"Run!" Imam Musa shouted, turning around and running, while Yang Xiao had already run over ten meters and was still accelerating.
The paper boat placed into the lake brought back a boatload of ghosts, which no one had expected. Everyone ran frantically, cursing their parents for not giving them extra legs.
"Don't run randomly, don't... don't scatter!" Adila's voice rang out, but as the Ghost Ship appeared, the scene was completely out of control.
By the time Yang Xiao had run a few hundred meters and looked back, there were no silhouettes behind him, only a messy forest shrouded in mist.
Faint rustling sounds came from afar, possibly teammates who had scattered while running, but it couldn't be ruled out that it was the ghosts following them. Yang Xiao didn't dare to gamble.
This batch of teammates was just barely competent. Even though they were scattered, no one shouted for a meeting.
After all, no one knew if what came to meet them would be a person or some ghostly thing.
