The real danger tonight doesn’t co from this candle, or the room with the candle, but from the people on night patrol!
The night patrol will be attacked by ghosts!
Understanding this, Maria put on a tired expression, knocked on her long legs, and said coquettishly, "Datou, I’m tired and want to rest. How about we switch?"
"You take Sopa to patrol, I’ll stay here with Hafeez." Maria’s voice was sweet, "Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on this candle and make sure it doesn’t go out."
"This..." Datou’s face froze, clearly reluctant.
But at that mont, Hafeez stood out. He knew his own limits, and although the room full of coffins was scary, outside in the pitch-black was even scarier. Having a few ghost encounters himself, he insisted on staying, just guarding the candle, and going nowhere else.
Seeing this, Datou wanted to redeem the situation, but it was no use. In the end, he had to reluctantly take Sopa out on patrol.
"Heh..." Watching the two’s backs disappear into the night, Maria’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. She glanced at Hafeez opposite and ordered with a stern tone, "Tell exactly what you and Sopa just did."
However, once out of Maria’s sight, the previously unsightly-faced Datou also pulled out a sinister grin. Indeed, his sche had succeeded.
This was the result he wanted!
As for those words about the demon monk, they were all made up by him once he learned of the task, designed to deal with Maria, the not-so-smart little fox.
In fact, there was a significant flaw in his argunt. If the killing order was calculated before the demon monk died, then how do you explain that the first to die were all part of one team?
It should be known that their encounter with the death squad was by chance, and they were divided into two teams because of it. No matter how exceptional the high monk was, they couldn’t calculate that precisely.
Otherwise, the mission wouldn’t even need to continue; if the high monk had calculated even this, they might as well clean themselves up and wait for death.
"I just lit three incense sticks in front of Hafeez earlier, but the incense burned without issue." Sopa, like a little sidekick, followed beside Datou.
"Hmm." Datou nodded, as if it was expected, "I also think Hafeez is human, not a ghost."
"Brother, are we really safe patrolling outside?" The slender Sopa wrapped her clothes tighter, regretting going outside as the cold night wind blew.
She still longed to stay in the room, where at least there was candlelight, though weak, but it represented hope.
"Why don’t you understand, tonight it doesn’t matter where we are, but we must not be with Hafeez, the bringer of misfortune. He has already caused the death of two people!"
Sopa imdiately got the point, "So we won’t go back at all, just patrol outside. Over ti, they’ll assu sothing happened to us, and the people inside the house won’t dare to co out looking for us because of the candle."
Datou nodded, his silent deanor answering her, as he looked up at the sky. He squinted his eyes, as the fuzzy moon in the sky gave one a chilling feeling.
"This ghostly weather is truly ominous; tonight will certainly be unsettling."
Yang Xiao shared the sa sentint as Datou. They had already taken the cart out of the town, and he had a map in hand, showing a shortcut to the lake.
The process was exhausting, not to ntion the oppressive feeling from the two corpses sitting up in the coffin. Yang Xiao had to pause every few paces to rest and mainly to observe if the corpses had changed.
Fortunately, the two brothers showed respect and remained inert until they reached the lake.
Looking towards the lake, tonight’s sparse moonlight cast a gray mist over the lake, with visibility less than five ters.
The five of them together placed the coffin boat containing the two bodies into the lake. With the buoyancy of the lake water, they slowly pushed it towards the center.
The speed of the coffin boat was beyond imagination, as if an invisible hand in the water was pulling it towards the center of the lake.
Monts later, tiny lights appeared on the lake, layered and revealing the outline of a village shortly after.
At that mont, all five of them were entranced. Even though an instinct urged him to run, he couldn’t take his eyes off.
A terrifying thought blossod within him; if he boarded the boat with the dead, he could reach the village on the other shore.
There lay secrets that could unravel all mysteries.
Suddenly, a rapid sound of water interrupted their thoughts, the "splashing" drawing closer, stirring the mist as if sothing was about to surface from behind.
"Run!" Yang Xiao was the first to shout, then imdiately turned and fled.
Indeed, distracted by the scene, Shari, who was slow to react, was left behind, witnessing a horrifying sight.
The coffin boat was filled with people, every one of them soaking wet, water still dripping from them, a boat full of bloated corpses.
And there they were, the bodies of Juan and David, prominently on board, one at the bow and one at the stern, seemingly guiding the souls of the dead.
After running several hundred ters, Yang Xiao could no longer hear footsteps nearby. He climbed a hill to look for his team’s location.
Adila was the fastest and most physically assertive; by now, she should have run further out. Yang Xiao was worried about Imam Musa, as he hadn’t noticed him in the rush earlier.
Musa was a decent person, quite kind to others. This Nightmare World involved so local religious knowledge, and ensuring Musa survived greatly benefited the team.
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