Wasn't This Much Better Than Those Ghost Movies?

Pale, mannequin heads hung from the tree branches, swaying back and forth, occasionally turning slowly toward the crowd, making for an extremely eerie sight.

Dark shadows flickered in and out of sight, occasionally accompanied by low growls.

It not only has scary sets, but also hides all sorts of thrilling and dangerous traps.

There is a device that mimics a drop tower, where vines suspend people high in the air.

Suddenly, they plummeted rapidly, going up and down erratically with a huge drop, terrifying the bandits who screamed incessantly.

There are also boulder traps; large rocks roll down the narrow mountain path from time to time, forcing them to run and dodge frantically.

There are also constantly rotating vine cages that trap people inside, spinning them in circles until they feel dizzy, nauseous, and disoriented.

The four, Canglang, Liehu, Jinglei, Xueying, were also scattered in the forest, each of them panicking and disoriented.

The Canglang, trapped in the iron cage, was about to struggle when it suddenly turned around and saw a white-clad ghostly figure silently standing in the shadows.

The woman in white was so light that she seemed to float away, not at all like a living person, with her long hair covering her entire face.

When he hurriedly turned his head to take a closer look, he was instantly terrified and his whole body went numb.

Her hair was long in the front and long in the back, exactly the same from front to back, which was indescribably eerie and frightening.

"A ghost! Help!"

"I want to go home! I'll never do anything like this again!"

The Canglang completely broke down, wailing and screaming for mercy.

On the vacant lot by the roadside, a pair of old-fashioned embroidered shoes stood alone in the middle of the road.

Jinglei glanced over unintentionally and froze on the spot.

Hanging from an old tree was a figure dressed in a bright red wedding gown, the red dress swaying gently in the night breeze, making it appear as if she had hanged herself.

The figure slowly turned around, its face deathly pale and terrifying, its eyes empty and lifeless, and two streams of bloody tears flowing down its cheeks, making it look both miserable and horrifying.

Upon witnessing this scene, Liehu's legs went weak, he was so frightened that he wet himself, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

Xueying frowned deeply, forcing himself to remain calm, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

They were thoroughly exhausted that night, and didn't pass out until dawn.

The trees laughed loudly and threw them down the mountain.

Zhou Wanwan treated it like watching a horror movie, with all sorts of scenes unfolding throughout the night.

She sighed and said, "If I were in modern times, I would film them all. That would be absolutely amazing, much better than those ghost movies!"

The Old Scholar Tree chuckled and said, "I'm afraid this will be an unforgettable experience for them, enough to deter them from ever daring to cause trouble in the mountain stronghold again."

When dawn broke, these people slowly opened their eyes.

The Canglang's tears flowed down its cheeks.

"It feels like a dream. This Black Wind Stronghold is really too eerie. You guys can go if you want, but I'm not going."

I'll go home obediently right now.

Jinglei was so scared his teeth were chattering. "Forget it, I'm going home too. My legs are weak from all this last night. This was more exciting than a robbery."

Everyone else shook their heads, and then went their separate ways.

But when they got home, all the bandits were dumbfounded.

The Canglang blinked blankly, then spoke in a low voice:

What exactly happened?

This place looks like our mountain stronghold, but the more I look at it, the more something seems off; it doesn't look familiar at all.

His subordinates hurriedly said:

"Boss, this is definitely our Canglang Mountain, there's no mistake."

"Don't we even recognize our own mountain?"

Another henchman turned pale and said in a trembling voice:

"The mountain is indeed our Canglang Mountain."

But... but our original mountain stronghold seems to have vanished into thin air.

Canglang hurriedly returned to his mountain stronghold, and upon seeing what was there, he was instantly stunned.

The village originally had more than a hundred houses, but they all disappeared completely, leaving not a trace.

The grains grown in the village, the chickens and ducks raised, and all sorts of other items that were usually kept there were nowhere to be found.

The entire mountain was empty, desolate, and unfamiliar.

He was both panicked and anxious, and immediately rushed towards the warehouse.

When they arrived at the location, the warehouse was already empty; there was nothing inside.

The Canglang's eyes turned red instantly, and it roared at the top of its lungs:

"Who on earth? Who moved all my warehouse items?"

My storeroom was piled Manman grain, and there was also a huge heap of gold and silver jewelry—where did it all go?!

He suddenly remembered the secret location where he hid his treasures, a place he used specifically to store his family's wealth.

The Canglang rushed over, but when it lifted the covering grass and pushed open the hidden compartment, its heart sank to the bottom.

The dozen or so large boxes there were empty. All the possessions he had painstakingly accumulated over half a lifetime had vanished into thin air, leaving not a single penny or item behind.

He collapsed to the ground. "It's over, all my life's work is gone."

It wasn't just him; all the other dozen or so mountain strongholds were the same.

All the houses in the mountain stronghold had disappeared, and Liehu, Jinglei, and Xueying all roared to the sky.

Unfortunately, everything is gone.

Even their hidden stash of money disappeared.

Liehu couldn't believe his eyes. "Impossible! Only I know about this treasure trove, how could it be so outrageous?"

Jinglei also complained, "This person is so despicable! At least leave us something! They really wiped out everyone! Tell me, who did this?"

Xueying looked at them and said, "Could it be Black Wind Stronghold's doing?"

Liehu shook his head:

"As you all saw yesterday, the mountain stronghold didn't make a sound at all last night."

Everyone was asleep, how could they have done it?

Jinglei said helplessly:

"So what do we do now? We're about to starve!"

They didn't leave us a single grain of food. How are we, with thousands of people in my mountain village, supposed to survive?"

Tears streamed down Canglang's face. "If I ever find out who did this, I'll kill them."

Meanwhile, the ten mountain strongholds that allied with Zhou Wanwan saw a significant increase in the number of houses built overnight.

Those ten mountain villages were truly poor; their houses were so dilapidated they couldn't be worse.

They were so poor in the mountain stronghold that they could barely afford to eat, otherwise they wouldn't have cooperated with Zhou Wanwan.

When they woke up the next day, they found that the house had changed; the dilapidated thatched huts had all been transformed into stone houses.

Some were even more outrageous, turning into particularly grand wooden houses.

Everyone in the mountain stronghold rushed out, shouting, "What happened? How did our stronghold become like this overnight?"

"My God! They've all turned into wooden houses! It's amazing! We won't have to suffer from cold and hunger anymore."

The bandit leaders wiped away their tears and said, "Oh dear! This must have been done by Black Wind Stronghold. We've chosen the right master this time."

Then they saw dozens of people walking towards them in the distance and said:

"This is our Black Wind Stronghold's token. Our master sent us to teach you how to grow sweet potatoes, how to spin cloth, and how to forge iron."

"And these grains, cotton cloth, ironware, farm tools, and various seasonings were all sent here by our master."