Lin Jie and Chen Hua looked down. There was indeed a pale hand on the ground grabbing Lin Fan's ankle, and something seemed to be coming out of the ground covered in dead leaves.
Lin Jie was also scared out of his wits. Chen Hua was the first to come back to his senses. He squatted down and removed the hand that was grabbing Lin Fan's ankle. Chen Hua could no longer remain calm. He held their hands and said, "Jie, Fan, don't be afraid. I'll bring you out."
Lin Fan cried non-stop as he was brought away.
Lin Jie gritted his teeth to hold back the fear and his face turned pale.
In the fog, they couldn't see anything in front of them.
Lin Fan seemed to be in pain. "Brother, I can't run anymore. I feel terrible. I feel like something is scratching me in my stomach. It hurts."
Chen Hua and Lin Jie stopped.
Tears streamed down Lin Jie's face.
