Chapter 35: The Misty Ghost

After a quick search around the camp, I didn't find anything that could be used to burn it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info During this period, I thought about using a searchlight to guide the fat people. But after thinking about it, I felt that the penetrating ability of the searchlight was not very useful under the dense fog at all, and it was better to burn a larger fire. And maybe the temperature of the fire can temporarily evaporate the water vapor in this small area of the camp. It's a win-win-

After looking around, I didn't find anything. And I don't know how long this fog has been there, everything on the ground is wet. I found firewood or something, and when I broke it off, it was still wet. There is no way to start a fire.

After reluctantly looking around again, I finally gave up. With our tent as the center, there was nothing that could start a fire at three meters of radiation. I didn't dare to go out, for fear that once I walked out, I would never be able to walk back.

After thinking about it, it suddenly occurred to me that the fat man's bag might have solid fuel, smokeless stoves, wind lamps, and other equipment. I thought I'd go get two pieces of solid fuel and light them first. Then find a little firewood and put it next to it to dry. In this way, when the fuel is burned out, the Chai River will almost be able to burn.

When you think of it, you do it. Two pieces of solid fuel were taken out of the fat man's bag, and several small bundles of branches were seen around the camp. I dug a pit in front of the tent to start a fire.

As soon as the solid fuel was ignited, the flames burst into flames. The heat caused me to fall backwards and fall to the ground.

Looking at the flames in front of me, I didn't bother to go up to the fire. Hurriedly picked up the moist twigs and put them on the side and roasted them. When I was done with all this, I went back to the tent and took out the pot and compressed dry food, set up the pot and began to cook the mush.

It's not that I don't eat alone, it's that I'm really hungry. They don't know when they'll be back, and if I don't get full, if something happens to me again, I won't have the strength to deal with it. So eat your fill first, and wait for them to come back while eating. That's the right thing to do.

I've been walking for an afternoon, and I'm hungry. The water in the pot of solid fuel boiled at high temperature is quickly boiled. After disassembling two compressed biscuits and throwing them in, I picked up a branch that was still baking and was about to reach into the pot and stir it. But when I picked it up, I remembered the last time I accidentally chewed the wrong weed. Immediately put down the stick in his hand again. After thinking about it, he took out a dagger and put it into the pot as a spoon and stirred.

Fragrant.

I've eaten these compressed biscuits countless times, but every time I'm hungry, it's still the same temptation to me.

After two bowls of belly, I suddenly felt that my body began to heat up. The body has a lot of energy, and the feeling of dampness is also a little lessened.

After glancing at the remaining paste in the pot, he added a little more water and two compressed biscuits. This is for the fat people, they are prepared. When they came back, they had to start a fire and cook it again.

The high temperature of the solid fuel roasted the surrounding branches crackled, and after a while, some small branches were dried. When I saw it, I picked it up and threw it into the fire, trying to make it burn harder. This way, you can find more branches to come back and dry them, and you don't have to endure the wet mist around you anymore.

Thinking about it, I got up and prepared to pick up some more branches. Unexpectedly, the moment I got up, I vaguely saw a figure appear a few meters away in front of me.

I was startled, and my first reaction was that the fat man was back. But I immediately realized that something was wrong. The fat man is walking with Mike and Tao, and it should be three figures to appear. And if it was really him, then why didn't he come, but just stood in the fog and watched me quietly?

"Who?" I was so agitated that my hairs stood on end as if they had exploded. I asked the figure in what I thought was the most intimidating tone. At the same time, my right hand touched back, and Lan's black knife was held in my hand.

My mind paused for a moment in shock, but when I came back to my senses, it began to run at a rapid pace.

What should I do if this figure walks towards me? Ask it to eat dry food mush, saying that this is what I left for him? A few rounds of nonsense, he may not be a vegetarian, right?

What should I do if this figure rushes towards me? Is it to carry his attack with a knife, and then fight him to the end?

What should I do if this figure stands still and does not move? Did you take the initiative to rush over with a knife and fight him to the end?

If......

Damn, in an instant my mind had a myriad of options in mind. But the body seemed to have been immobilized, and it stood motionless.

Suddenly, I don't know if I was too nervous and my mind wandered, or what. Suddenly, the figure vanished.

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said that I could not have seen it wrong, right? I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again. There was indeed nothing left in the place where the figure appeared just now.

Damn, is it a ghost? I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned around to look behind me. But I regretted it after I made it. Not far behind me, I saw the figure again.

A vague figure stood silently in the fog. I don't know if it's facing me or having its back to me. I guess he's still watching me, though. How else could it have locked my spot so quickly?

"Who, who the hell are you?" I shouted at the figure again. Then he quickly bent down and picked up a twig and threw it at him.

The branches broke through the fog and went straight to the figure. But what happened next gave me the creeps out again. The branch flew through the figure.

What the hell is this...... Is it a ghost? As soon as my scalp exploded, my whole body froze in place.

Ten seconds later, I forced myself to compose myself and began to take a closer look at the figure. Lan said that those of us who spend our days working underground with dead people will sooner or later encounter something unclean. But since he is not even afraid of the corpse of a dead man, then why should he be afraid of the ghost of his time? No matter how terrifying the ghost is, can it be as terrifying as the corpse decomposes?

I think it's the figure of the period of careful observation.

Blurry overall appearance, slender head, shrugged shoulders. I couldn't see his hands, but I could tell from the way he was standing that his hands could never have been in his trouser pockets.

Could it be a savage? I was stunned for a moment, and then I was amused by the thought.

Damn, this is not Shennongjia, where did the savages come from. But if it's really a wild man, that's not bad. At least it's something with a real form. A single knife can still cause damage. I'm afraid that this thing in front of me is not a thing. Lao Tzu doesn't have any such thing as a Taoist charm now. Even if there were, Lao Tzu wouldn't catch ghosts.

I was still thinking about how to solve the thing in front of me that I didn't know if it was a person or a ghost, when the figure suddenly blurred again, and then disappeared again.

I was stunned again, and subconsciously turned around and looked behind me again. But this time, I didn't see the figure. I tried to change directions a few times, but I never saw a figure again. It's like he's never been there, and he's gone without a trace. It's not like I haven't thought about going over and seeing what happened. But my body's instinct and innate avoidance of danger made me just think about this idea, and I didn't dare to risk it. And I thought about leaving this camp first. But if you think about it, this method is better to go to that figure and fight it alone. This one who left the camp, the barren mountains and mountains, maybe he would encounter some lonely ghosts. When the time comes, there will really be no one to collect my body even if I am dead.

Thinking about it, I figured it out. The heart said don't you want to see me, then you can look at it. Just don't fall in love with me. Thinking about it, I went to pick up firewood a few times and put it around the fire to roast it. With so much firewood, although it is a bit unrealistic to burn it for one night, it is always possible to burn it until the second half of the night.

When you are in the fog, the light is already dark. In addition, it was getting late, and it was only past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the surroundings were already completely dark. There was no light this time, and my range of vision dropped again. Now don't talk about three meters, it's already good to be able to see people's faces clearly within two meters.

You can't expose yourself to the other person's line of sight. That's what Lan said to me. Now it seems that there is some truth to it. Trapped in the light of the campfire in front of me, it was impossible for me to see beyond the fog around me. The other party was able to see the light from the campfire out of my line of sight, and thus discovered my presence. This becomes my disadvantage.

Thinking of this, I quickly picked up a few branches as thick as my arm and threw them into the fire, and then got into the tent. It's a bit like an ostrich burying its head in the sand as it runs away from a hunter, but at least I feel a lot safer now. And besides, I'm hiding in a tent now, at least psychologically safe. This sense of security allows me to calm down and think about what to do next. For example, how to find a way to tell the fat man that there is something wrong in the camp; For example, if something happens in the camp before the fat man comes back, how do I deal with it...... And so on and so forth.

I was still thinking about it when I heard a rustling sound outside the tent. It's like the sound of a person walking in the grass rubbing against the grass. And this voice still comes from far to near.

I was overjoyed when I heard this, and my first reaction was that the fat men were back. But when you think about it, it doesn't feel right. Judging by the sound of walking, the owner of this foot is only dragging his steps. According to my observation, the walking habits of fat people and He Tao are definitely not like this. And even if it was Mike, it would never be possible to walk so slowly. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if it's really them. Then why don't they speak? When you come back to the camp and see that I'm not by the fire, shouldn't you call me?

Could it be an injury? Holy, isn't it? How severe must the injuries have been that they don't even have the ability to speak?

Thinking about it, I suddenly woke up.

it, why do I keep thinking of them as fat? Didn't that figure appear in the camp in the afternoon? Could it be him?

Thinking of this, I shivered all over my body, wave after wave, and subconsciously touched the black knife at my feet.

I didn't turn on the emergency lights after I got into the tent. This time exposed my every move in the tent. Then there is no point in hiding in a tent.

My hands were sweating as I held the black knife, but I noticed that the rustling sound was still ringing around me. It felt like I had stereo sound on, and I couldn't tell which direction the sound was coming from.

I soon realized a problem, though. This voice is all around me. That is, the thing that made this sound, he was walking around my tent.

Damn, that's exciting. Fuck you've never seen a tent before? What are you going around around Lao Tzu's tent? Hurry up and get out!

It is conceivable that if everything had gone well, there would not be so many tragedies in this world. After a few minutes of sound around me, I saw a shadow reflected in my tent.

I was fucking fried. The appearance of this shadow is too similar to the shadow I saw when I went down. Or rather, this is the shadow I saw in the afternoon! It's just that I can see it better now.

Collapsed shoulders, a pair of hands that almost fell to the knees (if that was his knee), a head the size of a slap, a slender and thin body...... And the hair that occasionally floats up!

Hair, hair! I fucking feel like I've had a shadow on my hair for the rest of my life. Why does everything have hair?

I gripped the black knife in my hand fiercely, and pressed my left hand on the scabbard. My whole body was tense like an acorn spring, waiting for this shadow outside to attack me at any time.

But the shadow didn't seem to open the tent and walked in, or maybe he wouldn't have opened the tent at all. The figure reflected in the tent began to walk around my tent again, like a child who has just entered a zoo, circling around the cage where the monkeys are imprisoned.

I watched the figure go crazy in circles. The heart said what the hell are you going to do, hurry up. I'm about to pee out.

Finally, the figure stopped as it circled to the door of the tent. An extremely long arm was stretched out and placed on the zipper of the zipper.

I stared at the hand, my heart pounding. The black knife in his hand also began to slowly pull out of the scabbard.

(Oh la-) (To be continued.) )