Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

Zhang Xing's face was bluish-purple, and his lips were black.

With each exhale, a distinct white mist could be seen.

It's like being in an extremely cold place where the temperature is tens of degrees below zero.

"Boss... Boss..."

As Zhang Xing was running, he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, groaning in pain.

"I...I can't take it anymore..."

"It's so heavy...and so cold..."

"There seems to be something on my back..."

Ren Quanxu was startled and immediately stopped and looked back.

Upon seeing this, he felt as if his soul had been ripped away.

All that could be seen was Zhang Xing's back.

There, lying face to face, was the old woman in the funeral clothes from earlier!

The old woman's withered, claw-like hands gripped Zhang Xing's shoulders tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh.

Her face was pressed tightly against the back of Zhang Xing's head, his cloudy, empty eyes...

At this moment, she was staring venomously at Ren Quanxu through Zhang Xing's shoulder!

"ah--!!!"

Ren Quanxu exclaimed in surprise and sat down on the ground with a thud, backing away on his hands and feet.

This scene was captured through the wearable live-streaming device on his head.

It was clearly visible to all the viewers.

"Holy crap! He's on top of me!"

"Possessed by a ghost! This is real possession!"

"No wonder Zhang Xing complained it was heavy! How could it not be heavy carrying a dead body?"

"Boss Ren! Run!"

The chat in the live stream went crazy.

But even more terrifying things were yet to come.

Ren Quanxu subconsciously looked around.

He was horrified to discover that it wasn't just Zhang Xing.

The rest of the team members were all covered in something!

On the back of that blond-haired, hot-headed young man lay a child, soaking wet.

The child was holding what appeared to be a human head in his arms and was grinning at the camera.

On the neck of another photographer, a hanged ghost with a long tongue is riding.

The scarlet tongue hung all the way down to the photographer's chest, still dripping with sticky saliva.

"Ghosts...it's all ghosts..."

Ren Quanxu was in despair.

He felt his neck begin to stiffen, as if it were being wrapped around something cold.

He struggled to turn around and see what was on his body.

The camera slowly panned to follow his movements.

Just as the camera zoomed out to its limit.

A bluish-purple, highly decomposed ghost face appeared almost right next to the camera!

That face was too close.

They were so close that they could even see the maggots wriggling inside the rotting flesh.

"whee……"

A shrill laugh rang in Ren Quanxu's ears.

The viewers in the live stream were instantly speechless.

Many people even felt their hearts stop for a second.

"Run...run fast..."

Ren Quanxu shouted to the remaining people, his voice trembling with tears.

"Find...find a way out..."

But in this desolate village shrouded in thick fog, where is there any way out?

They were like mice trapped in a cage, running around in circles, their lungs about to burst.

In the end, they were devastated to find that they had returned to where they started.

The stone tablet that reads "No Unauthorized Personnel Allowed"

They remained standing there quietly, as if mocking their ignorance.

"Boss...are we...are we stuck here?"

Zhang Xing's face was ashen; he lay sprawled on the ground, too weak to even stand up.

His eyes began to glaze over, clearly his yang energy had been drained by the thing on his back.

Ren Quanxu struggled to his feet and tried to pull Zhang Xing up.

But his own hands were trembling violently.

"Don't give up... there must be a way..."

He said this to everyone else, but also to himself.

But his tone had lost all confidence.

Facing the live stream camera, he used his last ounce of strength to warn:

"Please, please, please don't come to this deserted village in the Qinling Mountains..."

"This... is the source of the strangeness..."

"This place...is truly terrifying..."

The voice just fell.

The rotting, grotesque face came close to the camera again, making a shushing gesture.

"Shh..."

Just when everyone thought Ren Quanxu was doomed this time.

A striking comment suddenly appeared on the screen.

[Qinling Returnee]: Don't wander off! You can't get out! That's a maze!

[Qinling Returnee]: My grandfather always said, "Don't go out after dark! If you encounter something dirty outside, and it's really bad... just hide inside the house!"

【Qinling Returnee】: Although the house is not clean, at least it can keep out the ghosts outside!

[Qinling Returnee]: Quick! Just find any house and rush inside!

This comment was like a lighthouse in the darkness.

Ren Quanxu felt like he had grasped at a straw.

"Come inside! Come inside quickly!"

He roared, and his adrenaline surged again.

He grabbed Zhang Xing from the ground, ignoring the old woman still on his back, and scrambled towards the nearest black wooden house.

The others realized what was happening and frantically followed after them.

The black wooden house had its doors tightly shut, and a charcoal brazier that had long since gone out was placed at the entrance.

On the offering table next to it, there was a pile of paper ash and some rotten, blackened food scraps.

It looks extremely sinister.

But at that moment, it was their only way to survive.

"Bang!"

Ren Quanxu suddenly slammed open the heavy wooden door.

An even colder, musty smell wafted over.

The crowd filed in, then desperately slammed the door shut, holding it shut with all their might.

"Huff... huff..."

Everyone collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

the strange thing is.

The moment I entered this room, the heavy feeling that had been pressing down on my back vanished.

Ren Quanxu touched his neck, and the icy feeling was gone.

He looked at Zhang Xing.

The old woman on Zhang Xing's back had also disappeared.

"No...that's all?"

Zhang Xing touched his back, his face showing relief at surviving the ordeal.

"That thing... doesn't seem to have followed us in?"

The viewers in the live stream breathed a sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death! I really thought we were going to be wiped out."

"It seems that what Qinling Guike said was true; one can indeed find refuge inside a house."

"But... haven't you noticed? It seems colder inside than outside."

Before Ren Quanxu could even feel happy, he was reminded by this line of comments.

He shuddered.

indeed.

The temperature inside this room is several degrees lower than outside.

and……

too dark.

There were no windows in the room, and once the door was closed, it was pitch black.

It was like being splashed with a thick layer of ink.

Even the beams of powerful flashlights seem to be mostly swallowed up here, only illuminating a small area in front of you.

"It's so cold..."

Zhang Xing huddled in the corner, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes became somewhat vacant, and he kept muttering, "So cold...so cold..."

Ren Quanxu forced himself to calm down.

He raised his flashlight and began to look around.

This is a typical old-style main hall.

There is a side room on each side, and a main hall in the middle.

The furniture was all heavy, dark wood, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Many spider webs were hanging in the corner of the wall.

But in this extreme darkness, there's always a feeling that something is hiding in those shadows that can't be seen, watching them.

Ren Quanxu swallowed hard and gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.