Although dawn was approaching, the sky was still pitch black, especially with the rare heavy fog enveloping the mountain forest, making everything invisible in a sea of white.
This atmosphere alone was enough to make people nervous. Suddenly, a young man let out a loud scream, which at this moment made everyone's already taut nerves almost unable to bear it.
"Ah..."
A few people who had come outside the carriage were among them; two were so frightened they fell back, nearly sitting on the ground, and couldn't help but scream in fear.
"What are you yelling for, trying to scare us to death?!" Zhou Quan glared angrily; he was also quite scared, his neck hair standing on end.
"What did you see?" Chu Feng asked. He walked alongside Zhou Quan, maintaining a small distance from the others. Due to the dense fog, one could not see beyond a few meters.
"Giggle... giggle..." The man's teeth chattered, his lips trembling as he pointed into the air. His legs wouldn't obey him, wanting to retreat but frozen in place.
"There's a dark shadow there, I saw it!"
"What is it?"
The two previously frightened individuals also looked up now, their voices quivering, stumbling backward quickly, shaking all over with terror.
At that moment, tranquility within the carriage was shattered. People heard the commotion outside, and some women immediately screamed, causing chaos.
This place was an ancient battlefield where many had died in the past. Now shrouded in thick fog, and with communication devices inexplicably losing contact with the outside world, how could it not be eerie?
Some people screamed due to fear.
"You haven't even seen clearly, what are you shouting about? What's so scary!" Chu Feng shouted.
He and Zhou Quan approached together, vaguely seeing a dark shadow hanging in mid-air, very blurry and obscured by the mist, unclear to discern.
"Ah!"
The first man screamed again. Being closest to the shadow in the air, right below it, he lost control and sat down hard on the ground, rolling and crawling away as if struck by the most terrifying fright.
"Blood, blood! I saw it!"
His legs had been stiff earlier, but under intense shock, he finally managed to move, crawling away.
"Oh my God, there's blood on your face!"
The other two nearby saw blood on his face and followed suit, feeling terrified. This extremely bizarre scene made their scalps feel like they would split open.
"It's not mine, it's there, dripping from him!" The overly shocked man's face was filled with horror, pointing to the air.
"There really is the smell of blood!" Zhou Quan whispered.
Chu Feng rushed over in a few strides, seeing the dark shape hanging in the air, looking like someone suspended there, dark and bleeding.
"A vengeful ghost, a vengeful ghost hanging in the air!"
The severely frightened individual shouted in utter dread, scrambling to his feet and rushing towards the carriage, followed by the other two.
Zhou (the fat guy) felt cold sweat trickling down his back. He mustered courage and came closer to Chu Feng, choosing not to flee, showing some bravery.
"Is it true someone has died here? Is it murder?" Zhou Quan looked up.
There was a pool of blood on the ground, and the shadow in the air hung there swaying with the wind, clearly a corpse, still dripping blood.
"How can someone be hanging in mid-air?" Chu Feng felt a chill despite his usual bravery, sensing waves of coldness in this situation.
"Yeah, we're quite far from any trees, how could he be hanging in the air?" Zhou Quan widened his eyes, stepping backward in fear.
The passengers hearing their conversation grew even more terrified, with women screaming in panic and some weak ones crying, creating a scene of chaos.
"A vengeful ghost... a vengeful ghost hanging in the air!" The young man who fled first onto the train muttered, pale-faced, especially since blood had dripped onto his face, making him look ghastly.
His presence worsened the fear inside the carriage!
The train stopped in the mountains, a place where many had died. With the current thick fog and such strangeness, how could anyone not be alarmed?
"Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse, no vengeful ghosts!" Chu Feng said loudly, trying to calm everyone down.
Zhou Quan also calmed himself, feeling somewhat braver standing there without immediate danger. "If anyone panics or scares others, throw them off."
In truth, Chu Feng and Zhou Quan also felt uncertain inside.
Because the hanging corpse had long, thick hair covering its entire face, swinging in the wind, creating a truly spine-chilling scene.
"Come down, strong lads, let's bring him down and see how he died. It's just a corpse, nothing to be scared of." Zhou Quan called out.
Actually, he was scared too, calling for more people to join him for courage.
Seeing the two so calm, others also gradually calmed down, feeling less terrified.
Shortly after, several tall and sturdy young men got off the train, joining them to examine the mysterious shadow hanging in the air.
Chu Feng climbed onto the roof of the carriage for a clearer view and to reach the body.
Upon reaching there, Chu Feng's heart sank because the person's attire seemed completely out of place with modern times, looking like someone from ancient times!
Coupled with the thick, long hair covering the head, it made the scene even more horrifying.
Could something supernatural be happening? He felt apprehensive.
Zhou Quan also climbed up, surprisingly agile for his size, quickly joining Chu Feng.
Seeing them, the others gained courage, believing there was safety in numbers, and followed.
"Is this... filming? What is he wearing? !" Zhou (the fat guy) exclaimed upon seeing the person.
"He... who is he, dressed like that?" A young man looked unnerved.
"I think it's an ancient person, maybe buried under this battlefield, but how did he end up hanging in the air?" Another person added.
These words sent chills through the group, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
"Are those... chains? How could they be hanging from high above, this shouldn't be possible!"
Zhou couldn't stay calm anymore, pulling Chu Feng aside whispering, "Brother, we can't handle this, let's leave before anything worse happens!"
The fog was too thick to see anything clearly.
Hanging in the air, shadows hinted at thick chains suspending the body, sending shivers down their spines, resembling a scene from hellish torment.
When Zhou spoke, the others' faces changed, turning to jump off the train, feeling increasingly uneasy.
"It's fine, it's vines, not chains," Chu Feng reassured them.
"These mountain vines, how did they grow here?" Zhou examined closely, noticing leaf-like objects on what seemed like chains.
"They do seem like vines," someone nodded, relieved.
"Maybe he fell from the mountain, these actors sure go to extremes, risking their lives," a tall youth shook his head.
Chu Feng took off his shirt, using it to grab a vine, pulling it close.
"Ah..." Two people were startled.
"Brother, you're so brave, acting directly like that?" Zhou was surprised but quickly helped.
"Quick, lend a hand!" Zhou Quan called to others.
Reluctantly, they approached, unwilling to touch the dead body.
Chu Feng noticed an object while pulling the vine—a primitive yet astonishing short sword, jet-black, held tightly by the corpse.
They untangled the vines and lowered the body.
"There's a sword too?" Everyone was surprised.
Chu Feng opened the hand holding the black metal short sword, finding it unexpectedly heavy.
"Let me see," Zhou took it, almost dropping it, exclaiming, "Why is it so heavy?"
Others avoided touching the sword, focusing on examining the body.
"Let's lay him on the ground." Zhou handed the sword to Chu Feng and directed others to move the body.
Later, some passengers came out, gathering around the body, feeling horrified and puzzled.
It was a tall man dressed in clothes incompatible with the era, with a fatal wound—a gaping bloody hole in his chest.
"This looks like it was caused by a large weapon, cleanly severing the sternum, leaving a gruesome hole," someone murmured.
Too horrific for the women to witness.
"Why aren't you coming down?" Zhou Quan called to Chu Feng on the roof.
Chu Feng gestured for him to come up.
On the roof, Chu Feng pointed ahead.
"Hanging vines, how did they grow here, blocking the train passage?" Zhou wondered aloud.
"These don't seem like mountain vines. Yesterday when the train stopped, I saw the mountains were far from here, impossible for vines to hang like this," Chu Feng explained, looking up.
Zhou's eyes widened in disbelief, "Not vines, then what? Falling from the sky?!"
The fog was too thick to see anything.
Chu Feng, holding the black metal short sword, moved forward, suddenly stopping, his pupils contracting in extreme shock.
"Why did you stop?" Zhou asked, catching up.
Frozen in place, Zhou burst out in shock.
"Wasn't it this thing hitting the roof causing the violent shake last night?!" He couldn't believe his eyes, stunned like Chu Feng.
Entangled in vines, it hung from the roof.
Looking up, Zhou muttered, "Is this... a satellite, entangled in vines, falling from the sky?!"
He found it hard to accept.