Excessive ferocity due to caution

Zhang Xinzhi hadn't run far when he bumped right into... that dried-up corpse.

The wind rustled through the dense forest path.

Zhang Xinzhi felt a chill run down her spine.

He could barely stand on his own two legs.

"you……"

Seeing that the dried corpse didn't move and was just staring straight at him, Zhang Xinzhi subconsciously made a sound.

"I gave you a chance."

The dried corpse slowly opened its mouth.

"But you didn't do a good job."

Zhang Xinzhi's lips trembled.

"What are you talking about...?"

"I...I didn't do anything!"

"Don't frame me!"

A stiff smile flashed across the mummified corpse's face:

"Didn't do anything?"

"Would you like me to take you inside the cave to see how those two women died?"

"Their bodies aren't completely decomposed yet..."

Zhang Xinzhi shouted loudly:

That's not me!

"It wasn't me!"

"You, you've all got it wrong!"

In the cold wind, the dried corpse, like a piece of paper, swayed and drifted toward Zhang Xinzhi.

"You killed them..."

"They smashed their fingers one by one..."

"Their tongues were pulled out..."

"They opened their chests..."

"They dug out their very hearts..."

"Have you forgotten all of this?"

The dried corpse spoke these words, its voice growing louder and louder.

Zhang Xinzhi kept backing away, shaking her head, her eyes bloodshot.

"That's not me...that's not me..."

"I wouldn't do those things..."

"I have morals...I have principles..."

The dried corpse sneered:

"Yeah?"

"If you didn't do these things, why are you stuck here?"

Zhang Xinzhi's voice was hoarse:

"I have no idea."

"I woke up here!"

The dried-up corpse was getting closer and closer to him.

"All of this is your own choice."

Seeing the dried corpse so close to him, Zhang Xinzhi screamed in terror:

"Don't kill me!"

"Please don't kill me!"

"It really wasn't me, it really wasn't me!!"

Upon hearing this, the dried corpse stopped three steps away from Zhang Xinzhi.

"Then I'll give you one last 'chance'."

"You don't want to die?"

"Then... bring them here."

Zhang Xinzhi was panting heavily, her fists clenched tightly.

"Where...are they?"

"Where?!"

A night breeze blew.

Zhang Xinzhi felt a moment of dizziness, and the dried corpse had vanished...

...

Boom!

Thunderous rage.

Heavy rain poured down.

Wearing raincoats and leaning on sticks, the group walked into the mountains.

In addition to the previous group, Zhao Yi also contacted Zong and Liao.

They weren't idle either.

While Zhao Yi was searching for Zhang Dapao and the others, they went to Liao Hongqiao's house and found new clues.

Zong Haisheng nearly died there, and Liao Hongqiao lost an arm.

What happened to your hand?

Duan Chao, who was relatively close to the two, looked at Liao Hongqiao's severed arm with great curiosity.

Liao Hongqiao:

"Nothing much..."

"I tried to pull the ghost away, but it tore me off."

Duan Chao gasped upon hearing this.

"Holy crap (｀∇´)!"

"Are you out of your mind? You actually dare to summon a ghost?"

He had witnessed the terror of evil spirits in the hotel!

I never expected this woman, who looks so quiet and gentle, to be so fierce!

Liao Hongqiao did not reply.

Zong Haisheng held her close, cautiously looking around.

"I must be crazy to have come to this place with you!"

Duan Chao cursed under his breath.

The ghost seems to have been lingering in Zhengyang City.

Their journey to the Cursed Mountain went unexpectedly smoothly, and they were not attacked by ghosts again.

Huang Taotao glanced at Zhao Yi cautiously.

He glanced at the murderous maniac who had plunged the capital into turmoil.

She doesn't consider herself a righteous person.

But her burning passion for gossip makes her always pay close attention to public opinion.

Huang Taotao never imagined that a ruthless serial killer could make her feel so at ease.

That's absurd.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't we have called Zhang Xinzhi and Liu Ganzi along back then?"

She moved a little closer.

Zhao Yi, who was walking at the front, replied while looking at the map to find his way:

"You'd better be wary and suspicious of Zhang Xinzhi."

"I've thought about it carefully just now, and our 'identity' this time is very likely related to our behavior and performance in the previous movie."

"Zhang Xinzhi appears as a villain, which is very likely related to 'ghosts'."

The clues that Liao Hongqiao and his companion risked their lives to obtain pointed out that before Zhang Xinzhi contacted everyone to target the Yu Re and Yu Wen sisters, he had been involved in gambling on football, lost all his family property, and secretly sold his son to the black market for human organs behind his wife's back. His wife went insane that very night after learning about this.

In fact, just from this point of view, it is not difficult to see that the character of the same name played by Zhang Xinzhi... has already suffered from mental problems.

"It's impossible for everyone to have the same task."

"Then this movie is really boring."

Zhao Yi said that on rainy days, he couldn't smoke, so he could only put a blade of grass in his mouth.

Zhang Dapao asked curiously:

"What movie are you talking about?"

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Adults should refrain from interfering in children's affairs."

Zhang Dapao:

"..."

Yellow peach:

"It's just acting and performance... You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

After saying that, she looked back at the road she had come from and could see the brightly lit Zhengyang City below the mountain.

In the rain, the lights looked very artificial.

It was all blurred into a hazy mess.

She snapped out of her daze, turned around again, and her pupils suddenly constricted.

Suddenly, everyone around her disappeared!

The footsteps that were just passing by my ears vanished into nothingness.

Completely swallowed up by the sound of rain.

The darkness and torrential rain made Huang Taotao's previously calmed heart tense up again!

Own……

Are you being targeted by a ghost?

She quickly crouched down to make it easier to escape, her eyes scanning her surroundings rapidly.

She waited for two minutes, her body stiffening from the cold, but she was still not attacked by the ghost.

"Wasn't this an attack aimed at me...?"

"So, everyone's been separated?"

Huang Taotao's eyes flickered rapidly.

Then, she chose a direction and tiptoed there...

...

Holding a map, Zhao Yi stood in front of a large stone tablet.

Two large, bright red characters were written on it:

【Curse Mountain】

"Have we arrived yet?"

Zhao Yi closed the map in his hand.

There was no one behind him anymore.

Everyone disappeared when they passed through here.

Here, Zhao Yi was not attacked by ghosts.

Therefore, he felt that it was not ghosts that separated them, but the mysterious power of Cursed Mountain.

"In Zhengyang City, they are constantly attacked by demons, but upon arriving at Juyama, they have a safe journey..."

"Does it... or rather, do they all want us to come to this place?"

Zhao Yi squinted.

Given the normal course of events, he could have guessed the whole story.

Basically, Zhang Xinzhi wanted to become rich and powerful, so he came to Cursed Mountain to try his luck, and he actually stumbled upon something.

The human and the ghost must have reached some kind of agreement.

So Zhang Xinzhi led the entire expedition team into Curse Mountain.

They brought it to the ghost.

The group made a deal with the ghost.

An unexpected event occurred during the transaction.

This "accident" explains why Zhang Xinzhi wanted to kill the Yu Re and Yu Wen sisters, and why everyone is now facing this predicament.

But Zhao Yi's intuition told him that the truth was probably far more complicated than that...

"The ghosts that hunt us..."

"They are definitely not the Yu Re and Yu Wen sisters."

"Maybe... it's not an evil spirit from Cursed Mountain either."

"..."

Zhao Yi stared at the blood-red characters "Cursed Mountain," and recalling the previous movie, a terrifying thought gradually surfaced in his mind...

PS: Second update.

I haven't been feeling well for the past month.

Looking back now.

I found myself drifting further and further away.

Isn't the point of novels to entertain and amuse people?

Writing for the sake of writing something actually deviates from the main point.

This is probably why the three primary colors of light are so boring.

Fortunately, I've become aware of it, and I'll adjust as soon as possible.

Goodnight, my darlings!!