe it. Let's keep going! I refuse to believe we can't get out of this damned mountain!"

This time, he chose a direction opposite to the crooked-neck tree.

However, it wasn't long before the crooked-neck tree appeared again.

The expressions on everyone's faces grew even more grim. At the same time, an unspeakable fear surged into their hearts.

Yang Cheng glanced at it, his expression so dark it seemed like it could drip water.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they seemed to have fallen into a cycle. Every time, they would see that crooked-neck tree.

The vast fog formed a strange loop, enveloping them within it, making it impossible to escape.

Yang Cheng was covered in sweat, his eyes bloodshot. Upon seeing the crooked-neck tree again, he finally couldn't stand it.

"Bang!"

He kicked the crooked-neck tree, causing the entire tree to shake violently.

"Damn it, I'm telling you to stop blocking our path!"

"It's just a stupid tree. Do you think we're scared?"

Yang Cheng kicked it again and again, his expression ferocious, though a hint of panic flickered in his eyes.

The crooked-neck tree was already frail, and its branches were thin. It had long since weathered, and the inside was almost hollow.

With a "crack," it fell down.

Yang Cheng still seemed unsatisfied and stomped on it fiercely a few more times.