"Where did this ghost come from? Are you having a nightmare?"
He broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason; it turned out that he and his four men had walked for half the night and still hadn't left the camp.
Looking at his four men who were still fast asleep, Ah San felt a chill and reached out to check their breathing.
Only when he felt warm breath on his hand did the tension in his heart finally ease.
This place is fucking weird!
Nevertheless, the Indian man, burdened with heavy responsibilities, did not give up.
On the fourth day, he and four of his men wandered around the mountain for half the night, eventually getting lost in a thick fog.
He defied the odds and broke through the thick fog, only to find a group of grotesque, blue-faced, fanged men standing before him.
"A ghost!"
"Third Brother, there's a ghost!"
The five men were so frightened that they ran back in a panic. The hillside was steep, and they tumbled down it one by one.
When they woke up the next day, they looked at each other in surprise, because they were in the camp.
The villagers who gradually got up around them looked at them curiously.
Are these five people out of their minds?
I wake up startled every day.
In fact, the Indians were almost scared out of their wits.
If you told anyone, who the hell would believe it was true?
From then on, they dared not have any more bad intentions and tried to run away. They just obediently followed the villagers and did corvée labor.
Unbeknownst to them, the Zhong family, far away in Huaizhou City, was frantic with worry.
"Butler, has Ah San and the others sent any news back?"
The butler bowed his head meekly and said, "Master, no."
"That can't be! Indians are never this unreliable!" the Zhong family head asked doubtfully.
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