The moonlight was bright and clear, and he looked down coldly at the humans walking through the fog, constantly running back and forth, as if they were reincarnating.
The surrounding darkness is thicker, in stark contrast to the white mist. Black and white are intertwined at this moment, like thick cobwebs wrapped in layers, making it impossible for the flies inside to break free.
Poor people know nothing about this and are still doing useless work.
Yang Cheng and Ma Tian walked for who knows how long. Even though they were thirsty and thirsty, they still didn't see the road to the foot of the mountain.
Originally there were still people talking in the team.
But as time goes by, it becomes quieter and quieter, as if it is assimilated by the surrounding environment, falling into a deathly silence, which makes people feel a little panicked for no reason.
"Do you think it's a little too quiet?"
A sudden voice broke the original silence.
Everyone couldn't help but stop.
At first they could still hear the chirping of insects, birds, and the endless chirping of cicadas, but as the white mist appeared, all these sounds disappeared completely.
Apart from the sound of their footsteps, there was no movement around.
The white mist formed a world of its own, as if it completely separated them from this land.
Yang Cheng's face became a little subtle, and he tried his best to reassure people: "Don't think so much, maybe there are no bugs around here. If you keep walking forward, you might be able to go down the mountain."
Although this reason was untenable, everyone couldn't care less and accelerated their pace, trying to get out of this weird environment.
Ma Tian suddenly stopped.
Yang Cheng's tone was a little impatient, "What's wrong?"
Ma Tian looked around, as if he noticed something, his expression suddenly became strange.
"Why do I feel like we have walked this road?"
There was a slight commotion in the team.
"It's impossible. We've walked such a long way, how could we be spinning in circles?"
Yang Cheng took a flashlight and walked around carefully, "Don't talk nonsense."
Ma Tian suddenly became anxious, "Really, I remember this crooked-neck tree. I thought it was very impressive at the time, so I took a few more looks."
He paused and said word by word: "But now I see this crooked-necked tree again!"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and there was really a lonely crooked-neck tree next to it.
There are not many leaves on the tree anymore, only the bare trunk is left, twisted into a weird appearance, like an old man in his twilight years.
"Maybe you've seen it wrong. It's not uncommon for identical trees to appear in the mountains and forests."
Even though he said this, Yang Cheng kept it in mind and everyone continued to move forward.
But not long after, the crooked-necked tree came into view again. Yang Cheng only felt that his throat was inexplicably dry and he felt very panicked.
He pretended to be calm, "Maybe, we bumped into the same tree again?"
The expressions of others clearly didn't believe it. How could there be such a coincidence? It wouldn't be that there were crooked-necked trees all around.
For a moment, everyone's expressions became a little ugly.
"Maybe we were too anxious just now and took the wrong path, so we turned back to where we were."
Yang Cheng tied a piece of cloth on the tree and led everyone in the opposite direction, "Don't worry, we will definitely be able to get out this time."
The crooked neck tree watched from behind as the group of people merged into the heavy fog. The silver light from the sky fell down. There was obviously no wind around, but the cloth strips on the tree began to flutter for no reason.
This time, everyone did not see the crooked neck tree, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, as if the stone could finally be put down.
Yang Cheng said with relief: "It seems that we accidentally lost our way just now, so we went back to the original place. It shouldn't take long before we can get out of the mountain."
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
As soon as Yang Cheng finished speaking, Ma Tian's slightly trembling voice sounded. He pointed forward, "Well, what is that thing in front of?"
A black silhouette appeared not far away, like a twisted monster, hidden deep in the mist, secretly watching their every move.
Yang Cheng had some ominous premonitions in his heart and cautiously walked in to take a look.
His pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen extremely incredible food, and even his breathing became extremely rapid.
A lonely tree with a crooked neck came into view, and there were strips of cloth tied by his own hands on the branches.
Yang Cheng shouted in shock: "How could this happen!"
They had been walking for at least half an hour, and they were walking in the opposite direction. How could they have returned to the same place!
This is all so weird.
If it can be explained by two identical trees before, but the cloth strips were tied by Yang Cheng himself, it cannot be similar.
The panic on everyone's faces has been replaced by fear and panic.
"It's really too evil. We shouldn't encounter ghosts and fight against the wall."
"I've been walking for so long and haven't walked out yet. Could it be that I've been running around in circles the whole time."
"This mountain is really evil. Even the fog in the mountain is not this thick. There must be something dirty at work."
A mountain breeze blew from nowhere, and the leaves nearby were rustled, making it sound like someone was clapping their hands.
However, the fog was thick and they couldn't see clearly. They could only hear the ubiquitous whine of the mountain wind, like the howling of ghosts and gods.
Coupled with the crooked-neck tree in front of me, it is really weird to the extreme and makes people feel chilly.
The cold sweat behind everyone had soaked their clothes, and when the wind blew, they couldn't help but shiver.
Ma Tian couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, "Then what should we do now."
There was a ruthless look in Yang Cheng's eyes, "What the hell are you trying to do? I don't believe it. Keep walking! I don't believe it. I can't get out of this broken mountain!"
This time he chose a direction opposite to the crooked neck tree.
However, not long after, the crooked-necked tree appeared again.
The expressions on everyone's faces became even more ugly, and at the same time, there was an unspeakable fear welling up in their hearts.
Yang Cheng glanced at him, his expression gloomy as if he could drip water.
I don’t know how long they walked, but they felt as if they were trapped in reincarnation, and they could see the crooked-neck tree every time.
The vast fog formed a strange circle, wrapping them inside and making it impossible for them to get out.
Yang Cheng was sweating profusely and his eyes were scarlet red. When he saw the crooked-necked tree again, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"boom!"
He kicked the crooked neck tree and the whole tree shook violently.
"Damn it, I told you to block our way!"
"Isn't it just a broken tree? Do you think we will be afraid?"
Yang Cheng kicked one after another, his expression was ferocious, but his eyebrows were a little panicked.
The crooked neck tree is already thin, and its branches are thin and have been weathered for a long time, making it almost hollow inside.
He only heard a "click" and fell down.
Yang Cheng seemed to be still upset and stepped on him a few more times.
