Ghost Face
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wang Teng had lost sight of the dark apparition. He scanned his surroundings in panic, wanting to find it again.
As seconds ticked by, his expression grew uglier and uglier.
That damn thing… had disappeared!
Silence!
Dead silence!
He could hear the sound of the wind around him. It sounded like someone sobbing.
At that moment, rustling sounds suddenly resounded from the dense forest surrounding him.
A mist was starting to appear in the Dark Mist Forest again…
"Damn it!"
Wang Teng heard the four-man team below cursing in low voices. In this eerie atmosphere, they fell into extreme uneasiness.
"We shouldn't wait here without doing anything. We must retreat!"
"No, once we separate, we will be killed one by one."
…
The longer they waited, the more agitated they felt.
Some people from the team didn't want to wait for their deaths, but retreating was obviously a bad idea.