Just as Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo were considering that Gu Xuan might not be able to enter, Gu Xuan suddenly viciously kicked the weakest corner of the iron gate.
The iron gate instantly made a thunderous rumbling sound.
“What are you doing?” Wu Mabo exclaimed, “What if you wake up the people inside the construction site!?”
While forcefully kicking, Gu Xuan sneered, “Even better. Someone will come to open the door then. I can pay to get us in. No one dislikes money. As long as I have money, I can go anywhere.”
Wu Mabo took a sharp breath, looking at Gu Xuan in disbelief. He didn’t expect Gu Xuan’s mindset to be like this.
Tong Xiaosong furrowed his brows, sensing that something was off. “With such a commotion, why hasn’t anyone come out from the construction site? Don’t the workers live inside?”
Wu Mabo paused, “Yeah, why hasn’t anyone come out?”
With a bang, Gu Xuan kicked open a corner of the iron gate, creating a gap large enough for an adult to easily slip through.
Gu Xuan looked up at Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo, smiled maliciously, and pointed at Tong Xiaosong. “You go in first.”
Tong Xiaosong:…
He was somewhat skeptical—was the Gu Xuan helping him with farm work the same person as this chaotic and malicious Gu Xuan now?
It was really hard to connect the two.
Could it be that Gu Xuan really had a split personality?
Otherwise, it was truly inexplicable and incomprehensible.
At this moment, Wu Mabo patted Tong Xiaosong on the shoulder, gave Gu Xuan a stern look, and said, “I’ll go in first.”
Saying that, Wu Mabo smoothly slipped inside.
Wu Mabo: “Huh? It seems like the workers haven’t slept yet. No, huh? What the hell…”
His tone sounded as if he had witnessed something unimaginable.
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Gu Xuan hurriedly asked, “What did you see?”
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Tong Xiaosong moved two steps to the side and saw what Wu Mabo found astonishing.
A large lamp was lit on the central crane at the construction site.
Contrary to their expectations, the workers on the construction site weren’t sleeping; instead, they stood in two rows around the large lamp.
Due to the distance, it was a bit hard to see clearly, but what was noticeable was that these people had neat attire, wore safety helmets, and looked solemn, as if preparing for something.
With such a commotion, none of them turned their heads, appearing as if they were participating in some weird ceremony.
In the dead of night, the scene seemed inexplicably eerie.
Gu Xuan also entered, staring at the workers on the construction site. He squinted his eyes and then walked boldly towards them.
Tong Xiaosong and Wu Mabo snapped back to reality and followed Gu Xuan.
Approaching them, their fear intensified.
These workers stood there with wide-open eyes, like statues, their faces adorned with an eerie and festive smile, but their eyes were hollow, sending a chilling sensation.
After observing for a while, those people hadn’t blinked once.
The workers seemed to have turned into living dead, standing in two rows, a sight that sent shivers down the spine and chilled the heart.
Wu Mabo reached out and touched one of the workers. The person abruptly turned his head with the same unchanging festive expression, and the empty eyes showed no sign of life.
Tong Xiaosong noticed that the person’s hand moved, seemingly about to reach out and grab Wu Mabo.
For some reason, he had a premonition. If this worker managed to grab Wu Mabo, would he end up like Wen Dong and Ke Lin?
Almost instinctively, he yanked Wu Mabo away.
Wu Mabo asked, “What’s wrong?”
At the same time, the worker also moved, raising his hand to grab Wu Mabo’s original position. Since it was empty, when he retracted his hand, he caught a nearby colleague, stiffly giving a forceful toss. The colleague landed in the middle of the aisle between the two rows of people.
An empty space was created, and like building blocks, the other workers moved stiffly and mechanically, filling the gap.
Wu Mabo was dumbfounded, “What the hell?”
The worker on the aisle blinked his eyes as if awakening.
He looked around, shouted in fear, and then tried to rush out of the aisle but was blocked by his colleagues. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free and could only run along the aisle.
At this moment, drumbeats emerged from somewhere.
Accompanying the drums were waves of wails, not from one or two individuals, but from many, countless cries and sighs, as if numerous people were floating in suffering, grievances flourishing, yet unable to resist.
The workers on the aisle halted, looking back in fear and confusion.
Gu Xuan, startled, took a few steps back to Wu Mabo’s side, seemingly inadvertently positioning himself behind Wu Mabo.
Tong Xiaosong turned his head and glanced. He had a feeling that Gu Xuan might push Wu Mabo out of the way in case of danger. He pulled Wu Mabo and shifted a couple of steps to the side.
Wu Mabo, unaware of these undercurrents, squinted in fear, murmuring, “Why does it seem like many people are approaching?”
Without Wu Mabo’s words, Tong Xiaosong and Gu Xuan also heard the uneven footsteps.
In addition to the footsteps, there were gasps, sighs, and sobbing, an indistinct cacophony of chaos and despair.
These sounds didn’t seem to come from normal people. If one were to make a comparison, it was more like the hopeless lament of dying individuals, their last breath dissipating along with the sighs in this world.
A faint mist had filled the surroundings at some point, making everything appear somewhat unclear, like an illusion or a dream.
As those figures approached, they realized that the beings coming down the aisle couldn’t quite be considered human…
Tong Xiaosong gasped and instinctively gripped Wu Mabo’s clothes tightly.
Even Wu Mabo was startled, taking a couple of steps backward involuntarily.
In the distance, a group of strangely postured, ragged figures were making their way down the aisle.
They tiptoed like reptiles, exuding despair and deathly air. Their limbs moved stiffly, seemingly aimless yet capable of devouring everything.
These humanoid entities were reeking of decay and blood, emitting an indescribable foul odor. Dark purple liquid dripped from severed limbs and scattered body parts, falling rhythmically to the ground.
What was most terrifying was the eyes of these entities—they stared wide-eyed as if searching for something, filled with the aura of death and despair. They seemed ready to drag anything into their world at any moment.
“Ghost… ghosts!” A worker on the aisle screamed in terror.
He had now noticed Tong Xiaosong and the others beyond the aisle. He rushed towards the human wall formed by his colleagues, desperately struggling to break free, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the wall composed of their bodies.
He cried out in fear, “Save me! Help me!”
Wu Mabo stepped forward, intending to pull the worker out. However, after taking just a couple of steps, the workers forming the wall in front turned around with eerie expressions and hollow gazes. It seemed as if they were waiting for Wu Mabo to approach, ready to pull him forcibly, and he would meet the same fate as the worker on the aisle.
Wu Mabo hesitated and dared not go any further. It wasn’t that he was timid, but rather, he was worried that he might end up sacrificing himself without saving the worker.
Seeing Wu Mabo retreat, the worker became even more desperate, “Please! Save me! Help me!”
Soon, the group of humanoid figures, almost inhuman, arrived at the aisle where they were standing.
These entities seemed to have noticed the workers on the aisle. They accelerated their pace, emitting eerie and chaotic sounds.
When they reached the workers, they didn’t do anything to them. Instead, they continued to move forward stiffly, engulfing the terrified workers into their procession uncontrollably.
The workers, like drowning individuals unable to swim, stretched their arms toward life with longing, only to be submerged repeatedly.
They approached with a fierce momentum, and their end was almost indiscernible, radiating overwhelming resentment and deathly aura.
This is getting creepier and creepier! Will ghost gong come save tongtong and his friends ><
Dang…