Common Hallucination

Yu Xing wasn't the first to spot these faces; by the time he ran back to camp, the camp was already on high alert.

The gaze disappeared.

Wu Runhao was just about to look for his troublesome brother-in-law when he saw him return, and he breathed a small sigh of relief.

He was holding his breath.

Group Three Group Four are responsible for nighttime guard duty; they are currently facing the direction from which the white-faced man is coming, and have their guns at the ready.

"Group Two is ready to provide support at any time. The medical team is ready to treat the wounded. Everyone else, stay in your tents and don't come out!" This time, Wu Runhao didn't use a megaphone because everyone in the camp had spontaneously shut up, and it was deathly quiet.

The experimenters and the Armed Unit at least somewhat believed in the existence of the undead, while the logistics, medical, and other miscellaneous personnel all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Oh, perhaps it really was a ghost.

Wu Runhao added, "Set up the camera and make sure you film these things."

Yu Xing reluctantly dragged her camera over again.

"Go back and go into the tent." As soon as Wu Runhao saw him, he immediately pushed him inside.

"No way, I'm a cameraman too. Don't try to get special treatment at a time like this. I'll stand back a bit." Yu Xing was unwilling in her heart, but on the surface she was very enthusiastic, arguing with a frown.

Wu Runhao cursed under his breath, not having time to waste with him. He arranged the safest filming position for him, and Old Liu was placed next to him, ostensibly to take care of him.

Those pale-faced men were approaching the camp, and they were moving quite fast.

The Group Three leader looked through his binoculars and immediately cursed, "Damn, it really is a ghost!"

Yu Xing also saw the ghost's true form getting closer and closer through the camera screen.

To be honest, this was the most bizarre-looking ghost he had ever encountered in the deduction Yugi.

There were about a dozen ghostly figures in the shot, all with slender bodies and heads that emitted a white light, as if their heads were covered by lampshades that blocked the light source.

The body, from head to toe, is particularly deformed, twisted like a pretzel, with several short legs branching out at the bottom for walking.

Like a centipede, all its legs move rapidly with every movement, which is quite disgusting.

In the ensuing battle, they had already entered the Armed Unit' firing range. Due to their unthinking approach and terrifying appearance, Wu Runhao did not hesitate much and immediately handed over the command of the battle to the leader of the Group Three, instructing him to lead his teammates and the Group Four to launch an attack.

"Aim at me, all of you!" The leader of the Group Three, like the original Long Zhou, was also a mercenary. He spoke directly and bluntly. He aimed at the fastest-running, pale-faced guy, and a shot rang out.

The pale-faced man was hit on his twisted, receding body.

It let out a scream, its face contorted in pain and ferocity, and it angrily quickened its pace, charging toward the camp.

Behind this white-faced figure, the other white-faced figures also seemed to have been provoked, and their speed suddenly increased.

"Shoot them all!" the Group Three leader roared, and immediately, all the members of the third and fourth groups opened fire on the white-faced men.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshots made Yu Xing frown uncomfortably, and he could vaguely hear suppressed sobs coming from the tent behind him.

This is understandable; many people who come to the island don't believe in ghosts and treat it as an adventure Yugi.

Logistics and equipment maintenance are roles that require ability, but not necessarily courage.

I really witnessed something ghostly tonight; I doubt the atmosphere at the camp will ever be as relaxed as it was during the day today.

The good news is that the good cops are falling one after another.

They were physical entities, and bullets were enough to destroy their bodies. When they were still about ten meters away from the camp, only six of them were still moving forward.

The roars turned into howls, and they let out indescribable cries. Looking at the complex expressions on their glowing white faces, Yu Xing suddenly felt something was wrong.

A guess flashed through his mind, and he subtly pointed the camera at the nearest pale-faced person.

Using the faint light emanating from the pale-faced figures, Yu Xing could clearly see that their twisted, body-like forms were covered with clothing!

However, the clothes were twisted and torn along with the skin, making it impossible to recognize the original appearance.

His pupils contracted, and he squinted at the pale-faced man's sides.

The white-faced man had no arms; it was unclear whether they were twisted inside his body. He manipulated the camera, switching between several targets before finally finding what he wanted to see on one of the white-faced men.

Red armband!

This discovery seemed to signal that things were heading in the worst possible direction. Without hesitation, Yu Xing shouted, "Brother-in-law! The white-faced guy has Group One of red armbands! They're Group One team!"

Wu Runhao, who was watching the battle intently, was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically!

The members of Group Three and Group Four were also taken aback, and their firing speed noticeably slowed down.

Wu Runhao seemed to remember something, and reached out to check his body, only to find that the walkie-talkie was missing.

He shouted back, "Has anyone seen my walkie-talkie?!"

Wu Runhao's voice echoed through the camp, tinged with a suppressed panic.

A brave logistics officer emerged from the tent. His pale face bore a striking resemblance to the ghostly white-faced figure outside the camp, causing Wu Runhao to widen his eyes in astonishment.

"Mr. Wu, when the Group Two came back, I saw you casually put the walkie-talkie in your tent," the logistics staff said.

Wu Runhao asked urgently, "When was it released?"

"The Group Two just returned; you went out to greet them."

Wu Runhao felt as if struck by lightning.

Unable to contain his absurd speculation, he turned to Group Three Group Four and roared, "Stop firing! It's an illusion! It's an illusion!"

Yu Xing realized the reason almost simultaneously.

He wasn't far from Wu Runhao, and he heard every word the logistics personnel said.

"Brother-in-law, your walkie-talkie was in your tent, so what did you take out earlier?" he reminded Wu Runhao. "You said the walkie-talkie wasn't working, Group One wasn't contacting you. If that wasn't a walkie-talkie!"

That's definitely not a walkie-talkie.

After dark, everyone began to hallucinate.

Wu Runhao assumed he had the walkie-talkie on him and wouldn't even think about whether he had left it in the tent.

Therefore, those repeated call requests naturally could not be connected.

The walkie-talkie was a hallucination for Wu Runhao, and also for Yu Xing.

Their hallucinations were the same, which shows that on the Dead Spirit Island, hallucinations do not produce different effects because of the different thoughts in each person's mind.

What if these pale-faced people near the camp... are just a collective hallucination of many more people?

If Group One was only slightly delayed on the way.

The Group One had been trying to contact Wu Runhao, but had not received a response.

If Group One finally returns to the vicinity of the camp more than forty minutes late, they are shocked to find that the camp has set up guns on them.

Wu Runhao couldn't think any further. He quickly ran back to the tent and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

The walkie-talkie was on, and a faint groan could be heard coming from it.

"Calling... calling..." The voice was intermittent, and just listening to it, you could tell that the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie was about to die.

Groups three and four stopped firing on Wu Runhao's orders, leaving only one white-faced man still approaching the camp.

It slowed down.

It staggered.

It collapsed to the ground as it stepped into the area marked by the small flags planted in the camp.