A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

Ch. 75

The air was filled with the smell of ice and snow, which was extremely cold and soothing. He was in no hurry to get out, but secretly saw the scenery outside—A forest.

It is a forest, its branches are bent because of the heavy snow, and from time to time snow falls from its branches and hits the snow. The ground was also thick with snow, and there was a row of footprints not far away, extending obliquely into the depths of the forest.

"It's not really Russian... You can't sit still."

There was not the slightest trace left in the snow, Akbar was not too surprised, but had a feeling of "as expected". But he did not budge, and he did not hold himself back tightly, he was still calm and independent, and he did not want to lose his temper even in the cold wind.

Just as he was about to stoop down to check the footprints, he suddenly heard a scream from the depths of the forest.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—."

His voice was clear and high-pitched, and his lung capacity was incredible. This was a young man full of vitality.

The snow was so deep that every step sank into the soft snow. Akbar tried to run fast. He could hear his rough breathing and pounding heartbeat, and cold air flowed into his lungs, which made his throat ache.

He quickly stopped due to a lack of energy, leaning against the huge tree to his breath. Breathing a little more calmly, at the same time, he heard a strange sound.

Akbar held his breath, covered his thumping chest, and walked cautiously towards the source of the sound. The sky was getting darker, the snow reflected the dazzling faint sunlight, and the dark trees were mixed together, making it impossible to see what was too far away.

"Stone ? What language is this from?."

The strong man stood about two meters tall, holding a large hammer in his hand, and blood dripped from the hammer. Bright red blood fell on the snow and melted into a billowing blood hole, which looked extremely shocking.

Akbar glanced quickly at the ground and saw what the strong man had just knocked.

That—mayat ?! Men !?

A young man with a grey hood lay alone in the open snow. The entire upper body of the man was covered in blood. The place above the neck where the head was supposed to be was gone, and only a vague lump of flesh and blood, mixed with the brain and bone fragments, were sticky on the ground.

Akbar resisted the urge to vomit, and there was only one word left in his heart!

Run!!

In Akbar's head there was a red alarm indicating the danger of death. He quickly rose from the snow, but heard the strong man let out a "click, click, click" sound from his throat.

Then, step towards him!

Akbar instinctively turned around and ran. The fear turned into a piercing coldness that made his back hurt. In order to reduce the resistance, he stepped on the previous trail with each step. In a hurry to escape, he quickly lost his way, the footprints when he came had disappeared, his legs had started to sink into the snow, and his running speed had become slower and slower!