The forest was shrouded in shadow, yet outside, everything remained normal, still as bright as before, unaffected. It seemed that the only problem was with this particular forest.
Engulfed in darkness, the woods now appeared exceptionally sinister.
The cold wind blowing through the trees rustled the leaves, producing a shushing sound. Shadows loomed uncertainly, as if figures hid in the dark, and faint footsteps could be heard, stepping on the fallen leaves, drawing nearer.
In the forest, unbeknownst to everyone, something had appeared.
There could be no mistake about this feeling.
Something incomprehensibly eerie had indeed slipped into the forest.
Because at this moment, no one was moving about rashly—all were standing still; the noise couldn't have been them.
"The ghost is near."
At this moment, the man holding the pistol, named Zhou Lin, had replaced a teammate who had died. By his qualifications, he shouldn't have been able to easily obtain this pistol.
