Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Some would cruelly kill them, or at least play a trick on them.

The spirits that spawn from this forest are the most cruel kind. Those who trespass will die.

Moreover, they possessed a rather perverse sense of humor, enjoying toying with and tormenting their prey before they died.

Zhao Hao could see wisps of spiritual energy around the corpse, like gray mist, but little of this energy remained, and there were no other traces left.

Clearly, in this native home, the environment is its friend.

"Let's keep tracking down the survivors; they're the only way to find that thing. Hopefully, they can hold on a little longer, and not all of them will die."

……

Julia is seventeen years old and a beautiful girl.

Seventeen is a rebellious age, especially since her family doesn't care much about her.

So she went out with her new boyfriend to seek excitement.

Four people are going to explore the legendary Ghost Forest and have a great bodily fluid exchange exercise with the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed!

They both believed and disbelieved the rumors; they believed there was definitely something wrong with the forest, but they didn't believe there were any ghosts or monsters taking lives.

They love that thrill!

After arriving here, we trekked through the woods for about three hours without finding anything unusual.

The four were so disappointed that they lost interest in continuing their exploration.

However, it was already dark, and there wasn't enough time to turn back. So, they decided to stick to their plan, set up their tents, and go camping, while also engaging in some exciting outdoor activities.

But when the shouting and yelling reached their peak in the middle of the night, something strange suddenly happened.

Julia saw a tall shadow of a man carrying a large machete reflected on the tent!

Then a large knife slashed open the tent, and something grabbed the man's foot, dragging him out with an irresistible force!

Before Julia's scream could reach its highest point, the head of her male companion's shadow on the tent was severed by a large knife!

When the three saw the headless corpse, they were terrified and fled in panic!

The tall, elusive figure chased and pursued them relentlessly, appearing unexpectedly from time to time, sometimes behind trees or in bushes, wielding a machete and leaving minor wounds on the three of them.

He was a tall man wearing a burlap hood, looking like a prisoner about to be sent to the gallows; only his eyes were visible!

The three inevitably began to separate. Julia was with her boyfriend (who died), but then she fell into despair.

When the masked monster reappeared, her boyfriend of only three days dumped her and even pushed her down, hoping to slow the masked monster's advance.

The strange man arrived in front of Julia with indescribable speed, his cold eyes fixed on her!

The glaring head of his deceased male companion was still tied around his waist!

Julia let out the loudest scream of her life! Just like the loudest female protagonist in a horror movie!

This might be her last voice; she broke through her own limitations!

The masked man ignored her and walked right past her, leisurely chasing after her fleeing boyfriend!

After trembling for a while, Julia continued to run away. The few pieces of cloth she had on her body could not protect her, and the grass and branches in the forest left bloody marks on her body.

Soon, she saw her ex-boyfriend again. Her boyfriend was headless.

Julia remembered the human head on the monster's waist; she knew her ex-boyfriend's head must already be tied to the monster's belt.

She felt both glee at the death of her scumbag boyfriend and dread the arrival of the strange man.

There were four of us, and two of us are already dead. If my last friend gets beheaded too, that weirdo will come after me!

Julia hopes God will come to save her, while also hoping the weirdo will go after her best friend first...

A night passed, and daytime seemed safe. But Julia was lost in the forest, like a lost lamb.

Just as Julia thought it would be safer during the day and unconsciously fell asleep, the strange man with the burlap sack head appeared...

Chapter 87 The Nameless Mountain Ghost

Because the three of them ran around in a panic in the middle of the night, the tracks were very messy.

Zhao Hao searched for a long time. If it weren't for Ju Zuo's intervention at the end, using his nose, which is typical of top chefs, they would have gone through every single circle the three of them had run.

Orange's nose is still sharp; it found two more corpses, and then found traces left by the last woman.

"Looks like they've been captured! There are signs of struggle, so they weren't killed on the spot. The marks are fresh, definitely no more than two hours ago! Let's give chase!"

Orange House was forced to open for business, leading Zhao Hao and Fatty along the scent trail.

They chased them until they reached a place shrouded in a light mist.

The fat man hesitated and said, "It seems to exist like a secret realm."

"A secret realm? Can this place lead to the inner world?" Zhao Hao asked.

The fat man shook his head. "Not necessarily. These kinds of secret realms usually have a spiritual energy space, like a piece cut out of the outer world and pasted into the inner world. There isn't necessarily an exit in the inner world. Secret realms that can connect the outer and inner worlds are very precious. But ordinary people who enter this mist will only end up wandering out."

"Forget it, let's go in and take a look first," the fat man said, taking the lead.

Zhao Hao tossed Xiao Ruan out of his arms and placed her around him, then summoned Qianli Donkey to ride on, just in case something happened, he could run faster than Fatty.

He held talismans and paper figures in his hands, his arm was wrapped with living dragon tendons, and his dragon-slaying knife could appear at any moment.

"Giddy up!"

……

Julia, her hair disheveled and her body a mess, was bound to an overturned rack. The rough hemp rope, blackened and foul-smelling from being soaked in blood for so long, had countless bloody welts on her tattered body.

The strange man with the sack over her head had been binding her here for an hour. In front of her was a wooden stake, covered in dried black blood, a testament to the countless heads that had been chopped off.

In a large pit not far away, there were many corpses and skeletons piled up, at least a dozen!

Some had already rotted into bones, while others were still decaying. The stench was unbearable!

Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from letting out a final scream; she could only shake her head and weep.

She was scared; she didn't want to die!

Oh God, someone save me! I'll never do it again!

However, God didn't come, but a strange man appeared.

He was still the same, dressed in tattered old-fashioned clothes, with a burlap sack over his head, worn-out thick gloves on his hands, and carrying that bloodstained large machete. The severed head that had been tucked into his waistband was gone; no one knew where it had been placed.

The strange man walked over, slowly laid the wooden frame down, placed Julia's head on the stake, and fiddled with the blonde hair on her neck, revealing her snow-white neck.

That neck is really nice.

It would be such a waste not to cut off such a nice neck!

Julia struggled and shook her head, letting the rope chafe her chest and neck, leaving marks. She wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make muffled "ooh ooh ooh" sounds.

She couldn't even lift her head to look at the strange man; all she could see was the shadow of the strange man on the ground, his hands raised with a large cleaver!

Then he swung it down hard!

"Bang~"

Just as Julia closed her eyes and awaited death, a gunshot rang out.

"Ha, found it!"

The fat man fired his psionic pistol in rapid succession. Bullets pierced the strange man's body, creating large holes and forcing him back step by step. Psionic energy dissipated from the bullet holes.

At this moment, Zhao Hao also threw out paper figures, and casually conjured a wooden-headed divine weapon and a clay puppet divine weapon.

The fat man shouted, "Ritian, you don't need to do anything. Use the barrier to trap him. Monsters are very good at escaping! Let me, the fat man, deal with him!"

The fat man didn't know what kind of technique he practiced, but his white flesh trembled and swayed, yet it was extremely tough, even able to withstand pistol bullets with his bare body without getting hurt.

Moreover, his psionic resistance is also very high, making him a standard tank.

He had many tricks up his sleeve, from the turtle box to the fire gourd, to the ghost-slaying golden mace, to some common talismans—he was quite the showman.

Although these mountain spirits and monsters could change shape and move freely in this forest, they were inescapable death gods for ordinary people. However, once trapped within Zhao Hao's barrier and losing their home ground, they were no match for the fat man in a one-on-one fight.

The fat man, wielding a pistol in one hand and a golden mace in the other, pounced and unleashed a barrage of blows and kicks. He smashed your machete, broke your arm, and riddled your sack with bullets—the psionic energy practically overflowed, like it was smoking!

I'll breathe fire on you again from this gourd!

The fat man was exceptionally skilled in direct combat, and the monster had no chance to fight back at all.

Although that monster had many tricks up its sleeve, it could manipulate the ground to grow many tree roots, its hands could turn into dry, sharp branches, and it could also unleash a roar that could intimidate enemies.

But it was no use. The fat man wasn't afraid at all.

"Bang~"

Finally, the fat man jumped up and smashed his hammer hard against the strange Tian Linggan, making a loud noise.

The hooded monster collapsed to the ground with a thud, and Zhao Hao saw a large amount of spiritual energy emanating from the corpse and gradually dissipating into the forest.

Looking at the corpse again, it was shriveled up, with only a layer of clothing remaining. The hood was flattened, and the clothes and pants were also flattened, with only some disjointed animal bones and withered plant branches inside.

Julia was overjoyed to be playing PUBG and wished she could get a chicken dinner right then and there!

"Help me! Help me! That monster killed Carter, Phil, and the others! Oh God! That damned monster must be from outer space! You must be from the Defense Agency, right? Are aliens going to invade Earth? Is this the end of the world... Waaah!"

The fat man gagged him again; it was too noisy, and the sounds were especially shrill.

The fat man frowned as he looked at her, because she was speaking so fast that he didn't understand much of what she was saying. After all, his English wasn't very good.

He only understood things like aliens and the Defense Agency.

He said to Julia, “No nervousness, no nonsense. It has nothing to do with God, and it’s not a UFO! Know is know, no know is no know, it’s know. Do you understand?”

Typical "fat-style" English: To know what you know and to admit what you don't know is the only rational approach!

He turned to Zhao Hao and said, "See? This woman's mind is starting to go haywire. The shock from the extraordinary information she received was too great. I don't know if she can recover."

Zhao Hao untied Julia, put a coat on her, and used the donkey to carry her back to the highway, then put her in the car and drove her back to the city.

Julia seemed to have found her pillar of support and was clinging to Zhao Hao, saying that he was an angel sent by God to save her and that she was willing to do anything to protect him!

Zhao Hao replied perfunctorily, "Okay, okay," while leading her to the roadside and taking out a "pen."

"Come on, look what this is!"

Julia glanced involuntarily at the pen, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Fatty and Zhao Hao had both turned their heads to the side.