A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 15

When Akbar's emotions could barely contain his emotions, he asked Xiyu, what happened after he became like this.

Xiyu was silent for a while, and then, she seemed to be immersed in some sort of contemplation.

"Say, Xiyu ...."

To the end, Xaiyu slowly raised his head and made a strange pattern with his hands.

Xiyu's hand trembled but Akbar caught his hand before Xiyu could pull it.

"I can afford."

After a while, Akbar, who blinked his eyes, felt a cold air gush from under his feet, and then rushed to his head. Gasping for breath, he had the illusion of drowning in deep water and suffocating.

"What have they done to you." Akbar's voice trembled with sadness.

Doubtful, helpless, and silent... He could even feel a heavy look in his eyes after noticing himself.

The boundless darkness enveloped him, attacking him, from spirit to body, after the destruction, and re-casting, he seemed to have lost something, something that was just beginning to exist in his body.

"Stop !! Xiayu ... don't hurt Xiayu !!."

She stumbled back, Xiyu subconsciously wanted to catch her, but she was thrown away violently, she leaned against the tree that had just disappeared, Akbar sweating like rain.

Xiayu hugged Akbar from behind.

"There are rumors that there are cruel customs in Tibet. To play the purest melodies in exchange for longevity, they chose for the most sacrifice. The girls are pure, drums are formed by peeling off their skin and using their skin."

"Xiayu .. enough."

"It is said that drums made in this way have very subtle sounds and magical effects in communicating yin and yang."

"ENOUGH !! We are no longer in Tibet !!."

Xiayu pulled Akbar's arm, propping up Akbar's face with both palms.

"They say that the chosen one is voluntary. This is a great honor for themselves and the tribal community. In Tibet, only the skin of the holiest woman is equipped with a drum. In the eyes of the people in the tribe, death was not terrible, it was like the birth of a new life, it was a return to nature."

"Lying, it's all just murder!."

Akbar hugged Xiayu.

"This ghost village is also the same, they worship the devil as their god. Make man his victim."

Xiyu looked at Akbar's eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, an extremely discordant voice screeching sharply rang out, "Aaaaaaaa—."

These are all blood lessons.

Screams after screams floated in the air.

A young man frowned and said, "Why are we here?."

"Aaaaaaa—! Please !!."

The bodies of the kidnapped students were completely skinned, with great care, the residents slashed their bodies alive!

"Damn ! he's dead." The man threw the dead student's body like a piece of trash.

The young man shivered trembling with fear.

His large body trembled slightly. He muttered softly, “He was beaten to death to help us...to help us!.”

After a few seconds, the man's eyes were filled with tears, and they fell in despair.

“I killed him! We killed him!.”

“If you keep crying like this, maybe you will die, let alone avenge him.” This suffocating atmosphere continued until the door was pushed open and Akbar walked in.

"He believes in me so much, I can't even keep his body ...."

Akbar looked at those who were still alive, saying: “Maybe the only way to survive is to kill them.”

"Killing ghosts ? Are you crazy?."

“One more thing.” Akbar looked at the man and said, “ 30 of your friends, are dead.”

They're stunned.

"He ... Them ...." The man frowned, "Dead?."

"Yes." Yeah." Akbar nodded, "Only 13 of the 1500 students remain."

"How did he die?."

"What's? Want to see their bodies?."

They all turned deathly pale.