PLIERS RING

51. Ghost Village

"In that case, it is not wrong anymore, we are in the world of Nawangsih.. Um, wrong, I mean the Other World!" Nanang.

"Brother Nanang, what do we do next? Can we go back?" Ask Intan. His tone was calm, but his heart was actually a bit restless.

Nervous, he stopped his car.

Because he did not recognize this path that was the path in the Other World.

"Brother Nanang, how about we just go back to where we were?" Intan gave me his idea.

"Brother, if we keep going forward, we're going to get lost, we better get back on our original path."

Intan's proposal was easily approved by Nanang. The idea still makes sense.

Nanang turned the car down the road trying to get back at the beginning they got lost.

But the strangeness happened, they returned to meet the banyan tree they had passed before, continued driving and finally ended up on the road that there was a banyan tree.

As Nanang began to despair from always being stuck on the same path, a red mist appeared blocking the view. It did not last long, until the fog itself disappeared.

As the fog disappeared, the scene ahead had completely changed.

Nanang and Intan knew, they were being toyed with by the higher demons here.

The scenery changed completely, the asphalt road had turned into a dirt road complete with small pebbles along the way.

It looks like a road that hasn't been paved.

"Brother, we can't just keep quiet. We have to keep going. If we don't die by ghosts then we'll starve to death if we stay lost here."

Nanang continued to drive by his car, before long, he saw from a distance a village.

"Keep speeding Brother, don't mind, we just have to keep moving to get out!" Kata Intan gave his spirit to Nanang even though he himself started to break out in cold sweat.

The car continues to drive on uneven roads, it is not comfortable to drive on uneven roads so that sometimes the car feels bounced, reflected, fortunately Bubun's car was driven by a safety seat that prevented them from jumping up and down from their seats.

The car continued to drive down the road which eventually led them into a village.

There were no power lines, the village only lit dimly with the flame of a torch lantern, but that was rare.

This village is like a dead village and there is no trace of life from the people unless the houses in this village are lit with a faint light that looks like light from a torch lantern or a spirtus lamp.

The light from the lantern fire was the only thing that made this creepy village seem a little lively.

Along the way, look at the houses.

There is something unique and strange about the house here.

There's no electricity.

There's no sound.

Each house is the same size.

Every house is made of straw.

If this was Tang City, it would be impossible for there to be such a poor house. After all Tang City was a tier 1 city whose poorest residents had houses of brick in cement.

This further convinced Nanang and Intan that they existed in the Other World.

The car kept on going and strangely the car couldn't get out of the village, just kept going around in circles.

"Intan, this is weird, it's like we never get out of this village. It's like we're just walking inside without being able to get out even if it keeps moving."

"Yes. Brother Nanang.. It's weird, but it's the truth."

The car broke down in the middle of the village.

Horrible figures one by one came out from inside the thatched house.

They're moving around their cars.

There are hundreds, maybe even thousands of them. Their looks are horrible and horrible!!