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Ailao Mountain loomed ominously, its depths shrouded in an eerie silence. I switched on my powerful flashlight. The white beam sliced through the mist, illuminating barely two meters ahead; beyond that lay a thick, gray void.
The path grew increasingly muddy, each step accompanied by a nauseating squelch, as if I were treading upon decaying corpses. Strange sounds echoed from the woods, suggesting something lurked in the shadows, watching me.
"Damn this weather."
I felt an inexplicable irritation rise within me and kicked a stone by the roadside, glancing around at my surroundings.
I pressed on, my steps heavy. The mud clung to my shoes, each lift feeling like a struggle against the earth itself. As I ventured deeper into Ailao Mountain, the trees towered higher, their branches intertwining like strange tentacles swaying gently in the mist, seemingly poised to ensnare me.
Not long after, a sudden roar of rushing water reached my ears, and at the end of my line of sight appeared a swollen stream. The water churned murkily, carrying silt and debris as it cascaded downward.
I halted and raised my flashlight to assess the depth and speed of the stream. It was clear that a recent downpour had transformed the once tranquil creek into a raging torrent. I quickly weighed my options.
"Cross the river? Or look for a way around?"
I began searching along the stream's path. The flashlight beam swept across every inch of ground, seeking any possible markers or natural bridges. As I delved deeper, the trees became sparser, and the sound of rushing water grew sharper and more jarring.
Yet the fog thickened further, mingling with an odd scent—something metallic and reminiscent of decay. My heart raced as I became acutely aware of my surroundings, gripping my Climbing Knife tightly.
At that moment, my GPS emitted a piercing sound. I quickly glanced down at the device; the navigation map flickered erratically on the screen, with the signal indicator blinking like a candle flame about to extinguish.
Suddenly, all signals vanished completely; every electronic device ceased to function. A wave of suffocating dread washed over me. The roar of the stream echoed in my ears as if urging me to flee, hinting that something was about to awaken from deep within the mist...
The depths of Ailao Mountain felt like a forgotten wasteland; the air grew heavier around me. My gaze swept across the ground like that of a hawk searching for any valuable clues.
However, since stepping into this forest, I felt trapped in a vast labyrinth where everything became increasingly strange and unfamiliar.
"Footprints!"
I hurried over and crouched down; the beam of my flashlight illuminated the ground—there lay a series of shoe prints, clearly marked in the mud with varying depths.
But strangely, these Footprints suddenly disappeared, as if the people walking there evaporated in an instant, dissipating directly into the air, leaving no trace of continuing to move forward. I raised my head and looked around, only to see the twisted and deformed trees like souls struggling in pain, with branches bent at incredible angles. There was a giant tree not far away. The trunk of the tree was twisted into a strange human figure, as if some force had forcibly integrated a person into the trunk. "How could this happen..." I frowned and looked up. "Can people disappear out of thin air?"
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