The Mysterious Sixth Person

The sixth person who appeared out of nowhere

After kicking down the crooked neck tree, Yang Cheng and the others continued forward. {What? You don't know yet|.Read.C0M, error-free chapter reading| Hurry up and google it!}

He didn't know if his actions had any effect, but after walking for several more miles, they finally didn't see that crooked neck tree again.

"See, what did I tell you? What ghost wall? We just took a wrong turn earlier. So, people can't scare themselves."

The others quickly chimed in with flattery, "Brother Cheng is amazing. Even if there were ghosts, they'd be scared away seeing how powerful Brother Cheng is."

"That's right. Even if ghosts came, so what? We've sold so many people, we haven't tried selling ghosts yet."

"We have plenty of yang energy, so those demons and monsters don't dare to come near us."

The rest of them laughed heartily, joking around for a bit. The tense atmosphere was dispelled, and they became relaxed again.

"If we walk for about ten more minutes, we should be able to get down the mountain."

Yang Cheng smiled proudly. Just as the atmosphere was peaceful and everyone was full of hope.

The once lively group suddenly fell into dead silence, as if their throats had been choked, and no one could make a sound.

The scene suddenly became quiet. Yang Cheng was still a bit unaccustomed to it and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Cheng, Brother Cheng, you, you look ahead, what is that?"

The person speaking trembled violently, their face as pale as paper, as if they had seen something terrifying.

"Look at your expression, you can't possibly have seen a ghost."

Yang Cheng glanced over nonchalantly. In an instant, his eyeballs bulged, and all the color drained from his face.

Because in reality, what they saw was even more terrifying than a ghost: a perfectly intact crooked neck tree!

"M-maybe it just looks a bit similar, it's not the one Brother Cheng kicked just now."

Everyone still held a faint hope in their hearts, thinking it was just a similar-looking tree. But after seeing the strips of cloth fluttering on the tree.

They all went crazy!

This was the very tree Yang Cheng had kicked!

But now it was standing perfectly fine before them, the fluttering strips of cloth seemed to mock their naivety in silence.

Yang Cheng's eyes widened, his eyes bloodshot, and the look of fear was almost overflowing. It wasn't just him; the others had similar expressions.

"This place is too strange."

"Could there really be ghosts?"

"Brother Cheng clearly kicked this tree down, how did it appear again?"

The unchanging scenery around them, and the crooked neck tree that followed them like a ghost, always inescapable. Even after being kicked down by Yang Cheng, it reappeared before them intact.

They couldn't find the way out no matter what.

These supernatural events were like a huge stone, crushing them until they could barely breathe.

Everyone was almost driven mad.

The timid ones in the group had already started crying.

They thought they had seen hope, but they had once again fallen into the abyss of despair, as if invisible hands were manipulating everything, enjoying the desperate faces of these human traffickers.

"What should we do, Brother Cheng? We've really run into a ghost this time."

Yang Cheng feigned calmness, "Ghosts? What era is this, still superstitious."

If one ignored his pale face and trembling voice, his words would have been somewhat convincing.

Everyone fell into a panic. Only Hu Xiaocao remained the most composed, even showing a hint of anticipation on her face, a stark contrast to Yang Cheng and the others.

A few adults were not even as composed as a child.

It was a pity that in their panic, they didn't notice Hu Xiaocao's unusual behavior. Even if they had noticed, they wouldn't have taken it seriously.

The mountain wind wailed, the pale moonlight fell on their faces, and the surroundings were shrouded in thick mist, making it impossible to see the path. They seemed to be trapped in some strange encirclement.

A cold wind whistled in from behind their necks, as if someone was constantly blowing cool air on their backs, causing goosebumps to erupt on their exposed skin.

"Let's go, keep moving forward."

Yang Cheng's teeth were chattering as he said this.

Everyone trembled, huddled together like frightened quails, warily looking around.

Afraid that something might suddenly appear out of the vast white mist.

They moved forward cautiously. Whether it was an illusion or not, they felt that the mist around them seemed to have thinned considerably. At least they could see their shadows on the ground now.

This was good news for them.

The only stroke of luck in their misfortune.

The reduced mist meant they could see the road clearly and would soon leave this cursed place.

Yang Cheng took out his compass again, wanting to determine their direction and location, but the compass remained motionless.

"Damn it, failing me at the crucial moment."

Yang Cheng swore and threw the compass to the ground.

The compass instantly shattered into pieces.

The path beneath their feet was now somewhat visible, but most of the surrounding environment remained shrouded in mist.

Unable to discern their direction, and after their earlier aimless wandering, they had no idea where they were now.

Although the fog showed signs of dissipating, it would likely take some time to disappear completely, and they couldn't afford to stay put.

Moreover, after what had just happened, they didn't dare linger.

Ma Tian looked at the compass on the ground, his peripheral vision seeming to catch something. "One, two..."

"What are you counting for at a time like this!"

Yang Cheng interrupted impatiently. He was already flustered, and the sound of counting felt like a death countdown.

Ma Tian pointed at the ground, his hand trembling as if he had Parkinson's, his face as pale as a ghost.

"Why, there are only five of us, but there's an extra shadow on the ground?"

The moment he spoke, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

Yang Cheng rubbed his eyes, his features contorted with sheer terror.

There were four of them, plus Hu Xiaocao. Yang Cheng was in front, Ma Tian at the back, and Liu Siming in the middle. Logically, there should be no one behind him.

Yet, there was an extra shadow behind him now!

At that moment, Ma Tian's heart turned ice-cold, as if he'd been doused with cold water in the dead of winter. The blood in his body instantly froze.

That sixth person was right behind him!

Everyone wore expressions of horror. Their group of five had indeed gained an extra person!

Who could this sixth person be?

When had they appeared? They hadn't noticed anything at all.

Ma Tian couldn't help but swallow, his throat feeling like it was being scraped by blades, yet the so-called sixth person was right behind him.

He held his flashlight and slowly turned his head, never before feeling time drag so slowly.

"Crack—crack—"

Ma Tian thought he heard his own teeth chattering, but he quickly realized something was wrong. This sound was coming from the sixth person!

It was an unbearable grinding sound, like countless bones and joints rubbing together!

Finally, as his head turned with his shoulders, he saw the scene behind him. But what greeted his eyes was an image that Ma Tian would never forget.

A pair of pitch-black eyes were staring at him, and a wave of chilling dread washed over him!