This place was originally an ancient battlefield. It’s said that many people died here in the past. Now, with thick fog shrouding the area and the communicator inexplicably losing contact with the outside world, how could anyone not feel creeped out?

Some people screamed out of fear.

“We haven’t even seen it clearly yet, what are you screaming for? What’s so scary about it!” William Carter shouted.

He and Henry Clark walked over together, and in the haze, they saw a dark shadow hanging in midair, very blurry, obscured by the mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

“Ah!”

The person from earlier screamed again. He was the closest to the shadow in midair, directly beneath it. He lost control, fell to the ground on his butt, and scrambled away, rolling and crawling as if he had been terrified out of his wits.

“Blood, blood! I saw him!”

His legs had been stiff before, but now, after this intense shock, he could finally move. He crawled away, fleeing from the spot.

“Oh my god, there’s blood on your face!”

The two people not far from him saw the blood on his face and were also gripped by fear. This place was so bizarre that their scalps tingled as if they were about to split open.

“It’s not mine, it’s from there, it’s dripping from him!” The overly frightened man’s face was full of terror as he pointed up at the figure in midair.

“There really is a bloody smell!” Henry Clark whispered.

William Carter rushed over in a few big steps and saw the shadow hanging in midair. It looked like a person was suspended there, pitch black, with blood dripping down.

“A vengeful ghost, there’s a vengeful ghost hanging in the air!”

The man who had been severely frightened shouted in terror. He got up and ran straight for the train car, and the other two followed him in escape.

Fat Henry felt a chill run down his back. He braced himself and came up close to William Carter, not running away with the others—he actually had some guts.

“Someone really died here. Was this a murder?” Henry Clark looked up.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and the shadow in midair was swaying in the wind. It was a corpse, still dripping blood.

“How could he be hanging in midair?” William Carter felt a chill. Even though he was brave, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of cold at this sight.

“Yeah, there’s still some distance from the trees here. How is he suspended in midair?!” Henry Clark widened his eyes, then stumbled backward, clearly unnerved.

The people on the train heard their conversation and became even more frightened. There were terrified screams from women and weak sobbing, a scene of panic.

“A vengeful ghost… there’s a vengeful ghost hanging in the air!” The young man who had first run back onto the train was pale, muttering to himself, especially with blood still dripping on his face, making him look ghastly.

He made the atmosphere of fear on the train even worse!

The train was stopped in the mountains, a place where many had died before. Now, with thick fog everywhere and such a strange scene, how could people not panic?

“Don’t be afraid, it’s just a corpse, there’s no vengeful ghost!” William Carter spoke loudly, trying to calm everyone down.

Henry Clark also steadied himself, because nothing dangerous had happened while standing here. He grew a bit bolder and shouted, “If he keeps screaming and scaring people, just throw him off the train.”

In truth, both William Carter and Henry Clark felt uneasy inside.

Because the corpse hanging in midair had very long and thick hair, covering the entire face, swaying in the wind—a truly chilling sight.

“A few strong guys, come down with us. Let’s get him down and see how he died. It’s just a corpse, what’s there to be afraid of?” Henry Clark called out.

Actually, he was scared himself, and calling more people down was just to bolster his courage.

Seeing the two of them so calm and unafraid, the others also felt more at ease and less terrified.

Before long, a few tall and sturdy young men really did get off the train, standing together with the two, examining the mysterious shadow hanging in midair.

William Carter climbed onto the roof of the train, where he could see more clearly. Also, if they wanted to get the corpse down, this was the only place where they could barely reach.

Once he stood there, William Carter’s heart skipped a beat, because the person’s clothing and attire were completely out of place with modern times—he looked just like someone from ancient times!

With that thick, long hair covering the head, it looked even more horrifying.

Could something supernatural really be happening? He felt a bit uneasy.

Henry Clark climbed up after him. Although he was chubby, he was actually quite fit and didn’t seem clumsy at all—he got up in just a few moves.

The strong young men behind them, seeing this, grew bolder. With more people together, they felt less afraid and climbed up one after another.

“Is this… a movie shoot? What is he wearing?!” Fat Henry got a good look at the person and was so startled he almost cursed.

“He… who is he? Why is he dressed like that?!” a young man said, looking uneasy.

“Why do I feel like he’s an ancient person? Could he have been buried under this battlefield? How is he hanging in midair?” another said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone on the roof felt a chill, as if a layer of cold had settled over them. The whole area seemed to grow colder.

“What’s on him… is that an iron chain? How is it hanging down from so high up? That shouldn’t be possible!”