Volume One, Chapter 46: Anchor Point!

Memory began to flash back, and Luo Feng’s cautious and alert face lingered before his eyes.

“Don’t find Dad’s nagging annoying. Here, besides our family, there won’t be anyone else. Before dark, if you see anyone calling for help or signaling you, don’t approach them no matter what.”

“Even if you see someone familiar, they’re not truly familiar, understand?”

The flashback ended, the images fragmented.

Luo Feng still looked at him coldly, without loosening his grip.

Yes, listening more carefully to the cries for help, they were not Gu Ya’s but just ordinary people calling out.

The reason Luo Bin thought it was Gu Ya was simply because he never considered that there might be others here.

“Then who is he? Do evil spirits roam around during the day too?” Luo Bin asked awkwardly.

“No, evil spirits only appear at night. Don’t say too much, shh...” Luo Feng said cautiously, making a silencing gesture.

Seeing Luo Feng glance around nervously, it seemed he feared being overheard.

Then Luo Feng said, “Let’s go.”

He strode forward briskly.

At some point, the arrow marks on the trees had disappeared, replaced by new ones carved by Luo Feng.

Silence—too much silence in the forest.

At some point, even the birdsong vanished.

Was this right?

Although Luo Feng’s idea of climbing higher to get a better view wasn’t wrong, Luo Bin still felt that something was off.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so he just kept following Luo Feng.

The mountain peak was far away—at least another two or three hours of walking. That was well beyond a mile, at least three or four kilometers, which translated to nearly five miles.

Adding the whole day’s earlier climb, just how tall was this mountain?

“This doesn’t feel right, Dad...” Luo Bin’s skin broke out in goosebumps.

Because ahead stood a tree with a deep arrow carved into it, pointing diagonally forward.

They hadn’t seen any markers for hours until now.

But no one had come this way!

The wound on the tree trunk was fresh; the arrow was just recently carved.

Luo Feng stopped before the tree, his face pale and then turning ashen. “We took a detour, damn it.”

With a loud thud, his machete struck the tree trunk hard.

“Does that mean we’re off track? That all these years, the entire village’s trailblazing direction was wrong?” Luo Bin felt an indescribable wave of frustration rising inside.

Luo Feng didn’t respond; his face turned paler, bloodshot veins standing out sharply in his eyes as if they might bleed.

Luo Bin knew this wasn’t as devastating for him since he had only recently learned about this. But for Luo Feng, this had been his only hope in recent years—now it was a mere illusion, a dream shattered.

So many villagers had died exploring the path, only to end up trapped in a misty circle.

“We can’t go on. We don’t know what lies ahead. We have to go back and erase these false markers.” Luo Feng pulled out his machete and swiftly sliced off the bark, removing the arrow.

They began retreating, erasing the arrows along the way.

This retreat took another two or three hours, right into the hottest part of the noon.

Ahead appeared another tree, its bark stripped in a large patch, with deep knife marks still visible.

This was the very spot where they first realized they had taken a detour. But after retreating for so long, they had come right back here?

They hadn’t just taken a detour—they were trapped within a confined area on the mountaintop. Within this strange circle, they kept walking in loops. To use a fitting metaphor, it was like entering a labyrinth.

Luo Bin felt as though he was beginning to understand something.

But it was vague, impossible to grasp precisely at the moment.

“Let’s go!” Luo Feng whispered again.

This time, they quickened their pace, retracing their steps down the mountain.

Two hours later, they were back at the tree with the knife marks.

Luo Feng stabbed the trunk sharply again. He remained silent, but his gaze was murderous.

He was about to take another step when Luo Bin grabbed him, sweat beading on his forehead.

Their clothes were soaked through with sweat from the constant detours. The ceaseless wandering was not only wearing down their psychological defenses but exhausting their bodies as well.

“We can’t keep going, Dad... We’ve entered a strange loop. You’ve entered this loop as well... Don’t you realize you’re starting to resemble that outsider from a few days ago? You keep detouring, refusing to believe, desperately circling around.” Luo Bin spoke in a low voice.

Luo Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, large beads of sweat dripping down, his voice hoarser.

“Your mother’s still in the house. She’s safe for now, but if we don’t get back before dark, there’s nowhere here to hide. We’ll be fully exposed to the evil spirits and die.”

Luo Bin was fully aware of the severity of the situation.

More serious still was that they had been circling for so long that if they continued, exhaustion and mental collapse were the only outcomes.

“I won’t be like that outsider. I’m looking for subtle differences. Let’s go!” Luo Feng tried to move.

Luo Bin didn’t let go and held tightly onto his shoulder.

“Dad, let me think this through.”

After speaking, Luo Bin squatted and brushed the ground with his hands, revealing a flat surface.

Then a flashback began.

Luo Bin’s memory flashback was from the moment they left the fourth cabin.

They saw the dried corpse hanging from a tree and heard someone calling for help.

Then they kept walking... and walking...

This flashback was sped up deliberately by Luo Bin, like an accelerated slideshow.

It stopped at one point—where they first discovered the detour tree.

Luo Bin turned to look at it.

He memorized the tree’s features and began the flashback again.

A few minutes later, he drew a square on the ground with a knife pulled from his waist, then extended a wavy line from the drawing, moving forward continuously.

After stopping, Luo Bin marked an asterisk at that spot.

“Dad, after we reached here, we didn’t go any further. Suddenly, we started detouring. If we took one more step forward, the detour point would be right here!”

He pressed the knife tip on the starting point of that line and drew another asterisk.

Luo Bin lifted his gaze, staring at the tree with the knife marks beside him.

“This is strange. The farthest point we reached and where the detour started are nearly three hours apart by foot. From the farthest point, one step outward brings you to the detour point...”

“Don’t you think this is a bit like our village?”

“You mean, from the sharp turn outside the village entrance, if you just walk past it, you end up back in the village?”

Luo Feng’s eyes shifted, looking at Luo Bin differently.

To be honest, this was not just his son’s body, but he had come to accept it.

Because it was his son’s body.

They shared the same blood flowing within.

Luo Feng didn’t know the true name of this soul inhabiting his son’s body, but this spirit respected him and Gu Ya as parents and behaved accordingly.

For many reasons, and because blood is thicker than water, he accepted it all.

The other’s meticulous mind resembled his own, and the way he protected Gu Ya made Luo Feng more satisfied.

At first, he was satisfied.

Now, he was shocked.

Extraordinary memory, sharp analytical skills—within a few words, he deduced the logic behind these detours, similar to Guishan Village.

Could this be the ability of an ordinary person?

“Dad? What’s wrong? Calm down, don’t lose focus or panic. We’ll be fine. When problems arise, we solve them!” Luo Bin urged softly.

“Yes, it’s somewhat like a village,” Luo Feng finally answered, coming back to his senses.

“Yes, the place where we found the detour is here. So this is like a village entrance? Like an anchor point? Nearby there should be a dried corpse. To get out, there must be another anchor point we haven’t found yet.” Luo Bin spoke gravely.

“Anchor point?” Luo Feng was a bit surprised.

“I first need to confirm whether the path we’re on is real, or if we’re both hallucinating. We have to find more evidence proving this place exists—this is the anchor point,” Luo Bin said, standing up and carefully surveying their surroundings.

Since discovering the detour, neither had calmed down enough to observe details—they had just kept walking endlessly.

“Found it!” Luo Bin exclaimed with joy.

About fifteen or sixteen meters away on a slant, behind some trees, lay a dried corpse. It swayed like a wind chime, battered and scarred, its intact skull seeming to watch them.

“We’re actually only half an hour from the cabin!”

“The location is real.”

“We still need a second anchor point!”

Goosebumps rose all over Luo Bin’s body, his hair standing on end.

When emotions hit a certain peak, the body resonates.

Fear and excitement both cause goosebumps and hair standing up.

Luo Feng said nothing. He understood Luo Bin’s explanation, but the logic behind it—even though Luo Bin articulated it clearly—still eluded him.

So he did not interrupt.

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