At this moment, a sudden gust of wind arose in the desert, swirling around the camp and swaying the flames of the bonfire back and forth. The sound of the wind passed behind them, unbelievably resembling the sobbing of a resentful woman.
"What's going on?" Cheng Luo was about to cry, her heart, which had just calmed down, was now in panic again, as she clung tightly to Tianmiao's side.
The sound of the wind grew louder, and the sobbing seemed even more apparent.
Everyone shuddered, feeling their hair stand on end, and turned their heads slowly to look around. There was nothing but their own shadows dancing chaotically.
"Tianmiao, I'm so scared," Cheng Luo said with a sobbing voice.
"Don't be afraid," Tianmiao gently patted Cheng Luo's shoulder.
Que Qiu frowned, his expression largely unchanged.
Zhou Qiang suddenly fell to the ground, his face full of terror, stammering, "There… there really are eleven… shadows! Help! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!!"
