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"Damn it, are we back here again?" Evil Bird scratched his head, feeling a bit irritated as he spoke to Divine Hand.
Divine Hand ignored him. The group of twenty men included only two who had gone over to Divine Hand's side, seemingly preparing for another meeting. However, this time they did not deliberately isolate me. I sat not far from them, listening in while observing the four individuals.
There was no need to mention Divine Hand and Evil Bird, but the other two had not drawn much attention over the past couple of days. They spoke little, one was thin and the other was plump; I didn't know their names, but they seemed to get along well.
As I listened to them discussing the wall of ghosts, I suddenly heard a snicker beside me. It turned out Dabao had unknowingly drifted over and sat next to me, saying, "There are no ghosts here; where would the wall of ghosts come from?"
I turned to glance at him and was about to respond when I noticed Dabao's face was pale and somewhat twisted. I was startled and immediately whispered, "Dabao, are you okay?"
"What's wrong with me?" Dabao looked at me strangely and asked in confusion.
"Your complexion doesn't look good; you should probably stay in for a while," I replied. Although having Dabao around could help me a lot, nothing was more important than my brother's safety.
"Doesn't look good?" Dabao touched his face and seemed to sense something was off. He then said dejectedly, "I feel like something is definitely wrong here. Mad Zi, you must be careful!"
"Yeah." I smiled at him as he warned me a few more times before disappearing.
I sighed and glanced at the cloth strip on the branch. Suddenly inspired, I thought that after two days, regardless of whether Lemon could see it or not, I should leave him a signal. With that in mind, I pulled out a small knife from my bag and cut off a piece of my left pant leg. Since it wasn't long enough to tie around such a thick tree, I picked up a twig and stuck it into the soil beside the tree. Finally, I carved two characters into the tree and signed it "Zi," feeling satisfied with my handiwork.
"Safe?" came Evil Bird's rough voice filled with mockery from behind me. I calmly turned around and leaned back against the tree, smiling as I asked, "So, have you finished the meeting? Did you find a way out?"
"Why should I tell you?!" the Evil Bird rolled his eyes at me, then plopped down beside me. Before I could say anything, he lazily said, "You better not keep talking to yourself over there. If you disturb my beauty sleep, just wait and see how I'll teach you a lesson."
I shot him a glare but didn't respond. Although he still liked to hurl insults at me, he wasn't as hostile as when we first met. Especially after I had given him a beating, his attitude towards me had become even stranger. It wasn't exactly hatred; he showed no malicious behavior. They say women's tempers are the hardest to read, but this Dead Bird Man's temperament was just as unpredictable.
Perhaps because there were more campfires tonight, nothing unclean appeared. After a comfortable sleep, I woke up refreshed and continued on the journey with them the next day. This time we only walked for a few hours, but by the afternoon, we miraculously found ourselves back where we started!
Looking at the marks I had left behind, which were completely untouched, I didn't know whether to feel happy or frustrated. In any case, being lost felt terrible.
"White Two, I told you it wasn't a ghost wall!" the Evil Bird said to the slightly chubby man.
White Two set down his backpack, his round face showing no signs of concern as he calmly replied, "Even if it's not a ghost wall, we're still stuck here."
The Evil Bird didn't argue with White Two but instead asked another slimmer man, "Kong Quan, do you have rope in your bag? How long?"
Kong Quan—I still thought it was easier to remember him as Kong Guayan—seemed to have guessed the Evil Bird's intentions. With an expressionless face, he said, "No matter how much rope you have, it won't be long enough. Don't forget that it took us several hours to get back here."
After Kong Guayan's remark, the Evil Bird was momentarily speechless and finally managed to say, "So what do we do? We can't just stay in this lousy place forever; the mission..."
"Evil Bird." Before he could finish his sentence, Divine Hand called out to him lightly. It seemed that the Evil Bird finally realized what he had said and glanced at me. I felt wronged; it wasn't like I had a knife to his throat forcing him to talk! The Evil Bird then cheerfully suggested to Divine Hand, "How about we tie the rope around our waists and walk in different directions? We'll go as far as we can and hopefully find some clues."
I didn't want to waste too much time in this cursed place, so I shot a sideways glance at the Evil Bird and said, "Although I think this method is a bit unreliable, I'm willing to help you all try it out."
"What kind of trick are you trying to pull this time?" the Evil Bird looked at me suspiciously and asked.
I rolled my eyes at him and said, "I'm not here to waste time. I'm just one person, what can I do?"
"Sure." Before Evil Bird could say anything else, Divine Hand immediately agreed and looked at me, saying, "You will team up with Kong Quan, while White Two and Ouyang will form their own teams. Now, let's move."
"Divine Hand, what about me?" Evil Bird asked, looking a bit awkward.
"You?" Divine Hand glanced at him and said firmly, "Stay where you are."
Even though he was reluctant, Evil Bird complied, shooting me a fierce glare, clearly believing that my sudden involvement had cost him the chance to gather information.
I raised an eyebrow in schadenfreude and walked over to Kong Guayan. He had already taken out a rope from his bag. The rope wasn't thick but consisted of two strands twisted together. I asked, "Can this rope be untied?"
Kong Guayan nodded without speaking. I felt a bit foolish as I watched him skillfully untie the rope, putting half back in his bag and tying the other half around a tree trunk before preparing to scout ahead. Seeing this, I quickly grabbed my backpack from the ground and followed him.
The rope was quite long, measuring about one hundred meters. Combined, it reached over two hundred meters. Two hundred meters can feel long or short; in any case, we continued moving forward slowly without encountering anyone else or discovering any clues. The surroundings were nothing but trees, and the leaves were gradually turning yellow. In this dense forest, I felt a strong chill for the first time; even wearing a relatively thick jacket made me shiver.
"Should we head back?" I tentatively asked as the rope was no longer sufficient.
Kong Guayan had just nodded when he suddenly seemed to spot something and dropped the rope, running forward. I looked at the rope and then at him, ultimately sighing and following after him.
Kong Guayan only ran about five meters before stopping. I watched as he crouched down, perhaps having found some clue. I crouched beside him and was just about to ask what he had discovered when I noticed a pool of blood on the dry leaves.
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