Countless hollow, pitch-black pupils seemed to stare straight at him, accompanied by eerie laughter: "Gaga... Ji-ji-ji... Hee-hee-hee..." At the treetops, two disheveled, man-eating ghosts with mist spewing from their mouths gazed down at him greedily, ready to pounce at any moment.
Amidst the swirling mist, human faces frequently materialized and dissolved, as if being devoured by the ghosts. The scene felt like a reenactment of the souls of the Dried Corpses hanging from the trees, causing even Zhao Ze’s steady heart to skip a beat.
In a moment of urgency, he raised his gun and fired, hitting the pupil of one ghost. With a sharp crack, the eye shattered into powder, the ghost’s ferocious facade dissipated, and all that remained was a one-eyed stone carving. Zhao Ze turned toward the other ghost, only to realize it was merely a finely crafted statue—posed as if ready to strike, yet frozen in place.
Chapter 237