The three people who had been carrying the log, two of them were dead.

　　Their bodies had been split in half by the log, and the most terrifying part was that although their bodies were broken, they still had consciousness, with blood gushing from their mouths, constantly screaming and pleading for help.

　　The remaining one collapsed on the ground, his pants wet, his mouth filled with desperate sobs, "Help! Help!"

　　"What happened? What the hell is going on!" Chi asked.

　　Xiao said, "They were walking, and suddenly they all let go. The log slid down and slammed into the two in front."

　　Before Chi could speak, the remaining survivor crawled up from the ground and started running wildly, crying, "There's a ghost! Help! There's a ghost!"

　　Before everyone could react, they watched him disappear into the snowstorm as he ran.

　　The two left on the ground also lay dying, their breath fading.

　　"What should we do…" A woman in the group began to cry, her sobs endless, "Are we all going to die here?"

　　Snowflakes clung to Chi's beard.

　　He sighed, his expression calm, "Let's go, carry the wood ."

　　No one dared to carry the log after it killed someone.

　　 Everyone refused, and finally, Lin stepped forward and, together with Chi, carried the blood-stained wood.

　　Everyone was silent on the way back, thankfully, nothing else happened.

　　The two of them delivered the log to the carpenter.

　　The old carpenter was not surprised at all by the blood on the log, he didn't even ask a question, just croaked, "Two more to go."

　　Chi and Lin didn't say anything.

　　They turned around and went back to their lodging.

　　The way the log fell was too strange, something must have been at work.

　　Lin felt like he had escaped another disaster.

　　He looked at the fire in front of him, lost in thought, his whole being in a state of confusion.

　　Ruan sat beside him and suddenly said, "I want to eat noodles."

　　"Okay," Lin said, "I'll rest for a while first."

　　Ruan said, "What's wrong? Are you tired?"

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　　"No, I'm just thinking about the meaning of my existence in this world," Lin said, "I was living a good life in my original place. Then one day, I walked out of my house and found twelve iron doors in the corridor. I opened one of them…"

　　Ruan listened quietly.

　　"Then I ended up here," Lin said, "Does the iron door just mean fear and torment?"

　　Ruan chuckled, "I think it's meaningless to think about these things now. But maybe this experience isn't torment."

　　Lin asked, "Then what is it?"

　　"Maybe," Ruan said softly, "It means rebirth."

　　Lin frowned.

　　At this moment, only the two of them remained in the living room.

　　The others had gone back to their rooms to rest.

　　After today's events, everyone was exhausted.

　　Chi decided to rest for an hour before discussing what to do next.

　　They called it discussing, but everyone knew that if they wanted to leave this place quickly, they still had to go chop down trees.

　　 Even if they might encounter more terrifying events next time they chop down trees.

　　"Go on," Ruan said, "I'm hungry."

　　Lin stood up and went to the kitchen.

　　Ruan watched his back, a smile of unclear meaning on her face.

　　The noodles were delicious.

　　After finishing their meal, everyone had rested for a while.

　　They gathered again in the living room to discuss their next steps.

　　"They were probably enchanted while going down the mountain," said Zhang, a teammate who was more level-headed than the others, "I saw the two in front stop for a moment."

　　"The ways of death here are bizarre, there's no need to worry about how they died," Chi said rudely, "The problem now is the conditions of death."

　　Was it chopping trees, carrying wood, or traveling in snowy weather, any of these could be conditions for the ghosts to kill people.

　　"Let's use the process of elimination," Xiao said, "Everyone chopped trees, but only the three of them carried wood."

　　"Then why was it fine for Chi and me to carry wood?" Lin asked.

　　"There are two possibilities, either it's carrying wood, or there are other conditions," Chi said, "Because the ghosts have a daily kill limit, they can't kill us all at once."

　　This was also the reason why he had the courage to carry the wood back with Lin.

　　"But how do we verify that?" Xiao asked.

　　"Why verify?" Ruan played with her hair, saying rudely, "Just avoid these conditions, the cost of verification is something none of us can afford."

　　"Oh," Xiao replied coldly.

　　She had always been indifferent towards Ruan, mostly ignoring her.

　　It was understandable, Ruan was a beautiful girl who liked to act charming sometimes, so she was not very popular among women.

　　"Then tomorrow we won't let anyone carry the wood," Chi said, "We'll get a tool to drag the wood down the mountain."

　　The others agreed.

　　"What about the person who ran away?" someone else asked, worried about their teammate who had broken down, "Should we just leave him?"

　　"How can we manage that?" Zhang said, "Look at the weather outside, it's about to get dark. Who knows what will happen after dark? Are you going to risk your life for that?"

　　Everyone fell silent, accepting his words.

　　In this kind of world, no one's life was guaranteed, survival was already a luxury, let alone saving someone else's life.

　　"Let's go, get some rest, we have to continue tomorrow," Chi said, standing up to go back to his room.

　　Ruan, however, looked at the weather outside and said, "I wonder if the snow will stop tomorrow."

　　Her words turned out to be prophetic.

　　The snow fell all night and showed no sign of stopping in the morning.

　　Perhaps because of the deaths yesterday, there were no terrifying incidents last night, and everyone successfully survived another night.

　　The snow was so heavy that even going outside became difficult, let alone chopping down trees in such weather and transporting them back.

　　But compared to the bad weather, the ghosts lurking in the shadows were more frightening.

　　So, even though the weather was terrible, no one suggested delaying for a day.

　　A silent morning, a silent departure.

　　Everyone seemed to have lost their ability to converse because of what happened yesterday.

　　The only one who maintained her composure was Ruan.

　　She walked in the snow, humming a tune, as if this trip was just a mundane outing.