Horror Ailao Mountain

Deep in the mist, Ailao Mountain uses silence as a blade to cut through the abyss of human nature. The ancient road under the rotten leaves winds like a giant python, and every step crushes the sighs of wronged souls from a hundred years ago; the miasma in the mist is wrapped in strange sounds, and countless pairs of eyes seem to be peeping in the whirling shadows of the trees. Every gust of wind here carries the sweet smell of humus, and every rock is soaked in an unsolved curse. When the expedition team's flare pierced the darkness, what was illuminated was the pale face reflected in the pupils of their companions, which did not belong to the world - they finally understood that this mountain never lacks sacrifices, only waiting for the lost to knock on the door knocker of death. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.