Gradually, the reporter fainted due to nervousness and hunger.

After an unknown amount of time, the reporter woke up from hunger again and seemed to see the light of dawn before opening his eyes.

But when I opened my eyes, I found that it was still dark outside.

He was unbearably hungry and remembered that Shiqiao's companions still had some dry food on hand. Although he was afraid of the wild beasts outside, especially the giant wolf, he still had the courage to leave the tree hole where he was hiding.

The reporter was wandering endlessly in the woods, but he accidentally lost his direction and soon discovered the body of a companion.

The corpses of those companions had been torn apart by giant wolves, and it was difficult to see clearly what their former appearance was like with their bloody bodies.

The further the reporter walked, the more corpses he saw. At the same time, his head felt dizzy with hunger. The world in front of him was churning like boiling water, and it was also covered with a layer of blood mist.

The reporter saw too many corpses of his companions, and his brain gradually became numb. He kept repeating "I am the only one who survived."

Keep walking forward until you are out of the forest.

When the reporter came to the roadside, he suddenly saw a street lamp that did not belong to this era. The reporter could only describe it as "a kind of high pillar with the dawn and the sun hanging on it".

The reporter thought it was the "sun" and knelt down devoutly under the street lamp, bowing to the warm light.

It wasn't until his scalp was broken and blood flowed into his eyes that the reporter regained consciousness and got up from the ground.

He walked forward along the road, and soon he was back on the stone bridge that he had always dreamed of.

On the stone bridge, a man and other female companions who stayed behind were all bitten by animals, leaving their mangled bodies behind.

But the reporter no longer cares about this. He no longer cares about the death of his companions, he just wants to fill his hungry belly.

He stumbled and climbed to the stream under the stone bridge, buried his head in the stream, and drank gurglingly.

It wasn't until he felt like vomiting after drinking that the reporter slowly raised his head.

But the moment he stood up, suddenly, a strong feeling of nausea came over him.

He lowered his head and looked at the stream. It was not a stream, but blood!

Upstream of the stream, the corpses of companions who died in the forest were randomly dumped there, with pink and pus-filled small intestines rippling with the water.

The reporter was so frightened that he fell to the ground, vomited in his mouth, and got up and fled to the roadside.

At this time, he looked at the stone bridge and found that the corpses on the stone bridge were crawling like zombies, falling from the fence beside the bridge into the stream one by one, splashing blood-red water.

The reporter couldn't stand it anymore. His mind collapsed and he ran into the forest.

At this moment, he wanted to die, screaming in the dark woods, hoping to attract the attention of the giant wolf and give him a happy death.

But no matter how much he screamed for death, no matter how close the wild beasts in the bushes came to him, they would not attack him.

Until the reporter was exhausted and fell into a bush.

But at this moment, a twist of fate struck him, and a heart-warming light actually came from between his eyelids.

It was a farmhouse, full of haystacks, on the edge of the forest, and the lights were still on in the farmhouse.

The reporter's eyes widened, seeing that as his hope of survival, he rushed towards the farmhouse regardless of his own safety.

He opened the door and saw a pair of old farmers inside, looking at him in surprise.

When the reporter saw the living person, he finally fell in front of the door exhausted.

When the reporter woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was already in a warm bed, all the injuries on his body had been bandaged, and there was a bowl of fragrant broth on the bedside.

The farmer and the peasant woman came over, handed the broth to the reporter, and asked the reporter cordially where it came from and how it ended up like this.

The reporter didn't want to mention what happened before. He just wanted to rest now, but he thought of the witch trials again.

"The witch trials? It's all over. All 19 witches have been sentenced to hanging..."

"You have been sleeping for two days. Now that it is dawn, I can take you to see our local priest..."

The reporter's brain suddenly froze and he looked out the window.

Outside that chaotic window, there was still darkness.

The reporter turned back and looked at the old farmer and the farmer's wife, but they had turned into zombies. The broth in their hands was also a mixture of blood, water and minced meat.

The reporter screamed and ran out of bed, picked up the ax from the stove, and split the necks and heads of the two walking corpses in front of him twice.

Looking at the body lying on the ground, the reporter gasped and fell to the ground again.

But at this moment, the scenery around him went dark and fell into boundless darkness again.

This is not a stone bridge, but an absolutely dark space.

Around the reporter, countless figures in black robes appeared one by one in the darkness.

The light became slightly brighter, and the space where these robed figures were located became clearer. It turned out to be a very modern palace, with dim electric lights overhead.

"Very good, you have successfully completed the task..."

"Revenge for our companions from 300 years ago..."

"This is the witch's Sabbat..."

When these rumbling words fell, the reporter's head suddenly began to hurt violently, and countless memories emerged in the depths of his mind.

He's not a reporter from Boston.

He is just an ordinary young man in the town of Salem, who goes out to purchase supplies with other young people.

On the way back, he passed by a stone bridge and suddenly suffered an epileptic fit. He fell in the middle of the road and foamed at the mouth.

Some people go to the town to find a doctor, while others take care of them where they are.

He suddenly went crazy, biting his companions around him, and killed them with his newly bought ax.

His companions who came back from asking for a doctor were also brutally murdered by him like crazy.

All the corpses were thrown into the stream under the stone bridge, and the clear water was dyed red.

Finally, he took an ax to the house of the old farmer who first reported the witch, and killed the two old men.

When the "reporter" woke up again, he was tied to a chair with a rope, and the surrounding villagers looked angry.

But when he faced the judgment and curses of countless people, he just smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

"I deserve it..."
Chapter completed!