365 Days On A Remote Island With A Lady Painter
Little Panic

The bulging large stone was also not very tall. I immediately jumped up and landed down smoothly. Then, I reached out to bring Bell down.

Up ahead, there was a forest filled with dense leaves that even, the sunlight was blocked.

We walked into the forest.

Inside the forest was very quiet and the air was humid.

The fog also covered the place..

The existence of the fog makes it difficult for Bell and Bell to look ahead. The distance visible to our eyes was only about 10 meters.

Suddenly.

In front is a shadow!

The shadow stood under the tree and did not move.

The sky started to darken and the view of the forest where the invisible sky was also starting to blur. From a distance of approximately 10 meters there are still thin fogs that make us unable to see clearly the shadow in front is a man or woman, or even not a human.

Aye! That person may not be human!

Thinking about this, I was a little surprised. Could it be that the person standing there was a wooden man?

While thinking about this, I walked closer to it. And after getting close, it was completely unexpected. The shadow of that person was indeed a wooden man…

A broken wooden man and standing alone under a tree. His feet were buried in the ground, his body full of moss and bird droppings.

He looked at the distance as if he was waiting for something.

I walked over and saw this wooden human face also wearing a bronze mask. After the mask was opened, inside it was already destroyed, there was a blank indentation on the brow and there was nothing else but that.

The tree that was next door, it turned out to be growing from this wooden human body. The tree branch made the inside of the wooden man become damaged and only an empty shell remained.

“This wooden man...” I raised my eyebrows, “What happened to this wooden man?”

“No idea.” Bell shook his head and spoke as he pointed towards the ground, “It looks like here is the grave of the wood man.”

“Lumber man's grave?” I'm dumbfounded. Then looking at the finger he pointed and was surprised.

At a distance of about 20 to 30 meters ahead, in the ground and in the trees there are many wooden people. These wooden humans have deformed bodies. There was only the head left, there was only the body left, or only the hands of his feet left.

The glass?

I crouched down in confusion and picked up some glass shards in the ground. As soon as I pressed it, this thing was instantly destroyed.

Maybe not glass, but some kind of crystal or some kind of gem.

A cemetery made up of wooden remains?

It looked very scary and I panicked at once.

“It looks like here is not the old man's camp, we have to walk forward to search.” I looked around to find the footprints.

Come to think of it, all the way I don't see any footprints. It's a little weird.

“Oke.” Bell nodded his head. Then, he broke a tree branch. Not knowing where it came from but Bell lit a fire using the tree branch.

It's getting darker in the woods. The sound of birds continued to sound and the atmosphere turned extremely sinister.

“Can you smell honey?” ask her.

Bell shook his head, “Not yet smelled. Here there is only a foul smell.”

“I also smell bad.” I'm throwing saliva away. This smell is really very stinging.

The ground under his feet was also muddy. The leaves cover the top of the mud. As soon as I stepped on it, I felt very disgusted.

Despite the disgust, I still had to walk forward. Patricia and Bu Zhafira are missing, I have to find them.

I've said I'd take good care of them, so they can't do anything.

“Cautious.” Bell said while looking at me, “I feel in the forest there is something.”

“Batang perang?” I looked at him. Actually, I feel the same way. I also feel cold and creepy…!

“Do not know. Anyway it feels very dangerous.” Bell.

“You're tired of not? How about we find a place to rest for a while?” my word.