Infinite Flow Cannon Fodder NPC Just Wants to Stay Alive Chapter 24

CHAPTER 45

Chapter 45: Dreamy Resort

Fu Yanghui immediately gestured to his companions to remain silent and stop in their tracks.

The sounds of the players vanished completely, while the peculiar rustling noise became even more pronounced, sharp enough to be unsettling despite its low volume.

The expression on the glasses-wearing player's face clearly showed his confusion: Who could be following them?

The female player silently mouthed, "Is it other players?"

There were only a few players who had agreed to accompany Fu Yanghui up the mountain, and they were all standing right here.

However, due to time constraints, they hadn't questioned every player, just those who were relatively close or familiar to them.

It was also possible that other players had sensed something was off about the mountain and had come to investigate the situation themselves or in groups.

But Chen Lehe shook his pale lips, his face extremely poor, as if haunted by terrifying images. He looked at Fu Yanghui with a puzzled expression and shook his head again.

Everyone understood the silent message he was trying to convey:

Chen Lehe had always walked at the back, and he could confirm that he hadn't seen any shadows following behind them just now.

The open space around them was clear and wouldn't lie.

Players couldn't just appear behind them out of thin air unless... the other party wasn't human.

The rustling noise continued, seeming like some creature moving through the trees and bushes, brushing against the grass and leaves.

As the group held their breath, the noise approached them but didn't choose to confront the players; instead, it "walked past" them.

There was no path beside them, only a tangle of weeds and chaotic branches, making it impossible for the players to see what was happening inside.

But it was clear that those "footsteps" sounded less like steps and more like something heavy being dragged along the ground, moving slowly yet resolutely.

Fu Yanghui and the others became even more convinced of their suspicions—that it definitely wasn't a player.

No player would abandon the main road on such a strange night to traverse a dark and unknown wilderness. 

The sound grew fainter and smaller until it completely disappeared from the players' perception.

In the players' view, there was only darkness from beginning to end.

The bespectacled man spoke with a tremor in his voice: "What... what was that? Why does this noise feel off?"

Fu Yanghui wiped his face, his expression complex: "Forget it. I don't think you'd want to know what that thing really is. Are we still going to check it out?"

"We're lucky it didn't come looking for us; let's not tempt fate."

Fu Yanghui turned his gaze to Sheng, the slender young man with white hair. His face was hidden beneath a white, patterned mask, making it impossible to see his expression.

Yet, it was clear that the terrifying scene from earlier hadn't frightened him at all.

Fu Yanghui watched Sheng, who was still staring in the direction that "thing" had gone, seemingly lost in thought, and gently called out to him.