Chad Village.
Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw jumped down from the tractor and bid farewell to the uncle driver.
Before leaving, the driver kindly reminded, "There’s a hostay in the village, you can search for it easily."
According to the driver’s information, the two used their phones to search for the address and walked towards the hostay following the navigation.
Oliver Scott sighed, "What a wonderful day."
"..."
Marcus Shaw said nothing.
After the bus tire burst, Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott got off. It was peak travel season, with self-driving tours and charter cars, there were quite a few vehicles. The two handso guys stood there, many were willing to stop and give them a ride.
Just their luck, they picked one that had a flat tire halfway.
The two exchanged looks with the owner for a few minutes in the car, finally thanked the car owner, and started hitching a ride again.
But, that was just the beginning.
They stopped another vehicle, the driver was a novice, got his license a year ago but hadn’t driven much, yet was brave enough to drive in the treacherous area with eighteen bends, because the group had a good chat in the car, he got excited and floored the accelerator out of the main road.
Luckily, he braked early and there were no cliffs or slopes around.
The car rolled over, but no one was hurt.
Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw realized there was risk without checking the calendar before leaving, afraid of passing their bad luck to others, they didn’t dare hitch another ride, later relying on their own two legs to walk to the nearest mountain village.
They walked for two hours, then coincidentally t a driver on a tractor who insisted on driving them for a while.
This journey was quite smooth.
Thinking of this, Marcus Shaw looked at his phone case with a strange expression, "Amulet?"
"..."
Oliver Scott looked at the sky and the ground, pretending not to hear what Marcus Shaw said.
Then he heard Marcus Shaw speak again, "Good thing I didn’t change it at ho, otherwise I wouldn’t have survived on the plane last night."
Oliver Scott chuckled awkwardly, "Smith has good intentions, good intentions."
Marcus Shaw glanced at him.
Oliver Scott continued, "Don’t be superstitious, our bad luck how could it have anything to do with a phone case?"
Marcus Shaw countered, "Then why do you believe a phone case can bring good luck?"
"..."
Oliver Scott was speechless.
Fortunately, the hostay was right ahead, Oliver Scott selectively ignored the topic and quickly sped up into the hostay.
They booked a standard room at the hostay, two brothers sharing a room. After a long day, they were exhausted, had dinner at the hostay then returned to their room.
Oliver Scott was a step behind, Marcus Shaw had already snatched the bathroom first, he sorted out his items, stretched lazily, and went to the balcony to enjoy the view.
Dusk descended, the evening glow covered half the sky, the entire mountain village was bathed in the sunset glow, the scenery was unique.
Oliver Scott had a good attitude, never panicked in tough situations, even though today was incredibly unlucky, seeing this rare view made him feel good.
And—
The evening breeze brought familiar bamboo flute sounds.
Stopped quietly for a mont, Oliver Scott turned and headed back to the room, shouting, "Bro! Did you hear the flute? Turns out it’s not just sis who plays the flute so terribly!"
Marcus Shaw just ca out of the bathroom, heard the sound and froze, "Don’t you praise her colorful praising every day?"
Just playing the bamboo flute, in Oliver Scott’s mouth, it beca today’s tune progressed a bit, tomorrow’s score improved a bit, said as if true. — Marcus Shaw hears the sa every day, every ti Oliver Scott praises her, he feels like he’s deaf.
Oliver Scott coughed lightly, raised his hand to rub his nose, "Just want to cheer sis up a bit."
Marcus Shaw: "Cheering her up costs quite high." He’d rather let her be down, maybe getting gloomy she’ll lose interest in the bamboo flute.
"Honestly," Oliver Scott took his clothes, felt a bit amazed, "Last month at ho, I self-taught the bamboo flute for a few days, already learned ’Destructive Demoness’... Miss Collins said it’s an entry-level song, I didn’t believe it, turns out it’s really an entry-level song."
"... Say that in front of sis." Marcus Shaw looked at him coolly.
"Don’t dare."
Oliver Scott whimpered instantly.
He went into the bathroom, Marcus Shaw heard the intermittent flute sound, slightly tilted his ear to listen, couldn’t help frowning after a while.
—— "Terrible" sounds indeed much like Nora Scott’s.
Good flute music has rich, varied emotions, terrible flute music... roughly all sounds monotonous.
*
The evening breeze gently moved, the scenery just right.
After finishing a song, Nora Scott felt her nose slightly itchy, a bit like sneezing.
"Nora! Made contact, said they’ll arrive in about an hour."
Clent Winter ran over to report the news to Nora Scott.
The camping spot was pre-arranged by the program group, it was close to the village, rare to have a creek, although it seed desolate, the scenery was decent, a good place for camping.
Because they had stopped for a al along the way, Nora Scott and Clent Winter only arrived close to seven.
Unexpectedly, Nelson and Valeria Young arrived even later.
Nora raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "Let’s not wait anymore, let’s set up the tents first."
"Alright."
Clent followed her instructions without question.
Clent had no camping experience, and everything he brought was prepared by Evelyn Winter. Thankfully, Evelyn had a lot of experience, so everything was perfectly prepared, and everything was simplified to just the essentials.
Due to his lack of experience, as soon as Clent took out the single-person tent, he imdiately went to read the instructions. However, before he finished, the tent next door was already set up effortlessly by Nora in a flash, and she ca over to grab his tent.
"Move aside."
"Huh?"
Clent looked up blankly.
Nora: "Sleeping next to ?"
Clent: "Sure thing!"
Following Nora around, he tried to lend a hand, but after circling around a while, he realized he hadn’t helped at all. By the ti he snapped out of it, the tent was already set up.
After efficiently finishing all this, Nora dusted her hands and instructed, "You go collect so firewood, and I’ll get so food."
He had no objections to his task, but Clent was a bit puzzled about Nora’s task, "Where to get it?"
When they started out in the morning, Nora and Valeria Young had fallen out. He suspected that Nora wouldn’t use Valeria’s ingredients, but... were they heading to a nearby village? Wouldn’t it be a bit late for that?
Nora casually replied, "I don’t know, figure it out as we go."
Clent production team: ...Okay.
It was just that Nora’s reputation as a "Queen of Surprises" was so well-established that they had learned ti and again not to easily question her, so no one comnted.
Clent obediently went to collect firewood.
The production crew earnestly followed the caraman trailing Nora.
Half an hour later, the production team stationed at the camp received a distress call from the caraman—
"Help, help."
"I’m terrified."
"Director, please let co back, switch soone else, I don’t want to follow her anymore."
...
Production team: ??? What bizarre thing has Nora done again?
The signal in the mountains was poor, and the call only conveyed distress; when the production team tried to ask questions, the signal was intermittent, and the call was disconnected before any answers were provided.
The production team was worried sothing had happened, feeling quite concerned, but several attempts to call back resulted in the phone being off, most likely because the caraman’s phone had run out of battery.
On the other side, Nelson and Valeria finally arrived late; Valeria, upon reaching the destination, sat down on the ground, panting heavily, too exhausted to move. Nelson was relatively better, resting along the way. Upon seeing Clent, he apologized, saying he forgot all the food was with them.
"Are you hungry? I have two packs of instant noodles here. You and Nora can have it first; I’ll cook soon—by the way, where’s Nora?"
"We had lunch, so we’re not exactly hungry, let’s save the noodles for tomorrow." Clent carried an armful of dry wood to the tent area, piled it to one side, straightened up, and wiped his sweat, saying, "Nora went to find so food, it should be getting dark soon, so she should be back."
Nelson was startled, "Find food?"
Valeria, who had just gotten up, overheard their conversation, and smirked coldly—what can you find to eat in this deserted wilderness? Show-off.
Have the guts not to eat the food she bought.
"Yes." Clent nodded.
Nelson was puzzled, "Where did she go?"
"I don’t know, probably—"
Before he could finish, a wailing sound was heard, and the three of them, along with the production team, looked up to see the caraman running over with a cara, sobbing heavily, running as if his life depended on it, clearly terrified.
Production team guests: ??? Is there a ghost chasing him?!
"What happened?"
Soone went up to support the caraman, who collapsed into their arms, crying out, "Horrible! So horrible! I want to change people tomorrow!"
"..."
Everyone was utterly puzzled by this sight.
Soone asked, "Where’s Nora?"
Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.
No sooner was the question asked than the caraman, eyes closed, pointed behind him, and everyone saw Nora appear in the distance.
And in that beauty’s hands...
Everyone shuddered.
One hand held a snake, the other a wild rabbit.
It was quite obvious that both creatures were lifeless.
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