"Something's wrong."
"On the road we came from, were there trees too?"
Tang Xin's words immediately put everyone on alert, and they turned around.
Sure enough, on the road behind them, they saw similar figures, and not just one.
At a glance, there were nearly a dozen such figures, each with a different shape. Some resembled crosses, others were like peculiar angular rocks, more stood there solitary, unmoving like snow-covered pines, blending seamlessly with the environment.
A strange sound floated in the air. The sound was faint, and it wasn't until now that they could hear it clearly. It sounded like a woman's sobs or a sharp, eerie laughter.
"They are supernatural creatures, and they appear in groups," Xu Xiaoyou quickly deduced. "We're surrounded."
"This dense fog is probably connected to their characteristics!"
Unease rose in everyone's hearts, and a sense of crisis descended suddenly.
