Zhang Tong feels that he may not have the talent to tell horror stories.

At least after I finished telling the story about how this mandrill turned into a human and tricked and killed the travel companions who stayed at the mountain temple one by one, no one present showed any timid expression.

Even Zhuang Jia, the senior who was frightened by Feng Yu and went to Fan Long, had a blank look on her face, as if she was waiting for the horror story to come out.

"It's over?"

After a moment of silence, Feng Yu looked at Zhang Tong speechlessly.

Feeling the somewhat blank stares around him, Zhang Tong could only nod his head:

"It's over."

"Dahai, can't you do this? High school was in vain!"

As soon as Zhang Tong finished speaking, Feng Yu said with a look of hatred:

"When I was in high school, there were ten brothers in the dormitory who told ghost stories every night. Is there any one of them that is more exciting than yours?"

Zhang Tong smiled and said nothing, it's not like he didn't know how to tell horror stories.

But in order to let these simple college students plant a seed about mandrills in their hearts, he could only make up such a story temporarily.

"It doesn't look like it's working out well?"

Zhang Tong shook his head in his heart and did everything he could.

I just hope that if something happens, these college students can be smarter.

After chatting for a while, everyone's clothes were almost dry and they began to put their clothes on one after another.

The clothes are almost dry, which means that the firewood chopped from the incense table is almost done.

The mountain rain is cold and the nights are long. If there is no bonfire burning continuously, the weakest person will definitely fall ill.

Seeing that there was no more firewood next to the still burning bonfire, Fan Long, who tasted the sweetness, subconsciously looked towards the temple door.

It's a pity that the original temple door disappeared at some point, so it's impossible to break down the door to make firewood.

The door frame is still there, but it is firmly fixed into the wall. Even if you use a camping hand ax to hack it, it will probably be a thankless task.

Seeing this scene, Fan Long's face showed undisguised regret.

Then he suddenly took off his coat, stood up shirtless, and said to everyone:

"You guys wait here for a while, I'll go out and chop some firewood and come back."

"The bonfire is currently in full swing, and even the newly cut branches will definitely be able to light it. If it were any later, it might not be possible."

Zhang Tong looked at the burning bonfire and nodded. The facts were just as Fan Long said.

It's still too late to chop wood now, but if it's any later, you might get cold tonight.

Although his backpack contained a large amount of flammable materials, Zhang Tong did not feel that he should take them out.

This thing... is hard to explain.

So, Zhang Tong also quickly stood up, weighed the camping ax in his hand, and looked at Fan Long:

"Brother Long, how about I go with you?"

However, Fan Long laughed, grabbed Zhang Tong's camping hatchet, and showed off his muscles and the tattoos on his arms:

"I'm in better health than you, so I'll go."

"Besides, I'll just cut some branches nearby that I like and come back. I'm not going into the deep mountains and old forests. What can happen?"

Seeing Fan Long's persistence, Zhang Tong thought for a moment and didn't do anything to stop him. He just warned:

"Then please pay attention."

Fan Long waved the ax in his hand and imitated Guan Yunchang:

"When the hot water is boiling, someone will come as soon as you go!"

One sentence made everyone in the mountain temple smile, and Fan Long's figure disappeared into the dark sky outside the mountain temple.

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"Heat some hot water for the senior and wait until he comes back to warm himself up."

Seeing Fan Long disappear into the rainy night, Feng Yu quickly carried the stainless steel basin and ran to the door of the mountain temple and squatted down.

Thanks to the rain, he managed to clean his pots and pans, and his skillful movements made Zhang Tong wonder if he often went out for camping.

No matter what, it's always good to have some hot water to keep away the cold during the long night.

Looking at Feng Yu squatting at the door, Zhang Tong couldn't help but think in a wicked way, could this guy have brought some ginger?

"Senior? Why are you back so soon?"

At this moment, Feng Yu's voice suddenly sounded, his tone full of surprise.

"Huh? Senior is back?"

After changing into dry clothes in the tent, the two girls also got out of the tent. When they heard Feng Yu's voice, they subconsciously looked towards the door.

Sure enough, outside the mountain temple in the heavy rain, Fan Long's figure appeared there at some point.

Seeing that everyone noticed him, Fan Long grinned and limped in.

Fan Long sat down next to the campfire.

It seemed that the movement was too big. The moment he sat down, Fan Long grinned and took a breath of cold air.

"hiss!"

"You guys think I'm so unlucky, I sprained my foot just after I went out."

As he spoke, Fan Long pulled up his trousers, clearly exposing his swollen ankle to everyone.

"Senior, did you fall somewhere else?"

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Jia felt embarrassed and ran over quickly to greet Fan Long.

Fan Long shook his head with a stubborn smile on his face:

"It's okay, I just twisted my foot and can't chop wood anymore."

As he said that, Fan Long looked at Zhang Tong and Feng Yu, with angry and apologetic expressions on his face:

"I'm really sorry, it's so unlucky!"

"Nothing can be done to extinguish this bonfire. Either one of you will go out again?"

Feng Yu looked at Zhang Tong, who was fully armed, and then at his short sleeves, and shrugged:

"Okay, senior, you rest first and I'll go."

Seeing someone agreeing, Fan Long's eyes lit up, and with Zhuang Jia's help, he struggled to stand up:

"I'll go with you, otherwise you won't be able to find the axe."

Feng Yu thought for a moment, and without doubting that he was there, he walked over to Fan Long, intending to help Fan Long and let the two of them go out together.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Tong, who had been sitting by the fire, felt something was wrong.

From the moment Fan Long came in, Zhang Tong felt that Fan Long was awkward, but he couldn't tell what was awkward about him.

Therefore, Zhang Tong never answered, but silently observed Fan Long.

It wasn't until Fan Long was helped to his feet by Zhuang Jia, with his head lowered under the firelight and he showed a pale and strange smile, that Zhang Tong became more and more sure that his feeling was correct.

Something is wrong with this Fan Long!

Lowering his head slightly, using his extraordinary power, his black pupils instantly turned blood red. Zhang Tong decisively opened his yin and yang eyes and looked at Fan Long, who had his back turned to him at the moment.

A decayed and dilapidated world appeared in front of Zhang Tong's eyes. In this world, the person Zhuang Jia was pestering was not Fan Long, but a vague figure covered in black gas.
Chapter completed!