Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 599 [Domain - Second Gate] Coffin

The cold moonlight shone on the country road, as if a layer of frosty white filter had been added to the surroundings, making Wu Hui feel uneasy.

She and Feng Yao had followed the route given by Chen Ji, passing through the funeral home and the underground passage, and had just stepped onto a dimly lit country road.

Even in reality, she wouldn't want to walk on such a deserted country road late at night.

Moreover, this is the underworld... a world without living people.

Quietly following Wu Hui, Feng Yao, with her eyes covered, was oblivious to the eerie atmosphere around her.

Her heartbeat gradually calmed down after they had been to two different locations.

very lucky.

Following the route map given by Chen Ji, the two had already traversed the funeral streets and underground passages without encountering any danger.

There wasn't a single ghost in sight.

This inevitably led Feng Yao to a thought...

Does her curse still exist?

After getting out of the sedan chair, she seemed to have entered a period of safety, and none of the things she had worried about happened.

The wailing ghosts in the alley ignored them.

Even the two ghosts disguised as Chen Ji and Fei'er inside the sedan chair let them leave.

This was completely different from the desperate situation she had originally anticipated.

"Do you think the death prophecy has ended?"

After hearing Feng Yao's idea, Wu Hui's expression changed slightly.

"Correct."

Feng Yao nodded.

On the very first night she entered this door, she had already witnessed her prophesied death: her entire body was dismantled, and her head cracked like a ripe watermelon.

At first, especially after "seeing" the scene of her being hit and killed at the entrance of Jinxiu Garden, she originally thought that she had died by being run over by a truck.

But no one expected that they would arrive in the underworld on the third day.

If the prophecy is true, then the only way to cause such a horrific death seems to be being grabbed by multiple ghosts at the same time.

"Perhaps, if I had listened to those two ghosts and gouged out their ghost eyes, I would already be torn to pieces by the ghosts outside the sedan chair... just like I saw in the prophecy."

Feng Yao got goosebumps all over her body.

But despite saying that, she still didn't remove the blindfold. All of this was without any real evidence, and was more of a psychological comfort to herself.

Perhaps this can be considered blind optimism.

Or perhaps, Feng Yao was unwilling to accept that kind of death!

As a long-time entrant to the realm, she had long thought that she would die one day, but this was definitely not the case... There was no way to resist, and the ending seemed like fate.

And in any case, those ghosts really didn't attack her again, did they?

The two discussed for a while longer, and soon Wu Hui breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see the road sign."

Not far away was a small intersection with a road sign next to it, which was the entrance to the next location.

Next is the central square, the crossroads...

If we can help Liu Zi and the others hold out until 1 a.m., the curse of the Red Bowl Group will be completely broken.

The second gate, which was like hell, seemed to finally see a glimmer of hope.

Only the soft rustling of leaves remained on the country road.

However, neither of them knew...

Just a few seconds after their figures disappeared at the intersection.

A series of eerie footsteps broke the silence of the path once again.

......

In the seemingly endless alley.

One by one, figures dressed in plain white clothes walked in an orderly fashion toward the north.

In the middle of the mourning procession, two figures, one tall and one short, were dressed in mourning clothes.

It was Chen Ji and Fei'er.

The two had quietly moved forward quite a distance from the back of the line.

The target was the black coffin ahead.

Under the cover of the wailing all around, the two quietly analyzed the current situation.

Although they have regained their ability to move independently, they are currently unable to leave the mourning procession.

This might be because paper figures are originally used as mourning props, but Chen Ji always felt it was very strange that paper figures, which are meant for commemoration, had joined the ranks of mourners.

It's like a pig waiting to be slaughtered walking into the slaughter line.

"These ghosts did not attack Wu Hui and Feng Yao as expected."

Phil whispered, "It seems they really don't want anyone to die here. You guessed right."

Even before entering the underworld, Chen Ji deduced that [substitute death] was the only way to end the curse.

The actions of the ghost horde completely confirmed this to him; from beginning to end, their only targets were Xu Sandao and Du Tingfeng.

"Correct."

Chen Ji nodded, and his pace gradually slowed down.

Once this was confirmed, they could carry out their previously envisioned substitution plan.

They are now in a strange state, their souls trapped in a body that does not belong to them!

If you commit suicide in this state, you might be able to break both curses at the same time by exploiting a bug!

But the question is, how can we kill the outer shell of this paper figure?

Chen Ji's heart stirred slightly; the coffin before him might be the key.

As they drew closer, they finally got a clear look at the coffin.

The heavy, pitch-black atmosphere contrasted sharply with the white mourning clothes all around. Just by getting close, Chen Ji could feel a suffocating deathly aura.

Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao were undoubtedly inside.

From beginning to end, not a single sound came from either of the two coffins...

"Both of them have A-level tricks, yet they show no signs of resistance whatsoever."

Chen Ji's heart sank.

He didn't know what had happened before, but it was obvious that the funeral ceremony was more bizarre than he had imagined. Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao probably didn't even have time to use the strange objects before they were dragged into the coffin.

"I feel very uncomfortable." Phil's voice was muffled, and she could clearly feel the deathly silence emanating from the coffin.

Chen Ji didn't say much, but gestured for her to step back.

During the mourning ceremony, Du Xu could not simply be sealed in a coffin. Even though Chen Ji was in paper form, the strong aura of death still gave him the creeps.

"The ghost group's goal hasn't changed, which proves that Du Tingfeng and the others are still alive."

Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought: "Could the coffins be slowly draining their life force?"

He carefully approached the wreath, coming within inches of the end of the coffin.

"Four coffin-carrying ghosts..."

Two figures stand in front, one holding a portrait taken from the coffin.

Two people were behind them, one covering half of their face with one hand, weeping bitterly.

They all look exactly the same; you can't tell the difference.

"Fortunately, they are all standing in front of the coffin and can't see me."

Without further hesitation, Chen Ji silently reached out a hand from behind the wreath and touched the coffin on the left.

A chill ran deep into the bones from the coffin lid.

Chen Ji gripped the groove on the coffin lid with his fingers and tried to lift it gently, but it felt like he was grabbing a boulder; the coffin lid didn't react at all.

There wasn't even the slightest slippage.

"..."

Chen Ji released his hand.

A few seconds later, he suddenly slid his arm down and groped around extensively, trying to find the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

But soon, Chen Ji's hand suddenly stopped.

He couldn't find the seam that should have been between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

There was only a dark, heavy lock.