In the era of the supernatural, how did I become the source of terror?

Guan Changming lay face down on the bed with a dry towel in his mouth.

A gruesome wound ran down the back of his hand, extending to his forearm. The skin was torn open, and beneath the dark red bloodstains, one could even see the writhing gray dead flesh inside.

It seems that due to supernatural forces, the wound could not be completely stopped from bleeding and could only be stitched up a second time by supernatural forces.

Lu Yue sat to the side, pulled a bloodstained bone needle from her sleeve, with some eerie black thread attached to it, and began to stitch up the wound.

"Bear with it, Changming." Lu Yue's voice trembled slightly, her eyes were like water, and her gaze was full of guilt.

After all, her boyfriend was injured while saving her.

"Go ahead and do it, this little bit of pain won't kill you." Guan Changming bit down on the towel, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Lu Yue calmed her mind, focused her attention, and quickly inserted the bone needle.

"Ugh..." Guan Changming grimaced, wanting to scream but not daring to, clutching the bed sheet tightly.

The bone needle pierced the flesh with precision, and the black thread seemed to wriggle at the wound as if it were alive, tightly stitching the opened flesh back together.

As the suturing progressed, the residual gray mist at Guan Changming's wound was gradually forced out and dissipated into the air.

Only after the last injection was administered did Guan Changming breathe a sigh of relief and sit up.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, casually pulled his coat over his shoulders, and looked at Lu Yue with a smile that was more like a grimace.

No one would have guessed that the two, who came from different organizations, were actually a couple in private.

But in a place where death is a constant threat, human emotions are a luxury.

"This fog is strange today," Lu Yue said in a low voice. "The fog came as soon as we entered this area. It didn't form naturally; it seems... it's aimed at us."

Guan Changming's face was gloomy as he touched the old DV camcorder beside him: "I actually have the same feeling. When we were making our move in the fog today, I used this thing to film something. This DV is actually a magical artifact that can record traces of supernatural events. Let's review it later and maybe we can find something."

"Hmm." Lu Yue nodded, then a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. "And Qin Xiao, her precognitive abilities in the pool room are crucial. Although she can only see for ten seconds, in a supernatural confrontation, ten seconds can decide life or death. Tonight will definitely not be peaceful. Qin Xiao's precognition might come in very handy. Have someone keep a close eye on her and make sure nothing happens to her."

"Don't worry, Chen Feng isn't someone to be trifled with either. I mentioned it to him, and he'll arrange for someone to keep an eye on things." Guan Changming snorted, rested his head on Lu Yue's slender legs, and fiddled with the DV camera in his hand.

At this moment, in the room at the other end of the corridor.

Chen Feng sat at a worn-out square table, surrounded by three team members, who seemed to have just finished a meeting.

"Everyone, try not to sleep tonight. If you hear any noise, provide support immediately." Chen Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Last night, the ghost broke its rule of not opening the door on its own, which means its supernatural power is reviving. I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning to find your corpses. Be on your guard, and if we want to survive, we have to stick together."

The team members' expressions tightened, they nodded silently, and then retreated to their rooms.

After everyone left, Chen Feng sat there silently, lit a cigarette, and looked out the window at the impenetrable darkness.

His expression shifted between light and shadow.

Tonight is destined not to be a peaceful night.

In room number two, Qin Xiao was curled up alone on the sofa in the corner of the room, trembling uncontrollably.

The emotions that had been suppressed in the team exploded at this moment.

Within that gray fog, the precognitive ghost within her body passively triggered its own rhythm.

She saw a terrifying sight: everyone was engulfed by a gray fog.

Amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, beneath the three-meter-tall mist demon stood a blurry human figure.

That person emanated a familiar, eerie aura.

It's someone I know in the team!

Because of the erosion caused by the gray fog, she could no longer remember that person's name.

"No... I have to tell Xu Ye, I have to tell him immediately..."

Qin Xiao struggled to stand up.

However, she had just stood up while leaning against the wall.

A chilling, deathly wind suddenly swept through the room.

The door, which had been tightly closed, opened a crack without anyone noticing.

Gray mist, as if alive, squeezed in through the cracks in the door.

Qin Xiao's pupils were filled with terror.

A pair of feet covered in lividity and with an eerie bluish-black color appeared out of thin air less than half a meter in front of her.

"It's you..."

Before she could even let out a complete scream, a cold hand gripped her neck tightly.

The next second, her body was dragged directly into the thick gray fog that appeared out of nowhere.

……

Guan Changming pressed the play button on the DV camera.

The green screen flickered with static before playing footage of them navigating through the gray fog earlier that day.

Guan Changming stared intently at the screen, his thumb pressed on the rewind button, repeatedly observing the rear of the team.

"What's wrong?" Lu Yue leaned down to look.

"Look here," Guan Changming said, pointing to a corner of the screen.

In the footage, inside the library, thick fog blankets the area, and the group is struggling to move forward along the ropes.

At the very back of the line, a blurry outline more than three meters tall could be seen in and out of sight.

The silhouette followed at a leisurely pace, getting very close.

"What's so strange about that? Ghosts are following us." Lu Yue frowned.

"No, look at the time frame. This photo was taken five minutes before we entered the fog area."

Guan Changming's face was extremely grim: "At that time, we were not attacked at all, and the fog around us wasn't that thick."

"This ghost... didn't come from the depths of the gray fog; it's been following us at the very back!"

Lu Yue's expression changed instantly:

"You mean... the ghost is among us? Or that someone is controlling it?"

Before the two could think further, Chen Feng's urgent and hoarse voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on the table:

"Captain Guan! Something's happened! Qin Xiao is missing!"

Guan Changming's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie:

"What do you mean she's missing? Weren't we supposed to have someone watching her?"

"The guards didn't hear anything, but the person is nowhere to be seen! Come to room number two!" Chen Feng shouted.

Guan Changming didn't dare to delay for a moment. He got up, put on his coat, and rushed out the door.

In front of room number two.

Chen Feng was already standing there. He seemed to have just run over as well, panting heavily, his face ashen.

Guan Changming pushed open the door. The room was empty, the bed was neatly made, and there were no signs of struggle or fighting.

"How is that possible...? Not even a ten-second chance to foresee it?" Guan Changming gritted his teeth and said.

"Something's not right. There's residual supernatural power here." Chen Feng squatted down and touched the ground.

Sudden.

Thick gray fog billowed from the wardrobe and ceiling, quickly filling the entire room.

"Damn it! We're surrounded!"

Chen Feng roared, tearing open his shirt. His bare, ashen skin faintly emitted a dark red light as he intended to use the ghost within him to dispel the gray mist.

However, this gray mist was extremely strange; the dark red light only spread out by half a meter before being forcefully suppressed back into the body.

The two were instantly and completely isolated in the thick fog, unable to see each other, only able to hear each other's heavy breathing.

crunch--

The door to room number two slowly cracked open.

A long, strange arm, clearly no longer human, suddenly stretched out from the crack in the door.

The hand groped in the air for a moment, then grabbed the door frame and slammed the door shut with a soft "bang".

In the darkness, no further sound came out.