Gao Hong heard the cries for help behind him and increased his pace, running forward. The darkness, darker than the night itself, was closing in on him. No matter how desperately he ran, he couldn't increase the distance even by a little.
Just as he was about to be swallowed by the darkness, he shouted loudly, "I can help you find them."
He knew that ghosts and monsters were unreasonable most of the time, and good at deceiving people. He had no choice but to use this method to buy some time. The darkness stopped in front of him, and a figure slowly emerged from within.
"You only need to do one thing for me," the village chief said. His eyes were filled with black veins, and his dry, wrinkled skin twisted into a grotesque expression.
"W-what thing?" Gao Hong asked instinctively.
In response, a stiff hand, as if made from a dead tree, reached out. Blood-red liquid surged toward his eyes, and Gao Hong's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.