nycdaug Chapter 773 The Truth
Chapter 773 The Truth
Chen Yile stood at the door of the weather station, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but the shotgun in his hand was still shaking slightly.
The talismans on the wall exuded a strange aura, as if silently warning of something.
He looked around cautiously and only dared to step in after confirming that there was no other movement.
The interior of the weather station was even more dilapidated than he had imagined. The old instruments were covered in dust, and some old books and tattered maps were scattered in the corners.
There was a faint fishy smell in the air, mixed with the cold air, which made people feel nauseous.
He walked to an old desk with a yellowed notebook on the table.
Chen Yile flipped open the first page, where it was written in scribbled handwriting: "This is a cursed place. Anyone who trespasses will be sacrificed to the mandrills. We once tried to escape, but in the end we all became sacrifices."
His hands trembled slightly and cold sweat ran down his back.
Just as he was about to continue flipping through the pages, a low chanting voice suddenly came from behind him. Chen Yile turned abruptly and faced the direction of the sound.
On the altar in the middle of the icy lake, a figure was slowly walking towards him.
It was a figure wearing a tattered robe, his face blurry, but Chen Yile recognized it as Zhang Qiang at a glance.
"Zhang Qiang?" Chen Yile called tentatively.
Zhang Qiang didn't answer, but continued walking forward.
His steps were slow and strange, as if every step was rustling against the air.
Chen Yile noticed that something seemed to be moving under his robe.
"Don't come over here, don't come near me!" Chen Yile shouted.
Zhang Qiang stopped and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You finally found it."
Chen Yile said sternly, "You are not Zhang Qiang! Did you kill them all?"
Zhang Qiang did not answer, but slowly raised his hand. A strange pattern appeared on his palm, glowing with a faint blue light under the moonlight.
Chen Yile felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. He looked around, picked up a shotgun at hand, and quickly pulled the trigger.
The bullet penetrated Zhang Qiang's chest, but the figure just shook and did not fall down.
"You, you are not human!" Chen Yile said in horror.
At this moment, Chen Yile suddenly remembered the person he saw in the tent before.
The figure was blurry, but it gave people an extremely depressing feeling.
Could it be that Zhang Qiang has always been part of the mandrill?
"How are the others?" Chen Yile asked, gripping his shotgun tightly.
"They are all dead." Zhang Qiang said slowly, "Only you survived."
Chen Yile felt dizzy and rushed outside, trying to find his teammates.
The cold wind was still howling on the icy lake, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance looked particularly strange under the blood-red moonlight.
Suddenly, a low bell rang from the altar in the middle of the icy lake.
Chen Yile looked back and saw the corpses on the altar slowly floating up. Their bodies stood upright in the water, their eyes staring blankly into the distance.
"They will become sacrifices to the mandrills." Zhang Qiang's voice came from behind.
Chen Yile turned around suddenly, and Zhang Qiang appeared behind him without him knowing when.
He still had that strange smile on his face, but Chen Yile noticed that there seemed to be a pair of blood-red lights hidden deep in his pupils.
"Stay away from me!" Chen Yile shouted and pulled the trigger.
The bullet penetrated Zhang Qiang's body again, but it seemed to have no effect on him.
Zhang Qiang just shook his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Do you think this will work on me?"
Chen Yile felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted. He looked back at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, where there seemed to be a faint light flickering.
Maybe that is the hope of life.
"No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, you will never succeed!" Chen Yile said with clenched teeth.
He suddenly turned around and rushed towards the snow-capped mountains. Zhang Qiang behind him let out a low roar and quickly caught up with him.
But Chen Yile no longer cared about so much and could only keep running. The cold wind whistled past his ears, his clothes were already soaked, and every step seemed like a race against death.
Finally, when he was about to be exhausted, he saw a faint light ahead.
The light became clearer and clearer. It was an abandoned cabin, and a hint of warmth came through the crack of the door.
"Don't run!" Zhang Qiang's voice came from behind.
Chen Yile didn't bother to look back. He used all his strength to push open the door of the wooden house. A gust of warm air blew in his face, quickly relieving his coldness.
The house was filled with various wood and tools, and there was a rusty oil lamp in the corner.
He lit the oil lamp, and the faint flame illuminated the entire room.
At this moment, there was a loud noise behind him. Chen Yile looked back and saw Zhang Qiang standing at the door. His body had begun to twist and deform.
"Don't waste your energy, you will never escape!" Zhang Qiang's voice became hoarse and low.
Chen Yile didn't say anything. He rushed to the corner and picked up an axe. This was his last chance.
Zhang Qiang slowly walked into the room, his body expanding and twisting. His robes had completely ripped, revealing the horrifying body beneath, its skin covered in black veins and strange lines.
Chen Yile took a deep breath, raised the axe and chopped at Zhang Qiang. The axe hit Zhang Qiang's body, but did not seem to cause any damage.
"How could this happen!" Chen Yile said in shock.
Just then, the oil lamp suddenly went out.
The whole room fell into darkness, and Chen Yile heard a low laugh from Zhang Qiang behind him.
Suddenly, a piercing sound echoed from the darkness, as if something was tearing through space. Chen Yile felt a strong sense of dizziness coming over him, and his consciousness began to blur...
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. The sun was shining outside the window, and birds were singing happily in the branches. The doctor told him that an expedition team had found him deep in the snowy mountains and rescued him.
"Where are the others?" Chen Yile asked.
The doctor shook his head, indicating that they hadn't found any. Chen Yile fell silent. It seemed that Zhang Qiang was right; his teammates had indeed been murdered.
A strong sense of loss surged in Chen Yile's heart, but he did not shed tears.
He just looked at the scenery outside the window silently, thinking about everything he had experienced in his mind. He knew he could not look back.
After a few days of rest, Chen Yile had almost recovered. The discharge procedures were completed for him. Chen Yile returned to his hometown and started a new life.
In the illusion, Chen Yile no longer takes risks and no longer comes into contact with anything related to ghosts. He knows that they exist, but they will never appear in his life again.
After letting go of all this, Chen Yile's consciousness began to waver, and he gradually broke away from the illusion and returned to the underworld.