Bonus 3 Part 1

Sheng Lingyuan blew open a gap in the surrounding fog, about three or four meters wide, just enough for their group to pass through.

The wind flipped out from his palm, blowing to both sides, and the surging white mist was forced back and forth, constantly surging towards the middle. The mist that kept churning seemed to be fixed in place, and walking through it was like passing through two white walls that couldn't be seen through at a glance.

As they entered the South Half Park where Wang Ze and the others had disappeared, the fog became thicker and thicker.

At first, they could still make out the rough outlines of the entertainment facilities on both sides, but later on, the white mist became so thick that it almost became solid, making people unable to resist the urge to touch it and see if it was hard.

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan felt that something was missing around him. The atmosphere was strange.

He paused for a moment before realizing that Xuan Ji, the level-ten skilled tongue twister who never stopped cracking sunflower seeds, had not said a word for five minutes.

He couldn't help but glance at Xuan Ji.

Xuan Ji had been walking beside him, habitually lagging half a step behind. But now, he had somehow passed him and was walking ahead with his hands in his coat pockets, his shoulders tense.

Xiao Zheng was not a talkative person and only spoke when necessary. The other rescue team members were also quite reserved.

With Xuan Ji's sudden silence, the whole world seemed to fall silent, except for the ominous "rustling" sound in the mist, which made people's hearts tremble with fear.

Suddenly, a strange thought popped into Sheng Lingyuan's mind.

He caught up with Xuan Ji and whispered in a low voice, "Are you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xuan Ji heard something and quickly elbowed Sheng Lingyuan behind him. At the same time, a burst of fire flew out of his pocket like a shooting star and rushed into the thick fog on their left.

The fire opened a crack in the fog, and a shadow darted through it!

The rescue team followed him and turned left together, then retreated to the right in unison.

The one who retreated the most ended up at the edge of the "fog wall". Before he could stand firm, he felt a cool breeze sweep across the back of his neck.

The rescue team member turned around abruptly and saw a cold, slippery thing extending towards his neck - it was a tongue!

"What the hell!"

"What is this"

Young Master Xiao said calmly, "Stay calm, it's just an illusion!"

"It's not an illusion, Director. It's drooling!"

"Quick, put your collar up!"

The search and rescue team members were all jumping around like they had stepped on an electric field, except for Sheng Lingyuan who remained as steady as a rock.

Earlier, he had been pushed behind by Xuan Ji in a moment of panic, and his hand had slid down Xuan Ji's arm and into his palm, where he felt cold sweat.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but laugh when he realized what had happened.

He bit Xuan Ji's ear and finished his sentence, "Are you scared?"

Xuan Ji had traveled far and wide, unafraid of monsters big and small, but he was afraid of ghosts.

Yes, the owner of the Chiyuan fire, the most powerful and evil-warding divine bird in the world, was afraid of ghosts... even though he knew there were no such things in the world.

When Xuan Ji first started college, he joined the first club he came across, which happened to be the "Mysterious Folklore Research Group."

Having just crawled out of the underworld, he was completely lost in the rapidly changing outside world. He didn't know what anyone was doing or saying, but when he saw the talisman on the club's poster, despite its poorly drawn image, it looked familiar to him.

So, he stumbled his way into the club. He thought he could teach the younger members how to draw talismans, but he soon discovered that it was a group of paranormal enthusiasts.

These mischievous kids spent their days and nights either watching horror movies or visiting famous haunted houses to take pictures. Every now and then, they would organize activities like playing with a 'disc spirit' or a 'pen spirit', and the school didn't seem to care!

Xuan Ji had defeated demon kings and fought against monsters, thinking he could conquer anything within the three realms.

But he was defeated by something as simple as a "ghost," a product of human imagination that was even more vast than the sky and sea - the great power of human creativity.

When he first emerged from the Chiyuan, his mental state was already unstable.

He had participated in two 'mysterious folk customs' research activities and almost became the first Vermilion Bird in history which went crazy from fear.

From then on, he developed a habit of "loving to watch what he fears."

However, his clan had always been a proud one and he could not admit to such embarrassing behavior in front of his beloved.

"I'm not afraid of anything. What is there to be afraid of?" Xuan Ji pulled his hand away awkwardly while pretending to be nonchalant. "Haunted houses are all the same - someone suddenly screams in your ear, reaches out to grab your feet, and it's fun at first but gets boring after a while...yikes!"

As this 'haunted house expert' finished speaking, his voice suddenly rose three octaves.

Suddenly, a pile of icy white bone claws appeared on the ground, "clacking" as they reached out to grab everyone's ankles.

At the same time, a thunderous scream erupted from the thick fog.

Xuan Ji jumped up and down frantically, the family crest on his forehead now visible. He grabbed Sheng Lingyuan with his other hand - he was like a small animal that instinctively tucked his vulnerable parts away at the first sign of danger.

This 'vulnerable' part lowered his head and had his hand crushed, finding great amusement in it.

He laughed with a particularly malicious intent, "Don't think about anything unnecessary in this nightmare formation. Whatever you fear, it will come to you."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't say anything, but as soon as the words fell, the temperature suddenly dropped by five or six degrees.

Then, a mixture of disinfectant and rotting smell filled the air, and the sound of 'rustling' echoed in the thick fog. It sounded like snakes slithering on the ground, or like old clothes rubbing against each other.

The footsteps, near and far, were chaotic, and the surrounding light flickered on and off!

It seemed that some of the search and rescue team members had an impressive amount of experience with horror movies.

Xuan Ji had no interest in discussing these things with his 'fellow enthusiasts' and immediately became angry, "Stop thinking about it!"

The more you try to stop people from imagining things, the more powerful their imaginations become.

Xiao Zheng kicked away a zombie head that had been biting people's feet everywhere, and he couldn't help but suspect that the Emperor did it on purpose.

Suddenly, a few drops of cold liquid fell on Xiao Zheng's body.

He instinctively wiped it off with his hand, but before he could see clearly, a rescue team member next to him pointed at him and shouted, "Blood! Blood!"

Everyone looked up at the same time and saw a head slowly appearing above them, floating in the air like a hot air balloon, with a string of steaming entrails hanging from its neck. It was the classic image of the Southeast Asian legend of the 'flying head descent.'

Xuan Ji exclaimed, "Are you guys crazy? You can think about it, but why describe it so vividly?"

"In the middle of winter, isn't he cold?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at him in amazement.

Even if it was December, he could understand not wearing clothes, but not even wearing skin?

What kind of martial art could make him withstand the cold like this?

One of the rescue team members was on the verge of tears, trembling as he said, "But Southeast Asia isn't supposed to be cold!"

Flying Head laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and suddenly swooped down.

"Quick, protect your heads!" shouted Xuan Ji.

The rescue team members ducked and scrambled in all directions, accidentally leaving the protective circle of Sheng Lingyuan.