On a rainy night, everything as far as the eye could see was an eerie, miserable green. Wrapped in his coat, Cao Hao stumbled past the rows of depressing trees like a bloated meat ball. His sight penetrated the branches, leaves, and rain curtains in turn, and was finally captured by

The round flashlight light forcibly guided it to fall on Mawson in the bushes.

He didn't dare to recognize it because the figure not far away was so thin that he stood in a crooked posture and looked insignificant. In the shadow of the bright yellow thin round light, the top half of the side face was pale, without any trace of it.

The color of blood is like that of a water ghost whose limbs were broken off before death, drowned in a pond, and now crawled back from hell. Just looking at it makes me shudder.

"Ah, you're here."

Mawson and the flashlight light turned around together, like gray human skin cracking into brilliant shapes at the mouth.

Cao Hao suddenly became excited, and the content of the phone call echoed in his ears again: "You... what are you doing!"

He staggered forward, unable to stop the panicked questions from his mouth. Moson laughed briefly, and raised the other hand holding the flashlight with the thing in his hand, pointing to a few meters away.

The rain was pouring down, and Cao Hao stepped on the muddy ground one step at a time, and kept getting closer driven by indescribable emotions.

What comes into view is the bottom of a thick tree, with a ball of soft things leaning against the tree, like a giant worm, or like a large puddle of sticky and soft cement.

The liquid gurgled out, and it was so dark that at first glance it was not even clear whether it was a stream in the forest or thick blood.

Cao Hao quickly came up with the answer.

He screamed and fell. He put his hands on the mud mixed with rain and crawled backwards desperately. However, his feet were too weak to use force. He even kicked several times to no avail. Only two handfuls of mud accumulated on the soles of his shoes.

"Mosen! Mosen! You——"

The panicked screams stopped abruptly, and the camera shook, as if human eyes were opening and closing, focusing on Mawson's hand hanging beside him.

The crowbar was very quiet, resting on his palm, drooling slowly.

Tick, tick.

The boundless coldness rustled through every blood vessel of Cao Hao. He shivered involuntarily, and his breathing became heavier each time. There seemed to be a high-pitched and indistinguishable hum from the distance, but if you listen carefully, it was very close at hand.

, Cao Hao felt an indescribable and extreme fear in his heart, and it took him a few seconds to realize that it was his tinnitus.

"You..."

His thick lips couldn't help but tremble.

"What?"

The water ghost, whose every move was full of weirdness, tilted its head to one side and spoke, "It was Cao Hao who said, 'That guy is really a devil. It would be great if he could be killed.' 'Mo Sen, you are so powerful.

, How about you take me and kill He Ye', or something like that..."

His slow, sinister voice suddenly rose, "Isn't this what you said?!"

Two excited glances shot out from the pale face, and the eyes were filled with hysterics.

Cao Hao was unable to respond. All his words were stumbling between his teeth and tongue, and what he spat out were incomplete and scattered debris.

The white-faced ghost wearing a raincoat moved over step by step. The night was covered with dark clouds and there was no light. A strong fishy smell rushed into the nose. It was the smell of grass soaked in rain and dust and mud, and it was also mixed with the smell of rust and "human smell"

"The salty fishy smell.

Cao Hao's fat face froze into a stone statue with only its head.

Mo Sen knelt down in front of him, his thin face with sunken cheeks made a soft sound that was almost like a moan.

"We have all been bullied by this trash for too long... You said, let me take you and kill He Ye... I did it."
Chapter completed!