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I looked up and saw that it was Yang Mengfan. I had pushed too hard and bumped into his chest.
Yang Mengfan winced in pain and looked down at me, his eyes filled with concern.
"Mengmeng, what's wrong?"
"There's blood in the tent, a lot of blood..."
I pointed to the dark red stain in the corner, my voice trembling.
Yang Mengfan followed my finger and his expression changed sharply.
He walked over to the stain and crouched down to examine it closely.
"Don't be afraid, Mengmeng. It's Warm-Up Medicine. I might not have tightened the bottle properly earlier, and you must have knocked it over while turning in your sleep."
Yang Mengfan picked up a small dark bottle from the ground and handed it to me.
"This is a local special remedy made from a herb found on the snow-capped mountains. Its bright red color can look like blood."
"This medicine is a folk remedy used by villagers who spend the night on the snow mountain; they drink this Warm-Up Medicine to prevent colds and altitude sickness."
I took the bottle and brought it to my nose. It had a faint herbal scent, with no trace of blood at all.
Had there been this bottle on the ground just now? I had no recollection of it.
Yang Mengfan moved quickly, pulling out a piece of cloth from somewhere to wipe away the bloodstains on the ground. He then took a new sleeping bag from his backpack and spread it out.
"Sleep now, Mengmeng. Get some good rest tonight."
"Yang Mengfan, did you hear that?" I grabbed Yang Mengfan's arm, my nails nearly digging into his flesh.
My voice trembled violently, and my heart raced uncontrollably.
Just moments ago, I had distinctly heard a strange bleating sound of a goat, which pierced through the silence of the night.
There was no change in Yang Mengfan's expression. He held my hand firmly and spoke gently, "No, I didn't hear anything. Were you having a nightmare? The stories Brother Wang told today were purely fictional; don't take them too seriously."
He paused for a moment before adding, "The signal is poor in the mountains. Even if something were to happen, we can look out for each other."
I shook my head, desperately trying to calm myself down, but that eerie sound lingered in my mind like an incantation.
"No, there really was a sound. It was strange, like... like..." I struggled to find the right words to accurately describe that unsettling feeling.
"Like a sickly goat moaning in pain."
Yang Mengfan looked at me, his eyes filled with a hint of helplessness.
"It might be the wind; sometimes the wind in the mountains is quite strange," he said, handing me a bottle filled with Warm-Up Medicine.
"Here, drink this first. Brother Wang instructed each of us to take it. After you drink the medicine, get some good sleep. I’ll stay right here to protect you."
Looking at the bottle so close to me, I found it hard to swallow. The faint herbal scent wafting from the opening was pleasant enough, but it did little to ease my discomfort.
Steeling myself, I took the bottle and downed its contents in one go.
The liquid flowed down my throat and into my stomach, a warm sensation quickly spreading throughout my body.
I felt myself growing hotter, my consciousness beginning to blur.
Yang Mengfan held me tightly, but his body felt unusually cold, like a block of ice pressed against my back.
I struggled to push him away but found I lacked any strength.
Perhaps I was too exhausted; gradually, I drifted into a deep sleep. I don’t know how long it was before I felt my body being violently shaken. I jolted awake to find my tent shaking violently.
Outside the tent loomed a massive shadow, as if someone were tearing at my tent with both hands.
Fear gripped me tightly, and I curled up in a ball, my heart racing and cold sweat soaking my clothes.
Terror wrapped around me like an invisible hand, choking me.
I dared not make a sound, nor could I even breathe.
Finally, the canvas of the tent was torn open. What I saw made my hair stand on end. It was not a person, but a massive goat's head that poked in.
This was no ordinary goat.
It stood upright, its crimson eyes fixed intently on me, and its mouth revealed two menacing fangs.
A strong, nauseating stench assaulted my senses, nearly suffocating me.
I widened my eyes, my body frozen in place as if nailed to the ground.
The goat's head slowly approached, its fangs glinting ominously.
It extended its crimson tongue, licking its lips and letting out a chilling low growl.
I felt an overwhelming sense of dread, as if Death itself were standing right before me.
I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my lips.
My body remained paralyzed, helplessly watching as the goat's head drew nearer.
It opened its gaping maw, revealing sharp teeth, and lunged toward my neck.
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