Zhou Fan, who was hiding, also secretly prayed that Qiao Yu and Yan Shuhang could compete for a while. If they hid for a longer time, the smaller the chances of being found.

The hidden forest seemed to be still, so hot that there was not even a trace of wind.

The sunshine coming in and the mottled and fine sun shadows cannot give this forest a trace of vitality, everything is dead.

Zhou Fan just stared at the distance, and the pine trees in the distance looked like ghosts, as if they were also looking at him.

The hidden forest brings him a sense of coldness every moment, and the forest seems to be alive at any time.

Time is passing by, and Zhou Fan is silently calculating time.

Soon half of the incense stick passed by.

Zhou Fan showed joy on his face. He had survived half of the incense stick, but Yang Xinmeng did not find him.

Of course, this does not mean that he is the last one. It is very likely that Qiao Yu or Yan Shuhang survived, or both of them survived.

Now he just needs to stand out and return to the burnt tree to know the result.

However, in order to avoid his calculation time incorrectly, he waited patiently for a while before standing up and heading towards Jiao Mu.

After walking for about ten feet, Zhou Fan stopped again. The excitement in his heart gradually faded because he did not feel Jiao Mu's call to him last time.

What is the problem?

Could it be that Jiao Mu no longer summoned him because the game was over?

He remembered almost all the things about the hidden forest. When there was only one person left, Jiao Mu should also call him. Only when he returned to Jiao Mu could he find the exit of the hidden forest.

This is what my family told him.

So what is the situation?

But no matter what happened, he had to go back to the burnt wood in the open space to take a look, otherwise he would probably die.

But this strange situation made Zhou Fan feel alert. As he walked step by step, he deliberately chose some routes that easily hide his body.

Zhou Fan quickly finished the road less than a hundred feet away. He looked at the visible clearings covered by the pine forest, bent down and moved slowly.

The clearings became clearer in his eyes.

Then he saw Yang Xinmeng standing in front of Jiao Mu with his feet hanging.

Zhou Fan showed a look of astonishment on his face. Why?

Hasn’t the half-incense stick passed long ago? Why is Yang Xinmeng still alive?

What did she do in front of Jiao Mu?

Zhou Fan felt that his head was a little painful, and there would be no mistakes. No matter how many times he played hide-and-seek, it was half a stick of incense.

Suddenly, Yang Xinmeng turned around, her eyes closed, her quiet face had already twisted, and her nose flapping and laughing: "You are back."

Zhou Fan lay among the weeds. He didn't dare to move anymore, let alone look at Yang Xinmeng again.

He was a little confused about why this changed.

"Qiao Yu, Yan Shuhang asked me to find me and was eaten by a ghost. Now we are the two of us left. I can't find you, but I know you will come back here."

"Come on... let's play hide and seek."

"You go quickly, I will find you soon."

Yang Xinmeng's voice spread in the forest, with waves of echoes.

Zhou Fan still didn't move. He knew that he would probably hear Yang Xinmeng's ears when he moved.

He was thinking crazy in his heart, why has time passed and Yang Xinmeng not died yet?

Yang Xinmeng floated quickly around the open space. She was searching for Zhou Fan's figure. She laughed sharply while floating: "You are nearby. I smell your breath. Even if you don't make any noise, I can find you."

"Escape quickly, let me find you, even if you want to escape, you can't escape."

Zhou Fan showed a trace of fear on his face. He knew that what Yang Xinmeng said made sense. Even if he didn't move, it would be a matter of time before Yang Xinmeng found him.

He was trapped in a dead end, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of stone, making him so nervous that he didn't even dare to vomit.

He could only bet, betting that he would not make any sound. Even if Yang Xinmeng was close, he would not know that he was here.

His whole body was like a stiff and cold stone, waiting for the arrival of fate. This waiting for no reason made him angry, and he felt that he had forgotten something very important.

But before he could remember that Yang Xinmeng was already hanging in front of him.

Zhou Fan just looked at her feet wearing animal leather boots, and had no intention of raising her head.

"I found you." Yang Xinmeng's voice was filled with a hint of emotion, "The game is finally over."

Zhou Fan sat up then. He looked at Yang Xinmeng with his eyes closed. For some reason, his fear in his heart was slightly reduced.

Yang Xinmeng opened her eyes. Her eyes were of normal pupil color and did not cast anything on Zhou Fan. The shadow under her feet was slowly trembling, as if she would pounce on her at any time.

"Aren't you afraid?" Yang Xinmeng's face was still twisted, her skin beating from time to time, pale and bloodless, but she still smiled, "I went to the original place to find you, but you were not there, otherwise it would have ended long ago."

"What I want to know more is why? Time has passed long ago, why haven't you died?" Zhou Fan asked slowly.

Yang Xinmeng's mouth made a strange and sharp laugh that was not like her, just like a monster laughing wildly: "Because the game is like this, and I have not broken the rules. If ten people come in, one person can go out alive, but you are nine people coming in."

"Nine people?" Zhou Fan looked at Yang Xinmeng in surprise. He understood a little, but couldn't believe it.

"This girl..." Yang Xinmeng pointed to himself, "Before coming in, I was sacrificed to me a day in advance. Your village doesn't want anyone to go back alive."

"Why do you do this?" Zhou Fan murmured to himself.

"I don't know this." Yang Xinmeng's body began to tear into both sides. Her body had a black nematode probe and hissing. Her little head bulged and swollen, and her bones were bent one by one, piercing out from her body.

She could no longer see the human appearance, and the shadow under her feet was still stretching.

"The rules of hide-and-seek are set by my mother, and that is my mother." Yang Xinmeng pointed at Jiao Mu with her finger, "She likes to watch people play hide-and-seek, and Heng is afraid of you."

"Since thirty years ago, your village adopted the method of offering one person in advance to prevent the remaining nine people from returning alive. This did not break the rules set by my mother, so we ignored it."

Zhou Fan suddenly understood why the villagers at the entrance of the forest looked so strange because they knew that Yang Xinmeng was no longer human, but she still had to stand behind the ghost.

"Maybe it's because of hatred." Zhou Fan sighed, "Only one out of ten people can go back alive. If the person who returns to the village does not die, he will eventually resent the village to push him into the forest. Instead of doing this, it would be better to die all."

"Why haven't you eaten me yet, but you've told me so much?" Zhou Fan looked up at Yang Xinmeng, who had become extremely terrifying, without any fear in his eyes.

"You are the last person, and it's very interesting, so I want to chat with you." Yang Xinmeng or the ghost in the forest smiled, but its head was cracked, and its gray brain was mixed with red blood and burst out of the hole. The smile seemed disgusting.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Yang Xinmeng felt the calm in Zhou Fan's eyes, and he asked in surprise.
Chapter completed!