Chapter 59
Living People Are Forbidden!
"A corpse-raising ground?"
Jiang Han chuckled and reached out to open the car door.
A damp, cold, and sticky smell instantly hit me, as if I had stepped into a giant morgue.
The ambient temperature was at least ten degrees lower than inside the car.
"Thanks, Uncle."
Jiang Han pulled a wad of bright red banknotes from his pocket and casually tossed them onto the dial.
That thickness must be at least ten thousand.
"I'll walk the rest of the road myself."
The old man stared at the stack of money, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
But he didn't dare take it.
Instead, it was as if it had seen something ominous, and it waved its hands frantically.
"Young man! I can't take this money! This is money to save your life!"
"Are you going to your death?!"
"There really is something dirty in this forest! Look at that fog, that's the stench of corpses!"
Jiang Han ignored his nagging.
He slung over his shoulder the black backpack that looked heavy but actually contained the entire arsenal, and closed the car door behind him.
"Let's go back."
"Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't turn around."
After saying that, he walked into the thick fog without looking back.
The black windbreaker quickly blended into the surrounding shadows.
The old man shuddered as he watched his retreating figure.
I don't know if it's just my imagination.
He felt that the young man's back view was even more sinister than this ghost forest.
"What a tragedy..."
The old man, trembling, shifted into reverse, stepped on the gas, and the SUV, as if fleeing for its life, frantically reversed away from this hellish place.
……
Jiang Han stood at the edge of the woods.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
There were no birdsong, no insect chirping.
There was only deathly silence.
The fallen leaves underfoot were piled up in a thick layer, soft and spongy, and in some places, black, foul-smelling water seeped out.
It's like stepping on a rotting corpse.
"System, start live stream."
Jiang Han gave the order in a low voice.
[Ding! The Sky Eye God-Level Tracking Ball has been activated!]
[Signal jam lifted! Global live stream in progress...]
hum-
A black metal sphere the size of a fist rose from his shoulder and hovered silently in mid-air.
The red light on the camera flashed.
The legendary livestream room, which had been silent for several days, lit up again!
It only lasted for a moment.
The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed from 0 to 100 million!
And it's still skyrocketing at a rate of tens of thousands per second!
"Holy crap! They've started streaming!!"
"Missing person returns!"
"Where is this? It looks so eerie!"
"This filter... are you going to film a horror movie, streamer?"
"Is this the legendary Dragon-Locking Well? It looks more like a mass grave!"
The screen was instantly filled with comments.
Jiang Han didn't read the comments.
He drew the black gold ancient sword from his back.
The blade was as black as ink; in the dim light, the edge was almost invisible, and one could only feel a chilling aura emanating from it.
"Brothers."
Jiang Han spoke to the camera in a low voice.
"Welcome to... the entrance to hell."
Swish!
He swiftly brought down the knife.
A clump of bushes blocking the way was instantly cut down.
however.
The liquid flowing from the broken surface was not green sap.
Instead, it was a foul-smelling, viscous red liquid!
It's like...blood!
"Holy crap! This tree is bleeding?!"
"Holy crap! What kind of place is this?!"
"Run, streamer! This tree has come to life!"
The live chat exploded instantly, and countless viewers felt their scalps tingle.
Jiang Han remained expressionless.
He stretched out his finger, dipped it in the red liquid, and smelled it.
"Ghost Vine".
"It prefers shade and is bloodthirsty."
"They typically grow in places where corpses are piled up, and their roots penetrate into the bones to absorb nutrients."
He shook the liquid off his hands, speaking in a calm tone as if he were explaining botany.
"Looks like there are quite a few people buried down there."
He continued walking forward.
He took each step very steadily.
The visibility here was less than five meters, and it seemed as if countless eyes were watching him from the thick fog.
The humidity in the air was surprisingly high, and clothes quickly became damp and heavy.
That damp cold wasn't a physical cold.
It's a chilling cold that seeps into your bones.
"Click."
A crisp sound suddenly came from beneath my feet.
Jiang Han stopped and looked down.
It's not a tree branch.
Instead, it was a yellowed, somewhat weathered thigh bone.
In the nearby grass, several incomplete skulls lay scattered, their empty eye sockets facing the sky as if silently shouting.
The viewers in the live stream were terrified.
"Truly, corpses littered the field!"
"This is definitely a mass grave!"
"Aren't you scared, streamer? My legs are going weak just looking at the screen!"
"Calling the police here wouldn't do any good, would it? Even the police officers would get lost!"
"Afraid?"
Jiang Han's lips curled into a cold smile.
He raised his foot and crushed the thigh bone, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
"What's there to be afraid of about dead people?"
"What I'm afraid of is... they don't want to die."
The voice just fell.
The thick fog around them suddenly began to churn violently.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the once silent forest.
It's like countless feet are moving rapidly on the fallen leaves.
Moreover... they surrounded us from all directions!
"whee……"
"Hehehe..."
A sharp, eerie laugh suddenly came from the treetops overhead.
The sound was like a child laughing, but also like an old person crying.
In such a gloomy environment, this laughter was a hundred times more terrifying than the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves!
"What is that?!"
"I think I see a shadow in the tree!"
"Look up, anchor! It's right above your head!"
Jiang Han suddenly looked up.
Golden Eyes activated instantly!
Two golden rays pierced through the thick fog and shot straight into the treetops!
All I could see were those twisted branches.
There were a dozen or so dark creatures squatting there.
They are the size of monkeys, but they are completely black and have not a single stray hair.
The most terrifying thing is their faces.
That's not a monkey's face at all.
Instead, they were pale, distorted...human faces!
Moreover, they had two strange patches of blush on their cheeks, just like the children in a paper effigy shop!
They hung upside down from the branches, staring intently at Jiang Han below.
His mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs.
Those eyes were greedy, sinister, and filled with a thirst for flesh and blood.
"Ghost-faced Corpse Monkey".
Jiang Han narrowed his eyes and gripped the black gold ancient sword in his hand tightly.
"This thing grows by eating carrion."
"And...they're very picky eaters."
"They only eat the brains."