Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 217 The Fear of the Unknown "Zhuzi, follow closely and don't fall behind. I don't think anyone wants to look for you in this damn forest full of fog." The middle one in the five-person team The young man whispered to a teammate behind him who was looking up at the sky. "There seems to be something in the sky." The teammate who was reminded by his teammates not to fall behind still focused most of their attention on the sky, although they couldn't see very far with the fog surrounding them. "Watch your feet. We need to find a way back. The captain and the others are not in the sky." The young man who started to speak spoke up. "Have you found the mark?" He gave up admonishing the bad teammate who had been staring at the sky. The young man in the middle turned to ask the teammate who was leading the team. "Not yet." The vanguard of the one-two-two formation maintained a high degree of vigilance. Hearing his teammates' questions, he slowly replied with an answer he had repeated many times. After habitually asking questions that he knew the answer without his teammates answering, the young man in the middle returned to silence. As five unruly guys who left the team without permission, they would definitely be criticized and punished if they went back, but for the sake of their lives, they still followed the experience they had learned in the past, in this strangely silent and foggy dense forest. They set up the safest formation and moved forward carefully. Counting from the moment of leaving the team, the shortest hand on the watch has passed two twelfths. This five-person team, separated from the main force, has gone from being restless and excited at the beginning to being cautious now. No danger to life was encountered. The imaginary monster did not appear. The only thing that changed was that the surrounding area was now filled with sparse and sparse mutant plants. The sky, which was firmly blocked by branches, leaves and vines, was once again handed over to the boundless mist that gave off a hazy glow. With the help of the faint light in the fog, this small team searched for the marks left in the trees. Before passing through the dense forest, they left their mark along the way to get here. But when they came to this forest where they could see the sky, they lost their way. This sparse forest was like a maze that swallowed up all traces of their past. Walking forward, even if you look back immediately, you will see a different scene. Chopped tree stumps, broken branches, and specially piled mounds of soil can all disappear within tens of seconds. Even if they leave backwards, as soon as these iconic objects are out of sight and hidden in the mist, it will be impossible to find "them" again. The boundless mist surrounding them was like a dormant giant beast, swallowing up the sound and all the marks they left. Deeper and deeper emotions gradually filled the hearts of several young people. From the initial panic, to a little fear, to now the fear that appears in the bottom of my heart. They are not afraid of enemies or fighting. But they are afraid of this unknown and inexplicable crisis that is delayed in appearing. They are all young people, and their lack of experience makes the thin string that maintains sanity in their hearts a bit fragile. After a long period of tension, it may break when they suddenly encounter a situation. What appeared in front of them and at their feet was always a strange environment, and it seemed like endless silence tightly enveloped them. Just when the inexplicable panic was about to overwhelm them, the young man in the middle who acted as the temporary captain spoke: "There seems to be a flat land ahead. Let's go there to take a rest." Not far from the team, within sight On the edge, a flat open space appeared in front of several people. This is a sight that has never happened before. This new "thing" broke the previous monotonous alternation and shocked the hearts of several young people, and the annoyance that was about to burst out in their hearts was relieved a lot. Before quickly reaching the flat ground, what appeared in front of several people was a very ordinary cement floor not covered by plants. This concrete floor, which no one would pay special attention to in normal times, is now shining in the hearts of several young people like a "holy land": they finally see familiar things, such as human creations, no longer misty and weird. trees. As if they had returned to a safe place, several young people rolled and threw themselves on the concrete floor. After sitting back to back, they finally relieved the depression in their hearts. None of them, including their temporary captain, cared whether there would be any danger on this sudden concrete floor. It would be great if there could really be danger. At least they can fight for a while with real swords and guns. Whether you win or lose, there will still be a result after the collision. But now this strange phenomenon and inexplicable fear have made several young people who have never encountered such a situation almost collapse. There is no use for strength, and there is no use for strength. Even if you hit cotton with your fist, there still has to be something there. Is the mist in front of me a thing? Go and beat the mist. Countless plants are enemies. Even if you chop "them" down, chop them up, dig up their roots and cut off their seeds, "they" still won't move and keep appearing. The fear of the unknown that has been reluctant to appear may be the most powerful tool to knock down opponents, and the fact that these young people's imaginary enemies may really be rhymes with is slowly destroying them with this effective method. But this "imaginary enemy" is also a little naughty. At the moment before these young people were about to collapse, they were given a "camp" where they could recover their blood, so that they could have a chance to breathe. The malicious interests of the "imaginary enemy" are unknown to several young people, and they have never thought about it. They just want to rest now. It is estimated that they will take action after they have rested, regained their strength, and their minds are clear. As for whether to leave the familiar concrete floor and continue to find the way back, or to stay here and slowly think of a way, none of the team members thought about it. The long-term invisible fear numbed their minds. After breathing for a while, several young people set up a fire and collected many edible plant roots and fruits. They didn't bother to pay attention to the dangers that never appeared and the monsters in their imaginations. If they could, they would come out and fight now. If they didn't come out, they would rest. Several young people who were not optimistic about life and death divided their work and began to prepare for the camp. There were no words or communication, but they still cooperated as a team in a tacit understanding. Bring all the wilderness survival supplies you prepared before leaving the village with you. If there is no so-called danger, they can probably live for a long time in this forest where there is no shortage of food relying on the tools and materials they carry. Fire, yes. Water, they saw many water sources along the way, and they also found a well in the corner of this cement field. They brought tents where they lived. Even salt, everyone carries several pieces of it that are highly concentrated, and they can eat it for a long time as long as they dissolve it casually. It can be said that in addition to sending out signal flares for help, the items carried by the few of them can already set up a complete wild survival camp.