The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Mr. Yang widened his eyes in horror and wanted to call for help, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

He felt a cold hand slowly slide down his shoulder and move down his arm. The hand felt like a dry branch, rough and cold.

Suddenly, the light in the tent came on. It turned out that Lu Jing turned on the flashlight. The cold hand disappeared instantly. Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for air.

"Boss Yang, what's wrong with you?" Lu Jing asked with concern. Boss Yang was still in shock and stammered, "I... I just felt something touching me, and there was a breathing sound."

Lu Jing looked around and said calmly, "Maybe you are too tired and have a nightmare."

Although Mr. Yang felt that it was unlikely, he had no other explanation. Suddenly, he heard a sinister laughter that echoed in the woods, making people shudder.

Mr. Yang looked at Lu Jing in horror and found that Lu Jing still looked calm, as if he had heard nothing.

"Mr. Lu, didn't you hear the laughter?" Mr. Yang asked. Lu Jing shook his head and said, "No, it might be the sound of the wind."

When Mr. Yang heard Lu Jing say that he didn't hear the laughter, he felt his scalp tingling. He looked around the tent in panic, as if the "thing" that made the eerie laughter was hiding in a corner, staring at them coldly.

"Mr. Lu, it really wasn't the sound of the wind. That laughter... was too scary." Mr. Yang's voice was trembling, with a hint of tears in it. He wrapped himself tightly in the sleeping bag, as if this could bring himself a sense of security.

Lu Jing shook his head slightly, "Mr. Yang, don't scare yourself. Go to bed early. You still have a lot of work tomorrow." As he spoke, he turned off the flashlight and the tent instantly fell into darkness.

Mr. Yang lay in his sleeping bag, not daring to breathe. His eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling of the tent, his ears pricked up to capture every slightest movement.

It was eerily quiet around him, with only the sound of his own rapid breathing echoing in his ears.

I don’t know how long it had been, but just when Mr. Yang was about to fall asleep, a creaking sound came from outside the tent, as if someone was slowly dragging something heavy.

Mr. Yang sat up suddenly, his heart pounding. He reached out and fumbled for the flashlight, turned it on and shone it outside the tent. The light shone through the tent, only reflecting the swaying shadows of the trees outside, nothing else.

But the "crunching" sound was getting closer and closer, and Mr. Yang felt like his heart was about to stop.

"Mr. Lu...Mr. Lu, listen, what is that sound?" Mr. Yang asked in a low voice with a crying tone.

Lu Jing said calmly, "It might be the sound of branches being blown by the wind. Don't think too much about it. Just go to sleep."

Mr. Yang swallowed his saliva. Although he was afraid, his curiosity drove him to find out. He carefully unzipped the tent and stuck half of his head out to look outside.

Under the moonlight, the forest was silent, with only the leaves rustling in the breeze. Just as he was about to retract his head, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing by out of the corner of his eye.

"Who?" Mr. Yang shouted in fear, and the light of the flashlight waved around in panic. But there was nothing but the empty forest. His hands were shaking so badly that he almost dropped the flashlight.

At this time, Xue Moqian jumped out of Lu Jing's sleeping bag, ran out of the tent, and looked around vigilantly.

President Yang looked at Xue Moqian's reaction and walked out to take a look. "The little fox also felt it. There must be something nearby." He said to himself.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and Mr. Yang felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned his head subconsciously and saw a figure standing behind him.

It was a "person" with a twisted body, whose facial features had rotted away, with only two black holes left where his eyes should be, and only a blurry mass of flesh and blood left in his nose and mouth, and a disgusting stench emanating from his body.

"Ah——" Mr. Yang let out a shrill scream, fell backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

Lu Jing sat up and turned on the flashlight. "Boss Yang, what's wrong?"

Mr. Yang pointed in a certain direction, his voice trembling so much that it was almost inaudible, "Ghost...Ghost!"

Lu Jing saw nothing. He frowned and said, "Boss Yang, you must have seen it wrong again. There is nothing outside."

Mr. Yang spoke incoherently: "Really, I saw it, it was just behind me, his facial features were all rotten, it stinks... Ugh!"

Lu Jing sighed, "Maybe you are too nervous and have hallucinations."

Mr. Yang was about to refute when suddenly, a low cry came from all directions. The cry was mournful and miserable, as if countless wronged souls were crying.

"Boss Lu! Quick, listen, this... this is definitely not an illusion."

Lu Jing didn't say anything. He just sat there quietly, with a barely perceptible hint of worry in his eyes.

He knew that the ghost was deliberately trying to scare Mr. Yang, and the reason he did not take action was that he hoped that Mr. Yang would understand the dangers of exploration through this experience and no longer blindly pursue these supernatural things.

The crying became louder and louder, and Yang felt a pair of cold hands reaching out from behind him, slowly strangling his neck. He struggled desperately, but found that he could not move at all.

Seeing this, Lu Jing gently waved his hands, and an invisible force enveloped General Yang. The hands loosened instantly, and the crying stopped abruptly. The lights in the tent returned to normal, and everything returned to calm.

"Mr. Yang, it's okay." Lu Jing walked over and said softly.

Mr. Yang was breathing heavily, his eyes full of confusion and fear, "Mr. Lu, what happened just now?"

Lu Jing looked at him and said seriously, "Boss Yang, there are some things in this deep forest that we ordinary people cannot easily provoke. This is just a warning. Don't be obsessed with looking for these ghosts in the future."

Mr. Yang nodded, his heart filled with fear. But not long after, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Mr. Lu, although it is scary, this is a real ghost. I actually saw a real ghost!"

Lu Jing (? ?_?)?

The next morning, Mr. Yang woke up from his sleep. Recalling his experience last night, his heart was still filled with fear and excitement.

He looked at Lu Jing who was packing his things, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Boss Lu, let's... continue walking inside, okay?"

Lu Jing glanced at him and asked, "Do you want to continue?"

Mr. Yang nodded heavily, "I want to! This has always been my dream. I want to know what secrets are hidden in this forest."

Lu Jing thought silently for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay. But you should take protective measures first, don't get scared and scream again."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu." Mr. Yang was very happy, and walked in front with a heroic and proud look.

Lu Jing followed Mr. Yang reluctantly. The two of them walked through the narrow path in the forest and headed into the interior of the forest.

The Moon Over the Sea——

In a luxurious and warm bedroom, on the soft bed, Long Yi Qiu was nestling in Su Xiang's arms with a happy look on his face.

She slowly stretched out her slender jade fingers and carefully touched Su Xiang's lips with her fingertips, her eyes full of obsession with him.

Su Xiang was still immersed in her sleep. Being disturbed by Long Yiqiu, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She closed her eyes and frowned in dissatisfaction, and hummed a sleepy protest from her nose.

Long Yi Qiu quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his eyelids to hide the pride in his eyes, and rested his head on his white chest again, enjoying this rare moment of warmth.

After a while, she couldn't help but poke Su Xiang's cheek with her finger and called out in a soft voice: "Su Xiang, Su Xiang...it's dawn."

Su Xiang was awakened by this series of actions. When he opened his eyes and saw Long Yiqiu, he was immediately furious and glared at her fiercely.

"Are you crazy? Why are you yelling so early? You didn't yell enough last night, did you?"

Long Yiqiu was used to being scolded. He looked at Su Xiang with a smile, took his hand and rubbed it on his cheek, and said in a friendly tone, "Don't be angry. It's not easy for Lu Jing to be away, so I can come to accompany you."

"Who needs your company?" Su Xiang snorted, and pushed her aside without any mercy. Then he pulled the quilt over himself, turned his back to Long Yiqiu, and muttered:

"Stop touching me or I'll sue you for sexual harassment."