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Chapter 508 G-chan tries out "The Hidden Mist Village Strange Tales"

On the Taoyuan Fantasy live streaming platform, a live streaming room decorated with a cute cat-eared avatar quietly went online. The title of the live streaming room read: "G-chan takes you to explore the secrets of "The Hidden Mist Village Strange Tales"!"

In the picture, a girl with cherry pink twintails is smiling at the camera. She is the popular anchor G-chan. Today, she is wearing a white T-shirt with a cartoon cat pattern, which makes her look cute and playful.

"Hello everyone! Today, G-chan is going to show you how to play Taoyuan Township's latest rural werewolf-killing game—"Kirigakure Kyoukaitsu!" G-chan excitedly waved at the camera. "I heard this game is super exciting, I can't wait to try it out!"

After saying that, G-chan lay down in the translucent sensory cabin behind her. As the cabin door slowly closed, she closed her eyes and entered the game world.

When G-chan "opened her eyes" in the game, she couldn't help but gasp. The login screen before her gave her a chill.

The image depicts an ancient village shrouded in thick fog. Crooked wooden houses loom beneath a gray sky. In the distance, a solitary stone torii gate stands in the mist, like a gateway to another world.

The most striking feature is the massive, withered tree at the center of the painting. Its tangled roots and twisted branches resemble ghostly claws, as if telling of an ancient curse. Several old paper lanterns hang from the trunk, their faint glow flickering in the mist, creating an eerie atmosphere.

What’s even more creepy is that the crown of the dead tree vaguely reveals the outline of a hideous human face, as if watching every player who enters the game.

The background music is the low sound of wooden fish and the faint sound of wind chimes, occasionally mixed with the cry of crows, adding a bit of eerie feeling to the picture.

The login button is designed as an old wooden sign with the words "Enter the Village" written crookedly on it, as if written in blood.

G-chan took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Wow, this login screen is so scary! It feels like I'm really entering a weird village."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered up the courage to click the "Enter Village" button. With a strange gust of wind, the scene was gradually engulfed by thick fog.

When the fog cleared, G-chan found herself standing in a village that seemed to have been transported from ancient times. The houses around her were quaint and dilapidated, and the streets were deserted. Only the occasional barking of dogs broke the eerie silence.

G-chan tried hard to suppress the uneasiness in her heart and said to the invisible audience: "Okay, everyone, let's explore this mysterious Mist Village together!"

As G-chan finished speaking, an adventure full of unknowns and thrills began.

……

In the game screen, a slender young man rides a retro-style motorcycle and speeds on a winding mountain road.

This man is the protagonist of the game, Tang Yin. He looks to be about 25 years old, with slightly messy short hair and a tired look on his angular face.

He was wearing a faded denim jacket, a white T-shirt underneath, a pair of washed-out jeans, and a pair of worn-out Martin boots. His whole look exuded a unique sense of vicissitudes.

Tang Yin rode his motorcycle through the night. The mountains in the distance rose and fell like huge, inky waves, and the shadows of the surrounding trees swayed gracefully in the moonlight, like countless dancing phantoms. A cold wind whistled past, bringing a hint of chill, and Tang Yin couldn't help but shiver.

He sighed, silently berating himself for his impulsiveness. "How reckless," Tang Yin muttered to himself, "I actually ignored the risk of getting lost and just ran around aimlessly. If I do get lost, it's my own fault."

Tang Yin glanced at the notebook clipped to the handlebars of his motorcycle. It was his travel diary. On the open pages, scribbled words recorded his journey. Fragments of past memories flashed through his mind like slides. Tang Yin shook his head, trying to push these thoughts out of his mind. "Don't think about it," he reminded himself. "Isn't this trip all about forgetting the past?"

Looking back, the last time he saw the roadside sign, the sun hadn't yet completely sunk below the horizon. Warm orange sunlight shone on the road, gilding everything with a gentle golden edge. Back then, he was still immersed in the upcoming night's adventure, unaware of the difficulties he was about to face.

"In other words," Tang Yin muttered to himself, "I only started to deviate from the route after dark."

He stopped his motorcycle and took out the map to examine it carefully. As he looked deeper and deeper, Tang Yin's brow furrowed. He realized that the situation was even worse than he had imagined. At almost every intersection, he had chosen the wrong direction. Even worse, this situation had lasted for over two hours.

"Damn it," Tang Yin cursed softly, "How on earth did I get myself into this situation?"

……

The bright moon hangs high in the dark night sky, like a huge silver lantern, casting a soft and cold light.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be painted with a hazy grayish-white hue, and the undulating contours of the mountains appeared particularly clear in the moonlight. The mountains in the distance were like the backs of giant beasts, silently crawling on the earth, exuding a primitive and mysterious atmosphere.

The surroundings were unsettlingly silent, with only the roar of motorcycle engines echoing through the valley. Occasionally, the night wind rustled through the trees, bringing with it the rustling of leaves, like a whisper from nature. The loneliness of midnight in the wilderness enveloped the entire world, leaving one feeling lonely and insignificant.

In this wilderness, all traces of modern civilization seem to have been completely erased.

There were no streetlights, no buildings, not even a single man-made path. Tang Yin felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times, becoming the only intruder in this pristine land.

The motorcycle's headlights cast a beam of light in the darkness, illuminating the narrow mountain road ahead. The bushes on both sides of the road swayed from time to time, making rustling sounds, making people wonder if there were any creatures lurking among them.

After two more hours of walking, Tang Yin's situation didn't improve. He began to realize that even spending the night in the wild was a luxury. The frequent wildlife activity here made him feel both curious and uneasy.

In just less than two hours, Tang Yin had encountered wild animals five or six times.

Several times he saw huge wild boars darting through the distant woods, their tusks gleaming coldly in the moonlight, and several times he caught fleeting glimpses of graceful elk, their watchful eyes gleaming in the darkness like stars in the night sky.

This was Tang Yin's first time in his life to have such close contact with a wild animal. Although he was filled with fear of the unknown, he also felt an inexplicable excitement rising in his heart. He felt as if he were experiencing a real adventure, even if this adventure had begun unexpectedly because he was lost. ...

Therefore, even in the face of such a predicament, Tang Yin did not consider turning back. He continued riding his motorcycle along the winding mountain road, as if driven by some mysterious force.

Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had to admit that his personality was indeed a bit twisted. Whether it was deliberately destroying a harmonious relationship or impulsively traveling alone, it was all a manifestation of this twisted personality.

He thought back to his past experiences, those days that could have been peaceful and beautiful, but they were always broken by his own hands. Just like now, he could have chosen a safe and familiar path, but he chose to take this unknown and dangerous path.

"That's it," Tang Yin muttered to himself, his voice drowned out by the roar of the motorcycle. "I'm someone who refuses to be ordinary and always wants to break the rules."

Under the moonlight, Tang Yin's figure appears lonely and insignificant, like a persistent traveler searching for an unknown exit in the maze of fate.

……

As the motorcycle continued to move forward, Tang Yin was surprised to find that the surrounding environment began to change. The originally rugged and narrow mountain road gradually became wider and flatter, and the road surface became smoother. Even more surprising, street lights began to appear on both sides of the road. The dim lights dispelled some of the darkness and gave people an inexplicable sense of security.

Just as Tang Yin was pondering this strange change, a building suddenly came into view, interrupting his thoughts. It was a small shop, standing alone on the side of the road, and it was particularly eye-catching under the dual illumination of moonlight and street lamps.

The very existence of this convenience store is full of weirdness.

Its exterior looked like it had been transported from the 1970s, its mottled walls covered in unknown vines. The neon sign flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if pulsing to some mysterious rhythm. A string of faded wind chimes hung at the entrance, emitting a crisp yet slightly melancholy sound in the evening breeze.

Most disturbingly, the shop's glass display case contained a variety of outdated merchandise, some of which Tang Yin had only seen in old photographs. In a corner of the window, an old radio quietly played a strange tune Tang Yin had never heard before, interspersed with eerie noises.

Tang Yin couldn't help but feel stunned. Opening a shop in such a remote mountain area was simply unthinkable. But at this moment, he was thirsty and tired, and urgently needed to replenish water and energy. After much hesitation, he decided to take the risk and enter this strange shop.

……

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, a mixture of musty and stale tobacco smoke hit him. Tang Yin was just adjusting to the dim light inside the shop when a figure suddenly emerged from behind the counter.

It was a young woman, seemingly in her early twenties. She had long, jet-black hair tied into a high ponytail, the ends slightly curled up, giving her a stubborn air. She wore a black T-shirt with a strange pattern Tang Yin couldn't understand, ripped jeans, and a pair of muddy Martin boots.

What was most striking was her face. Despite her delicate features, her brows were furrowed, her mouth slightly drawn back, and her large eyes were filled with impatience and hostility. Her entire appearance and demeanor exuded a fierceness and rage, like a volcano poised to erupt at any moment.

"What are you buying?" the girl asked, her voice cold and filled with obvious impatience. She folded her arms across her chest, aloof from strangers, and surveyed Tang Yin with a sharp gaze, as if examining an uninvited guest.

Tang Yin was startled by this sudden indifference, unsure how to respond. He looked around and saw the shelves filled with all sorts of strange merchandise, some of which were unidentifiable. An inexplicably eerie atmosphere hung in the air, leaving one shuddering.

……

Tang Yin took the bottle of mineral water and a few packets of snacks he had just bought, hesitated for a moment, and decided to ask the rude clerk for help. He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound more friendly.

"Well, I want to ask," Tang Yin said, "I seem to be lost. Do you have a map?"

Upon hearing this, the female clerk frowned even more tightly. She looked Tang Yin up and down, her tone still cold: "No. Go back to where you came from."

Tang Yin was a little annoyed by this cold response, but he suppressed his displeasure and continued, "Impossible? Aren't tourist maps a common item in small supermarkets? I've been lost for several hours and I really don't dare to run around anymore."

The female clerk seemed moved by Tang Yin's persistence, or perhaps she just wanted to get rid of this annoying customer as quickly as possible. She sighed, turned and walked behind the counter, and took out a folded map from a dusty drawer.

"Here you go." She spread the map out on the counter and pointed to one of the routes. "Follow this road. After about two hours you'll see a fork in the road. Turn right. A little further and you'll see an open area with a small town there."

Tang Yin carefully examined the map, but found that there was almost no marking on it except for some simple lines. He tilted his head and asked in confusion: "There is nothing marked on this map. Isn't this in the mountains? Where is the town you mentioned?"

The saleswoman replied impatiently, “There’s a human settlement there, but it’s not on the map. Just follow my instructions.”

Tang Yin wanted to ask more, but the saleswoman's attitude made it clear she didn't want to discuss further. He could only thank her and leave this strange little supermarket with a lot of questions in his mind.

Remounting his motorcycle, Tang Yin followed the directions given by the female shop assistant. The mountain road seemed exceptionally quiet under the moonlight, with only the sound of the motorcycle engine breaking the stillness of the night. About two hours later, he indeed saw a fork in the road.

After a moment's hesitation, Tang Yin chose the path to the right. This path was much narrower than the main road, and the trees on either side almost closed in overhead, forming a natural tunnel. The moonlight was obscured by the layers of leaves, and only scattered light fell on the ground, creating mottled shadows.

As we went deeper, the surroundings grew increasingly mysterious and eerie. Ancient trees twisted and coiled, their branches reaching toward the sky like giant claws. The ground was covered with a thick carpet of fallen leaves, which rustled underfoot. From time to time, strange birdsong could be heard from afar, sounding both unfamiliar and unsettling.

The air was filled with a damp, rotten smell, mixed with the fragrance of various plants, forming a unique forest smell. Occasionally, a cold breeze blew, bringing the rustling of leaves, as if the forest was whispering.

Tang Yin felt as if he had entered a completely different world. Everything here was filled with primitive wildness and mystery, completely different from the modern world he was familiar with. Although he was filled with unease, he was still attracted by this strange atmosphere and continued to explore.

As time went on, however, Tang Yin's anxiety grew. He had been walking for a long time, but he still hadn't seen the open space and town the shop assistant had mentioned. The surrounding scenery seemed unchanged, as if he had been walking in circles.

At that moment, a sudden jolt brought Tang Yin back to his senses. He felt the front wheel of his motorcycle sink heavily into something. Panicking, he slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The motorcycle lost its balance and fell forward!
(End of this chapter)