Swish... heavy rain poured down. Jiang Xian looked straight at Song Chunyu who seemed to be collapsing. He suddenly understood the boundless fear in the other's heart.
There was no escape…Who did he see die? Did he really see anyone die?
If not, then... who is Li Mudong who used to work with him?
Does he... exist?
Is he... a human or a ghost?
A dense goosebump covered his body. He untied Song Chunyu's rope, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Have you heard about the Pan Bowen incident?"
Song Chunyu shook his head. Every time the lightning flashed, the nearly 1.9-meter-tall man shuddered.
Jiang Xian continued, "In 2013, 43 days before the college entrance examination, in Tanggu, Tianjin, the author of the article... let's call him A for short, was playing badminton with his classmate L. Because it was too sunny, they moved to the side of the dormitory building to play. It was here that they met Pan Bowen."
"Pan Bowen was A's junior high school classmate. They were both English class representatives, so they had a good relationship. After high school, they were in different classes, so they didn't interact much. Now that they happened to meet, they just played badminton together. Unexpectedly, Pan Bowen was too strong and was hit into the corner of the wall while playing badminton. There was a ventilation vent in the basement, and the ball happened to fall into it."
His voice was neither fast nor slow, but in this thunderstorm night, in front of Song Chunyu who was already like a frightened bird, it was strangely terrifying. Song Chunyu couldn't help but wrap the quilt tightly and moved closer.
Jiang Xian continued, "This dormitory building has been abandoned for a long time. The main door is locked. If A hadn't just bought the badminton for the game, he wouldn't have gone down to pick it up."
He paused, took a deep breath, and looked Song Chunyu straight in the eye: "But after he picked it up, he didn't see Pan Bowen's Li Ning racket . So he asked the classmate who was taking physical education class with Pan Bowen: Where is Pan Bowen's racket?"
Boom—another flash of lightning passed by, and Jiang Xian said faintly: "Students answer him: Who is Pan Bowen?"
"He was stunned, and then asked the PE teacher of Class 10, who also answered...there is no Pan Bowen in Class 10."
"This time, A was really scared. He went back to the classroom and asked everyone, including the teacher, and they all told him: There is no Pan Bowen!"
"Pan Bowen disappeared, or rather, he only existed in their world... That's the whole story. However, what they thought was a supernatural event was just bipolar disorder. That means he imagined a person named Pan Bowen and lived with him for several years. And he had no doubts in his mind."
Song Chunyu laughed as if she was crying: "You mean... I have bipolar disorder?"
"But you also saw Li Mudong!!" He almost roared, "This is not just my imagination! He is real! This is not an emotional disorder!"
Jiang Xian combed his hair vigorously. This was what puzzled him.
If Song Chunyu was alone, it could be explained that he suffered from bipolar disorder, but... he saw it and even fought with Li Mudong in person. The "memory maze" method would not be wrong. It was the first time he saw Li Mudong as a person, and he touched the real him.
Well, even if he also has memory disorder, what would Song Yunshen say?
Snap! At this moment, the lights in the entire camp suddenly went out.
They don't have electricity here, and the network can't be pulled, so they bought a generator. The wind and rain are so strong, there must be something wrong with the generator.
Jiang Xian did not move. Instead, he looked around with great vigilance. Three seconds had passed since the darkness fell, and he suddenly realized something : the sudden darkness, the entire camp, the tents were almost side by side, but he did not hear a single cry of surprise!
It was as if... everyone was brought into eternal sleep .
"What...what time is it?" Song Chunyu suddenly asked.
His voice was filled with even more intense fear than before. Jiang Xian immediately raised his hand and looked at the fluorescent watch on his hand. It was eleven fifty-eight.
"Twelve o'clock... twelve o'clock!" Song Chunyu rushed to the door like crazy, zipped up his clothes, and closed the window. He trembled and said, "You will soon know... why they are not human... Turn on the lights... Turn on the lights! Is there a light?! They are afraid of lights!"
Snap...As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xian's lighter lit up.
He had already turned the fire to the maximum, clearly reflecting everything around him. However... just as the lighter lit up, Song Chunyu's mouth suddenly opened wide! He was about to scream! The next second, Jiang Xian covered his mouth tightly and dragged him to stand in the middle of the room.
In the light of the fire, they could see... there were actually a lot of people standing around the tent!
Now, there was a storm outside, and they just stood there in the rain, motionless, like a dozen corpses. Or like hungry wolves, eyeing their prey in the dark.
That kind of silent terror was enough to make one's scalp explode! Even Jiang Xian himself felt a chill down his spine. After traveling all over the country for so many years, even he had never seen such a weird scene!
Zombies are back!
Jiang Xian suppressed his pounding heart and made a silent gesture with his fingers. Then... he put Song Chunyu down and walked towards the door of the tent step by step.
Step... Just as he took the first step, everyone outside... moved.
It was just a slight movement, but Jiang Xian was sure that the other party must have moved! Even if it was just a tremor!
A drop of cold sweat flowed down Jiang Xian's forehead, and he began to think frantically in his mind: Sound?
No... I shouldn't have made any sound just now. At least most animals can't hear it.
Heat source? Light source?
It's all possible... He pursed his lips and silently moved the lighter half a meter to the right. Suddenly, those shadows... moved again.
This time, Jiang Xian saw it very clearly, but it was precisely because of this clarity that he was horrified! Behind him, Song Chunyu had already begun to roll his eyes, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.
This time, all the shadows' heads turned in unison and slowly looked in the direction of the lighter, like zombies smelling blood and flesh.
"It's the light source... They are afraid and looking forward to it, just like moths to a flame..." Jiang Xian slowly moved his phone back, and with a flicker of his arm, a sharp blade appeared in his hand. Then, he slowly walked towards the tent door.
As he got closer, the figures moved more frequently, their entire bodies growing and shrinking! But never more than an inch. It was as if... as if their skin was about to break, and the evil spirits below couldn't wait any longer!
Finally, Jiang Xian was only one foot away from the gate. He held his breath - he could hold his breath for about ten minutes due to his training since he was a child. The hairs on his body stood up, and he could clearly feel that the figure opposite him was also not breathing!
There was no muscle movement to breathe. Except for the rain soaking their hair, they were like zombies, motionless.
No human could possibly do this... What kind of monster is this?!
Song Chunyu in the back had opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't help holding his breath. In his horrified eyes, he was shocked to find that Jiang Xian actually raised his hand! He used the sharp sword to stab out of the tent inch by inch!
Crazy... Is he crazy?!
Song Chunyu wanted to run, but he couldn't move his legs. These few minutes seemed so long, until he saw the sharp sword silently pierce out of the tent, and the figure outside the tent remained motionless! Then... the sharp sword made a sound of sand, and as Jiang Xian exerted force with his arm, it finally pierced into the chest of the figure in front of him.
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
Less than a meter apart, there was a suffocating standoff inside and outside the tent. The next second, both of them opened their eyes wide, their mouths opened wide, and they looked at the bizarre scene in front of them in disbelief.
The people outside…the figures outside, all began to tremble at the same time!
Just like zombies reviving, their human skins...began to rise and fall desperately!
The devil in the human skin has awakened, and it is about to break free from the shackles!
The ups and downs became bigger and more violent! Jiang Xian blinked, then rushed to the bedside and lit the quilt with a lighter without hesitation.
Boom! The flames shot up into the sky. At the same time, more than a dozen figures outside exploded! Then... like a black mist, Sharara disappeared in the air!
It was real black fog, and you could even see its shape on the tent! At the moment it exploded, the black fog seemed to be blown by the wind and was about to blow towards the tent, but the scorching heat stopped it. It dispersed and disappeared into the darkness.
No one spoke.
Only after the entire quilt was burned clean did Song Chunyu's legs go limp and he fell to the ground, and he said dully, "What... is that?"
No one can answer.
Jiang Xian gritted his teeth and rushed out of the house. Suddenly, more than a dozen pieces of human skin with holes appeared in his sight. Tell him: What you saw just now was definitely not an illusion.
"What on earth is hidden here?" He grabbed a piece of human skin and looked around with great vigilance, regardless of his body being soaked by the rain. Suddenly, he saw a professor lying in a corner outside a tent, trembling all over.
He thought about it and prepared to go over and pull the other person up. But just as he approached, the other person suddenly grabbed him, and the look on his face... It was like he had seen the end of the world.
Although he was very old, his strength was so great that Jiang Xian felt a slight pain when he grabbed him. Rain fell on his head, and he said tremblingly: "Five stars..."
Five stars?
What five stars? Five-star red flag? Five-star general? Five-star Maotai?
Before Jiang Xian could think about it, the professor went crazy and screamed at the top of his lungs: "Five stars... yes five stars!!"
"Five stars are coming... Five stars are coming!!"
Jiang Xian grabbed the other person and said in a deep voice: "Calm down!"
However, the other party grabbed his collar instead, his eyes widened like a ghost, and bloodshot. His teeth were trembling, and he said hoarsely: "Don't go down..."
“Don’t go down… You’ll die… You’ll die!!”
"People won't remember... there will be more people! There are ghosts... there are ghosts!! Down there... is the underworld!!"
Damn it... Jiang Xian sighed and carried the other person into the tent. But as soon as he entered the door, he was stunned.
Song Yunshen, who was supposed to be asleep, was now sitting in the middle of the room in a suit. And this room... had electricity.
Around him, three black-clad bodyguards he had never seen before were protecting him. Behind him stood a thin man. Seeing Jiang Xian coming in, he stood up and clapped his hands softly: "You are the only one I have seen who can take the initiative to attack this monster."
Jiang Xian wiped the raindrops off his face, and a sudden inspiration came to his mind. He looked at Song Yunshen and said, "So... you cut off the power on purpose?"
"Of course." Song Yunshen said calmly, "It seems that all members of the Exploration Team 2 have died."
He raised his chin towards the person behind him and said, "The Pan Bowen incident you mentioned earlier was very interesting. However, before coming here, I consulted a private doctor, and none of us have bipolar disorder."
"In other words, they were transformed into monsters in human skin by some invisible entity."
"This damn place... is really not that simple..."