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As everyone was speculating, Ming Ming Liang suddenly said, "I believe the monkey."
Everyone turned to look at Ming Ming Liang, and she continued, "Last night, I heard the monkey's shout and saw the Wuchang Ghost emerge from the tent. It was only thirty seconds apart; no one could pull off a trick in such a short time. Besides, they would have to sneak back and change clothes, which is simply impossible. Moreover, one was dressed in black and the other in white. Even if the monkey was disoriented, it wouldn't confuse such drastically different colors."
Scar Monkey felt deeply moved and wanted to give Ming Ming Liang a warm hug!
However, Ming Ming Liang paused for a moment and then said, "I misspoke earlier."
Scar Monkey exclaimed, "What did you say wrong? You were absolutely right! Perfectly right!"
Ming Ming Liang replied, "No, I just made one mistake. I said that no one could pull off a trick in such a short time; that was incorrect."
She paused again and lowered her voice, saying, "What I should have said is that the only ones who can pull off tricks in such a short time are ghosts!"
Everyone fell silent at once, as if the stillness had swallowed all sights and sentiments.
The footsteps of the Wuchang Ghost ahead were completely inaudible now, with only the occasional crackle of static from Feng Wuhen's handheld radio breaking the silence.
Feng Wuhen made a gesture for quiet. The five of them continued along the path that the Wuchang Ghost had taken (the only path through the dense forest).
Scar Monkey felt more afraid than any of his teammates; after all, he had directly witnessed last night's Heibai Wuchang incident.
At this moment, he found himself at the back of the group, subconsciously wanting to keep a greater distance from the Wuchang Ghost ahead.
Scar Monkey suddenly felt an urgent need and looked for a place to relieve himself.
He glanced around at the dense forest, where branches intertwined and the depths were shrouded in darkness. He really didn't want to venture further in, so he decided to wait until the team members moved farther away before finding a nearby spot.
As Ming Ming Liang and the others walked further away, the branches they had pushed aside sprang back, concealing the wild path that some unknown beast had trampled.
It seemed that Scar Monkey was the only one left in the forest. He hummed a tune to bolster his courage.
Once he was done, he continued on his way.
The few ahead were strong and capable; once they created distance, it would be hard to catch up.
Thus, this journey felt like Scar Monkey was traversing the primitive jungle alone. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of his shoes crunching on the dry leaves.
"Feng Wuhen! Ming Ming Liang!" Scar Monkey called out to the team members ahead, though he dared not raise his voice too high. The only response he received was the distant chirping of birds.
To conserve battery, he had turned off his Handheld Radio earlier. Now, he fished it out from his waist pouch, preparing to turn it back on.
Just as he bent down to retrieve the Handheld Radio, a pale foot suddenly emerged from the right side of the forest! Blood oozed between its toes, and blue veins throbbed as it reached out toward him!
Scar Monkey was truly paralyzed with fear this time! He let out a terrified scream, his legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the ground!
In that moment of falling, he caught a glimpse of a pair of sorrowful eyes flashing through the dense foliage—eyes that seemed ready to devour him whole!
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to faint.
Summoning his courage, he looked toward the forest along the footpath and saw a person tightly bound to a tree with ropes, their face completely covered in yellow tape, leaving only their eyes exposed.
Those eyes seemed to blaze with fire, and from their throat came a low, raspy sound that echoed like a cry of desperation.
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