The carriage loaded with heavy goods drove alone in the mountains, crossing the rugged and difficult mountain roads. The darkness swallowed the earth like an ugly mouth, and several howls were heard from the woods on both sides of the road.

The wheels of the carriage left shallow marks on the road. From the looks of it, it didn't look like the marks that would be made by a carriage loaded with cargo and two people on board.

It can be seen that this carriage was converted from a cargo cart. The driver's seat in front can seat almost three people, and the space in the back is also very wide and deep.

Linard lowered his head in a semi-reclining position, took out his pipe from his arms, and smoked it one puff at a time.

The driver was extremely enthusiastic. After he warmly invited him to get on the carriage, he declined his request to sit in the back seat on the grounds that it was filled with cargo. He did not do anything else.

Along the way, the driver was speechless, and Lynard remained silent in response.

It seems as natural as a driver meeting a lone traveler and giving him a ride.

If the driver didn't have purple-black corpse spots on his arms.

Although it was just a glimpse, Linnard was very sure that it was indeed a corpse spot that only appeared on the body of the dead, rather than age spots or the like.

Looking up, there are no stars in the sky. The two silver moons are hidden behind the thick clouds, full of gloomy colors.

The gravel paths in the mountain forest are overgrown with weeds. The vegetation on the roadside is getting denser and more lush, like a barren mountain that has been abandoned for a long time and no one has visited it.

Looking at the boundless dark woods and the town that was not shortening at all, Linnard coughed twice and asked, "How far is it from the town?"

The driver said nothing.

A terrifying chill enveloped Linnard's body, and he realized what was even weirder about the driver.

Posture is posture.

After getting into the car, the driver kept sitting upright from beginning to end.

Not even the arm holding the riding crop trembled.

It is very difficult for a normal person to remain absolutely still for five minutes. No one would intentionally stay still unless they wanted to.

Only corpses lose the desire to move.

Under the dim night sky, the two of them walked alone and silently through a huge maze surrounded by primitive trees.

The majestic forest is like a barrier from another world, leading Lynard away from the known world and leading to an unknown realm.

The long silence, like a shadow, makes people feel inexplicably fragile, anxious, and uneasy.

Lynard didn't feel scared. On the contrary, he never imagined that he could meet normal people in this ghost place.

In other words, people.

Since the driver avoided the question, he did not bother with it further and instead asked: "Did you hear the howling in the woods?"

The shrill screams came one after another, as if they were far away, and if you listened carefully, they sounded like moans close to your ears.

If you listen carefully to these howls, something even more terrifying will happen.

This is not the howl of a wild beast at all!

It's an extremely long note!

It's like a person deliberately broke the complete sentence into dozens of paragraphs and screamed it out.

Lynard kept spelling out the syllables of Howl in his mind, but could never form a complete word.

"Zhiqua——"

The grinding sound of the brakes lengthened, and the kerosene lamp hanging on the hood of the car swayed.

"arrive."

The driver's voice was still steady, as usual.

Linnard looked up and saw a cluster of buildings in front of him.

The small town in the distance is brightly lit and bustling.

As you get closer, there are very few people around.

Compared with the retro and elegant buildings described in Buck's story, the scene that Lynard saw was extremely dilapidated. Most of the houses in the town had simple walls made of wood and stone, and were covered with plaster that could be seen everywhere.

The only thing that can be related to retro is that these houses, whether old or new, generally embody 'sharp' designs, large and small.

There will be an iron javelin-like object stuck in the triangular roof.

The plaster of every household is painted with complex patterns and carved with thorns.

After looking at it for a long time, my eyes felt a little stinging.

The few sidewalks were covered with weeds, as if no one had been there for a long time, and the old house was pitch dark without any light.

The entire town was shrouded in silence and darkness, like an eerie abandoned town.

In the dark house, there were flickering lights.

It is like the light refracted by the moonlight, and like the prying eyes and gaze of inhuman creatures.

The driver took off the hat he had been wearing, revealing a face with dark skin and dull features.

As soon as he got out of the car, his whole person became much more alive.

It's like transforming from a machine that executes rigid orders into a real human being.

Lights began to light up a little in the town, but there were still no people in sight.

"Sir." The driver looked at Linnard with an apologetic expression.

"My destination has arrived, welcome to the town of Mouth." He looked around and saw that several doors were opened under cover, and several children about six or seven years old came out of nowhere and swarmed around the carriage.

"Uncle Mark!"

"Uncle Mark!"

They grabbed the driver's whip and were extremely happy.

"You're back again, tell us what new stories you heard this time?"

"Yes, yes, and, is there anything delicious, Uncle Mark?"

Mark smiled and lifted the oilcloth of the carriage, took out a bundle of bundles, took out some brightly colored snacks, and distributed them to the children one by one.

He shrugged to Lynard: "Sir, taking you to the town by the way is the greatest help I can do. If you don't mind, you can wait until nine o'clock tomorrow morning and take the bus to the nearest city.

."

He spoke these words in a formulaic manner, as if he had forgotten all about his previous silence in the carriage and did not answer Linard's words, and looked enthusiastic.

For some reason, Linnard always felt that although his expressions were much more vivid, filled with the light of 'humanity' like those jumping children, in his heart he always unconsciously connected their faces with the things in his mind.

Another face compared to each other.

That was the mask-like face of the resentful ghost hybrid.

It looks like a human being and feels like a human being, but you know from the bottom of your heart that this is not a human being.

This is the most terrifying thing.

"Okay, then please allow me to ask another question. Is there a hotel in the town? I need to find a place to stay."

Linard seemed not to notice the change in the driver and asked naturally.

"Well..." 'He' pretended to think for a while, while the children around him still had bright smiles on their faces, scrambling for candies.

Secretly, their pupils looked at Linnard's back in unison, swallowing their saliva.

"The transportation in this town is inconvenient, and there are very few tourists like you. But I know that the neighbor next door has an empty house. Maybe if you pay him a little reward, he will be willing to provide you with a night's stay."
Chapter completed!