"What was that sound?"
The Fatty was very sensitive to sound. He immediately widened his eyes and looked around.
But it was no use. Anyone could see that this fog had appeared under strange circumstances, almost in an instant. They just hadn't expected anything strange to happen on the road before they even found Daotou Village.
"Everyone, don't panic. Stay as close together as you can," Jiang Cheng reassured them.
They all dismounted, then used their horses to form a circle around the group. They stayed inside the ring, warily watching their surroundings.
The strange sound moved fast. Within a few breaths, it had reached them. Just as they thought they were about to be attacked, it suddenly vanished. An eerie silence fell all around them, so oppressive it made their hearts race.
Jiang Cheng's eyesight was decent, but in this fog, visibility was less than three meters.
But just because people couldn't see didn't mean animals couldn't sense anything. The horses, usually docile, paced restlessly in place, visibly agitated.
Something was nearby, and it was still there, lurking in silence.
"Staying here means waiting to die. The horses are spooked. We have to keep moving."
Zhang Qizheng's voice trembled. The old man rarely showed this side of himself.
Jiang Cheng and Zhang Qizheng led the horses at the front, while Yao Shunyu and Tang Qisheng brought up the rear. After confirming their direction on the map, the group pressed on.
The mountain trail was already difficult to navigate, and now the fog forced them to feel their way forward, their nerves taut every moment.
Cold sweat streamed down the Fatty's forehead. His lips quivering, he said, "I—I'm telling you, did you hear that? The sound is still there. It's right beside us."
The Fatty had heard it. As soon