In the endless fog, Ma Tian was alone.
Fear and dread surged into his heart together. On top of that, the voice that appeared from time to time, calling his name, gnawed at his fragile nerves.
Ma Tian couldn't help but wonder if the white bones he'd seen earlier were hiding in the thick fog, imitating human speech to lure him in on purpose and waiting for him to walk straight into their trap.
He looked around nervously, his eyes bloodshot. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
"Ma Tian! Ma Tian! Ma Tian!"
The voice suddenly became urgent and shrill, as if it had noticed that he had discovered something. It kept calling his name.
The high-pitched voice warped horribly, like a ghost come to claim his soul, seeming to be everywhere at once.
It grew clearer and closer, as if it were right beside his ear!
It heralded the arrival of the White Bone Spirit.
The mere thought of that scene was terrifying enough.
Ma Tian widened his eyes, the red veins within them clearly visible.
He suddenly clutched his head and covered his ears, screaming hysterically, "Stop shouting! Stop shouting! I'm not afraid of you!"
Yet the demonic voice pierced his ears like maggots burrowing into his bones, impossible to shake off.
Elsewhere, Yang Cheng warily surveyed his surroundings. He, too, had become separated from the others.
Although that eerie skeleton hadn't caught up with him, he didn't dare let his guard down. He pulled a dagger from his clothes for protection.
Though he appeared calm, his mental threshold had actually reached a critical point. The slightest disturbance could make him completely break down.
One could tell from his expression. His twitching mouth and eyes both suggested that the defenses of his