Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"It wasn't until that news appeared that my teacher found me and hoped that I could go to the island and help him find out the truth."

He was silent for a moment and continued, "Before I set off, I went to find the teacher and wanted to find out what experiments Chiakli was secretly doing back then."

"But the teacher still didn't tell me. He just said that I would know when I entered the laboratory."

"He hoped that I could bring back some useful things, such as research samples from that year and various documents."

"So I said I don't want the bonus because my mission and yours are different. You are going to get the documents that the government needs, and I am going to get what the teachers need."

"That's all I know, really just this little bit and nothing more."

"..." Lin Zigang couldn't help but cursed, "Damn it, why do you get more and more panicked the more you talk?"

"What can be found here? Isn't it just a bunch of broken instruments and equipment, and some small viruses?"

"I'm telling you, it sounds like this place is haunted."

Hearing this, Song Dewen stiffened.

"Ghost... ghost... ghost?"

His teeth were chattering.

Lin Zigang kicked him again, "What the hell, are there any ghosts in this world?!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Zongze immediately covered his mouth.

With a solemn look on his face, he motioned for him to look outside.

Song Dewen sat there, his limbs stiff and his fingers trembling.

His eyes were straight and his teeth were chattering.

He slowly stretched out his hand, trembling violently, and pointed behind Li Zongze.

There, at some point, a skull was posted there.

Through the breathable tent, the skull slowly stuck to the tent cloth.

The outline was clearly visible and seemed to be dripping with blood.

Drops of bright red blood fell on the white tent like rain.

The cold red color spread out, and the skull shape had its mouth open, as if it was biting the tent cloth.

Just rubbing like this, making a slight sound.

Song Dewen rolled his eyes, fainted from fright, and fell on Liu Wuhui.

Everyone was shocked.

Soon, not only did skulls appear behind Li Zongze, but also the tent cloth behind Liang Yuer appeared.

Those white bones lying on the ground during the day seemed to be resurrected at this moment, and they were constantly looking in through the tent.

In all directions, surrounding the tent.

Lin Zigang was so frightened that he took out the knife in his backpack and looked at the skeletons that kept coming in behind him. He covered his mouth and did not dare to say anything.

Li Zongze quickly turned off the lights in the tent.

The tent suddenly fell into darkness.

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Darkness is the best protective color, but it is also the color that can best amplify the fear in your heart.

I can't see anything, I can't see my fingers.

The more this happens, the more tense people's emotions become, and their hairs stand on end.

Five people sat in a circle in a tent, back to back.

Everyone took out their knives and didn't dare to say a word.

Just like this, I watched the sounds coming from outside the tent, the sound of bones rubbing against the fabric, the sound of pushing, and the clicking of withered teeth.

Even though Lin Zigang was brave, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He clutched the knife tightly, his legs shaking violently.

He was even holding his backpack, chattering his teeth, and was sweating profusely from his back.

He lowered his voice and asked tremblingly: "What...what is this?!"

"No...it can't really...it's really——"

Ghost?