What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Moreover, the deeper you go, the more pronounced the chilling feeling becomes.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and the tires slid for more than ten meters in the mud before coming to a stop.

I opened my eyes and saw that the road ahead was completely blocked by a huge, fallen ancient tree.

Beside the ancient tree, there was a large mudslide that had slid down from the mountain, completely blocking the road.

"The road is blocked."

Shan Yan glanced at the car's GPS and turned to Zhang Xuanqing.

"It's still five kilometers to 'Losing Soul Slope' from here, and the car can't go any further."

Zhang Xuanqing pushed open the passenger door, jumped out of the car in the pouring rain, and walked to the fallen ancient tree to examine it.

He turned around and waved to us: "Everyone get off the bus! Take all your gear, and get ready for a hike!"

We immediately opened the car door and jumped out.

The rain instantly soaked through the outer layer of the rain jacket, and the icy touch was invigorating.

Gunpowder and Rock pulled the heavy waterproof gear bags out of the trunk and skillfully slung them over their shoulders.

Ling Shu also carried her enormous battlefield first aid kit.

I reached into my sleeve and touched the willow-leaf knife to make sure the handle was in the most comfortable position.

"Hound, lead the way."

Use a compass and pay attention to changes in the surrounding geomagnetic field.

Everyone should maintain a five-meter distance and be constantly vigilant of their surroundings.

Zhang Xuanqing loudly issued the instructions.

Upon hearing the command, the lean man codenamed "Hound" nodded.

Then, he pulled a machete from the outside of his thigh, climbed over the huge fallen ancient tree, and disappeared into the dense rainforest next to it.

Our group formed a long, single-file line and followed closely behind.

The moment you step into the rainforest, a sense of oppression hits you.

The layer of decaying leaves underfoot was extremely thick, and it felt soft and spongy, like walking in a swamp.

A faint stench of decay filled the air, and every breath made one feel a tightness in their chest.

I walked in the middle of the group, with Zhang Xuanqing in front of me and the vice-captain Shan Yan behind me.

I did not release the evil energy to form a protective barrier on my body surface, because that would consume too much energy, and the road ahead is obviously still long.

Faced with such an environment, I simply accelerated the circulation of the malevolent energy within my body to maintain muscle activity and body temperature.

At the same time, it spreads the cool aura from between the eyebrows to a radius of ten meters, acting as a human radar.

In my perception, this seemingly desolate rainforest actually hides countless deadly dangers for ordinary people.

Poisonous centipedes crawled under the decaying leaves, while colorful venomous snakes coiled on the branches overhead.

There were even some fist-sized, venomous spiders with strange patterns lurking in the shadows, watching us.

However, these ordinary poisonous insects and wild beasts seemed to sense the murderous aura emanating from our team.

Instead of launching an attack on us, they all retreated.

And so we trudged through the muddy rainforest for nearly two hours.

At this time, the torrential rain showed no signs of stopping; on the contrary, it was pouring down even harder.

However, the troops in this group were indeed elites. Despite the high-intensity march in such harsh conditions, everyone's breathing remained very steady.

Just then, the hunting dog leading the way suddenly stopped.

He raised his right fist, making a "stop advancing" tactical gesture.

The team fell silent instantly, and everyone immediately found cover and crouched down, pointing their guns and weapons outwards.

I crouched behind a thick tree trunk, following the direction of the hunting dog's gaze.

About thirty meters ahead, the trees in the rainforest began to thin out, revealing a relatively open clearing.

In the center of that open space stood a huge stone tablet covered in moss.

Behind the stone tablet, there was no longer green vegetation, but a strange area filled with swirling gray-white fog.

The thick fog seemed to have a life of its own; instead of dissipating under the wash of rain, it continued to slowly creep and expand outward.

"Master Zhang."

The hound lowered its voice and reported to its leader through its tactical headset.

"We've arrived. There are words engraved on the stone tablet ahead. Further ahead is the miasma forest on the outskirts of Old Bear Ridge."

but……"

The hound's voice carried a hint of seriousness: "There seems to be something in front of the stone tablet."

Upon hearing this, I immediately extended the range of my perception of the cool sensation forward.

Through the dense rain, my senses reached the muddy ground in front of the stone tablet.

There, several corpses lay scattered about.

No, to be precise, they were several incomplete remains.

Around these remains, there were messy footprints and traces of something being dragged, stretching deep into the grayish-white miasma forest.

My eyes narrowed, and my fingers unconsciously rested on the handle of the willow-leaf knife on my sleeve.

The greeting from western Hunan was even more direct than I had imagined.

I crouched behind the tree trunk, my brow furrowing slightly as I looked at the several mutilated corpses on the open ground in front of me.

"Master Zhang, I'll go up and take a look."

I turned my head and said in a low voice.

Zhang Xuanqing nodded, a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Be careful, this place has an eerie aura."

Rocks, gunpowder, cover Advisor Chen!

"receive."

The deep sounds of rocks and gunpowder came through the headphones.

I took a deep breath and slowly mobilized the evil energy within my body, covering my hands and body surface to form an invisible but exceptionally tough protective layer.

Then, I stood up, stepped through the muddy, decaying leaves, and slowly walked out of the shelter, arriving at the huge stone tablet covered in moss.

As you get closer, the pungent smell of blood and the stench of corpses become even stronger.

Four corpses lay scattered on the ground, or rather, four piles of flesh and bones.

They were wearing the dark-colored, short-sleeved jackets typical of the local Miao people, which had been torn into strips and mixed in with the mud and water.

I squatted down next to one of the relatively intact torsos.

In this situation, there's no way to find medical gloves. However, the evil energy of the Sha Dan stage that I'm currently attached to my hands is enough to isolate most of the toxins and bacteria in this world.

I reached out and gently turned the corpse's shoulder.

It felt very stiff to the touch, even though it had been soaked in rainwater for a long time.

However, the state of muscle contraction indicates that the person experienced immense pain and fear before death.

My gaze followed his shoulder down, and his entire right arm was gone, with jagged bone fragments at the break.

If attacked by a black bear or wolf in the mountains, there will definitely be obvious bite and chewing marks on the edges of the wound.

But at the fracture site, the flesh was rolled outwards, and the bone showed a spiral crack as if it had been forcibly twisted and broken.

This indicates that his arm was forcibly torn off his torso by some kind of powerful humanoid creature.

What convinced me even more was the color of the wound's edges.