"...By the way, I remember the last time my brother saw a ghost here, he also encountered it at night, right?"
Among the players, someone suddenly spoke up.
This sentence immediately made the atmosphere silent.
At first, when the sun shone brightly, this riverbank looked no different from any other place. If it weren't for the map instructions, the players would never have stayed here.
But now, the sun is setting.
Without the sunlight, the river beach really became a bit gloomy.
Although it is cool by the river, once players associate it in that direction, even the most normal natural phenomena will be considered abnormal.
"It's okay. There are so many of us, ghosts usually won't jump on our faces... No horror game will scare a crowd."
Horror games scare players, and in addition to the sudden jump-out scares, they often create a sense of loneliness and helplessness in players.
"You're overthinking it. How can ghosts scare people based on how many people there are?"
"Damn, this isn't a horror game..."
"Why isn't it a horror game?"
"We have military force..."
"Relying on us, a few young Qi-refining cultivators?"
The players were chatting and killing time.
Although the players kept talking, many of those facing away from the village quietly turned their backs to the opposite direction, facing the village and keeping a close eye on the movements there.
As the sky gradually darkened, players would occasionally throw a torch over, trying to keep track of the situation on the riverbank.
But the duration of the torch is really too short.
However, no player is willing to use props such as lighting talismans that last for a long time.
Finally, the sun set completely.
Visibility on the riverbank was reduced to the lowest point.
The darkness in the wilderness is pure darkness.
There was no light except a few starlights.
The only thing the players can rely on is the campfire in front of them.
Next to me was the sound of the rushing river, and in the distance, there were the calls of some birds and animals.
"Brother Duan, what are you mumbling about?"
Du Yu noticed that after the sun set, Xiao Duan was muttering to himself.
"I'm counting the bonfires," Xiao Duan replied, continuing to count, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."
"Isn't it six? Where did the seven come from?" Du Yu was startled and turned around. "Look, one, two...six!! Where did the seven come from?!"
“What the hell!?” Wang Ze shrank back and moved a little closer to the campfire.
"Huh!?" Xiao Duan also noticed something was wrong. He half-knelt up and counted, "One, two... seven!!"
There are seven small sections!!
Several people looked at each other and had a bad feeling.
"The monster is coming!!"
"No, wait a minute, don't scare me! Let's count together from the beginning!" Xie Xinchen interrupted a few people and started counting with them.
"We are this one, right?"
"Shit, I didn't count our bonfires..." Du Yu slapped his head.
The other people immediately looked at Du Yu with sympathetic eyes.
"Don't interrupt, let's continue..." Xie Xinchen continued, "Over there, that's the second one, right? Then count over, the third, the fourth... So here we are, seven, right?... Holy shit, why is there an eighth one!?"
Xie Xinchen looked at the bonfire that had appeared in the distance and stopped talking abruptly.
The others also fell silent and began to count the bonfires on their own.
"Eight."
"I counted eight too..."
"Wow! Get ready for battle!! Ghosts are coming!!! Oh no, monsters are coming! Monsters are coming!!"
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