The visitor came closer and closer, but there was not a sound coming, and his steps were slow, as if he were walking one foot deep and one foot shallow in the mire. The strange feeling made everyone hold their breath and their hairs stand on end.

"It's Simpson!" Ise jumped up and ran.

"Eth!" Felder called out subconsciously. But Ise had already run to Simpson's side, and she took Simpson with her and walked towards the group.

"How I feel something is wrong with Simpson. Felder whispered in Vane's ear. Vane didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

"Simpson, tell us where you have been since you came up from the river, we are all worried about you!" said Eath, looking up at Simpson.

The man stood quietly by the campfire. It's really Simpson, with a tall body like a tiger bear, high bulging muscles, and a seemingly fierce but somewhat honest face, there should be no second person like this in the world.

Simpson ignored Ise and slipped into the tent without saying a word. Wayne and Felder glanced at each other, both seeing concern in each other's eyes.

"I feel like there's something wrong with Simpson, it doesn't look like it's him. Felder said in a low voice, glancing at the tent.

"What could be the problem, Simpson must be tired, he may have lost his way, and he doesn't know how far he has come to come back. Elena, did you say?" replied Ace, a little impatiently.

"It's a good thing that Simpson is back, everyone hurry back to their tents and sleep, and they have to go tomorrow morning. I'm the first vigil. Elena said in a relaxed tone with her hands on her hips.

"Go to sleep, I'll be the first to keep vigil. Felder said non-negotiable.

Ease hummed a little song back into the tent, and Elena coughed, looked at them and whispered, "Be careful." With that, he turned around and entered the tent.

Wayne's clothes were still a little clammy and cold, and he whispered to Felder with his arms folded, "You're right, since we and our bags are stranded there, there's no reason why Simpson isn't there, he's taller and heavier than us." If he had kept drifting down the river, his chances of survival would have been much smaller, and no one would have survived in the river for that long. Plus the way he came back just now......"

Saying that, Vane felt a chill in his back, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Felder was also frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't scare me, I'm not afraid of anyone, I'm afraid that I'm not human......"

"Since this is already the case, it's useless to say anything, go back to sleep. Vane said with a shrug.

"If you want to sleep, you go to sleep, I'm here for a fire, and my clothes are still wet. Felder said hurriedly without looking at Vaane. Vane was also a hundred unwilling in his heart, and his heart was furious for a while, and after hesitating, he opened the curtain of the tent and got in.

Simpson lay motionless face in, and Vane's position was in the middle, but he didn't dare to sleep next to Simpson, he chose to sleep in Felder on the right.

The tent was very quiet, except for the chirping of insects outside and the crackling of the campfire, and Vane could only hear his own breathing. The faint moonlight through the small window of the tent dispelled some of the darkness in the tent.

Vane lay facing Simpson, as if only looking at it could give him security. But after a while he felt a little frightened, and turned his back to Simpson. But it wasn't long before he felt the hairs on his back again, and he always felt an eye on him, and began to imagine uncontrollably that there might be a terrible monster standing behind him.

After going back and forth several times, Vane still felt a little safe in his eyes, so he turned to face Simpson. Simpson remained motionless, not even making a sound, but Vane sensed something was wrong.

Vane looked around, his gaze resting on the back of Simpson's neck. Simpson looked sweating profusely, and drops of sweat fell down his short hair, pooling up on his neck to form a stream of water, which seemed to flow faster and faster, pouring out of his neck like a spring. Vane suddenly noticed that he didn't know when, a thin layer of water had accumulated on the bottom surface of the tent.

Somewhere did he get the courage, Vane sat up and moved in the middle, ready to take a look at Simpson. At that moment, Simpson suddenly turned around and lay straight on the ground.

Wayne was so frightened that his hair stood on end, Simpson's stomach bulged, his body was oozing water everywhere, his original face was swollen and deformed, his eyes were bulging, and his pale face was blue and purple.

Vane crawled out of the tent in fright, and told Felder what he had just seen in a trembling voice. In the end, the two of them decided to go in and have a look together, but when they saw Simpson again, they saw him lying in the tent, and the water that had just been all over the floor was gone.

Felder and Vane were cold and sleepy, and they had to discuss going back to the tent to sleep together, while Vane had to sleep in the middle. After a long time, Simpson didn't make any movement, and Vane's eyelids were about to close uncontrollably.

Simpson suddenly moved, he slowly sat up, and got out of the tent. Wayne patted Felder on the back, and the two quietly followed.

The surrounding woods were pitch black, and Simpson, though slow and clumsy, walked forward without hindrance, and the direction was the same as the river beach from which he had come. The sound of the river was ahead, and Simpson was walking faster and faster, and Wayne and Felder were groping their way in the dark, and some of them could not catch up with him. Soon the front opened up, and there seemed to be something by the river, and the two of them quickened their pace and walked up.

Wayne and Felder froze in place with their mouths wide open, and there was a corpse lying in front of them, and although the face was swollen and deformed, it could still be seen that it was Simpson.

Vane's mind was in a state of confusion, buzzing incessantly. The worst feared thing happened, Simpson was undoubtedly drowned, so who was the Simpson who slept in the tent just now......?

The two of them rushed back to the camp, woke Elena and Ace, and briefly told them what had just happened.

"No, no, no......" Ise shook her head desperately, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Elena also turned her head and secretly wiped away her tears.

The Simpson was supposed to be dead, but he didn't want to believe that he was dead, so his soul didn't disperse, but stuck on and came back to the original state. Vane said.

Before the words fell, Ace suddenly looked at Vane with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice: "Vane, ...... behind you"

Vane turned, looking up at Simpson's swollen and twisted face. Vane felt the blood in his whole body freeze in an instant, and he shouted with all his strength, "Run!

Felder took Elena and Ace on a wild run, while Simpson's prominent eyeballs "looked" at Wayne and quickly chased after Felder and them.

Vane walked to the river, and the three Felder stood motionless, as if looking at something. Vane walked over, frozen in place.

There were four hideous-looking corpses lying on the bank of the river, and it was the four of them!