nucmednet Chapter 598 [Domain 2] The Uses of Paper Money
Chapter 598 [Domain 2] The Uses of Paper Money
"Get out of the sedan chair now?"
Wu Hui stared at the words in her hand in disbelief!
Not long ago, Chen Ji told them to wait in the sedan chair and not to be discovered by the ghost.
But right now, all around him were wailing ghosts, yet he insisted on letting them leave the sedan chair in such a dangerous environment.
Wu Hui gritted her teeth, unsure whether she should listen to Chen Ji.
Her mind wavered, but after glancing at the two ghosts in the sedan chair, Wu Hui made her decision.
No further hesitation.
Grabbing Feng Yao's wrist, she could sense that although the other person was confused, she was not struggling.
Even though she couldn't see anything, Feng Yao chose to believe Wu Hui's judgment, just as Wu Hui eventually decided to believe what the pen had written.
Ready to use the strange objects at any moment, the two lifted the sedan curtain and jumped down!
The cold moonlight illuminated the alleyway...
Wu Hui's breath caught in her throat.
Even though she was mentally prepared, intense fear still overwhelmed her entire body!
What came into view were two paper horses...
However, Chen Ji and Fei'er were not sitting up there.
On both sides of the alley stood figures dressed in white mourning clothes and wearing mourning bands, all bowing their heads in the same manner.
Looking around, there are countless of them!
In the space they deliberately left behind, there were two pale white wreaths with the large character "奠" (meaning "offering" or "condolence") written on them.
The intense ghostly aura sent shivers down Wu Hui's spine, but just then, she suddenly heard the crying stop.
All around fell silent.
Wu Hui didn't know what had happened. Since entering the underworld, everything had become inexplicable.
But her instincts gave her a bad feeling.
Just as she and Feng Yao were backing away, suddenly, a very faint melody pierced the surrounding silence—
"Who's singing? The sound is carried by the wind, from a great distance..."
A few seconds later, the sound became slightly clearer.
Wu Hui's expression changed drastically; she then realized that it wasn't singing, but rather...
Someone is performing opera!
Heading north along the alley, from who knows where, a mournful, melodious sound drifted, sometimes clear, sometimes indistinct.
The singing was extremely eerie, sending chills down Wu Hui's spine, but she soon realized that this was not a psychological reaction!
Her and Feng Yao's body temperatures plummeted!
"Is it Ren Yu?" Feng Yao's teeth chattered.
They had almost forgotten about this person. Ren Yu was suspected of being controlled by his curse and had been detached from the team.
It seems that Ren Yu's initial mission location was... the theater.
"How come he's in the underworld too?"
Wu Hui's expression changed slightly. Ren Yu's appearance meant that all six curses were now gathered in the underworld!
Red bowl, ghost eyes, paper figures, incense burner, mourning clothes... and finally, the ghost play appears!
Is it true that all curses lead to the same end, or is it...?
Was all of this planned?
But before she could think about it carefully, suddenly...
A mournful suona horn, as if echoing a distant melody, suddenly exploded in everyone's ears!
As the suona horn sounded, a gust of cold wind swept through, and the ghosts in the alley seemed to be suddenly awakened, raising their heads.
"What the hell is this?!"
Wu Hui stared in horror at the rows of identical, blurry faces.
This was completely different from the previous ghost groups; it was as if Wu Hui and Feng Yao were nowhere to be seen.
They look like cloned clay figures, or like mannequins in a shopping mall...
It's as if they exist solely to wear mourning clothes.
The suona horn emitted a sharp whistle.
Less than half a minute after they got off the sedan chair, not only had Chen Ji and Fei'er disappeared from the paper horse, but they hadn't even seen Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao's faces.
Where did they all go?
Just as this question came to mind, suddenly, four ghosts dressed in mourning clothes stepped out from the procession.
He walked straight toward the wreath... and bent down.
Two black coffins were lifted up.
There were two coffins placed behind the wreaths!
The moment Wu Hui saw the coffin, her heart pounded, and she couldn't take her eyes off the two framed photos standing on it.
Those are the last portraits of Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao.
No wonder she couldn't find the two of them anywhere—
Because they're in coffins!
Before she could recover from the shock, Wu Hui's hand was suddenly pulled back by Feng Yao, causing her to involuntarily take a step back.
The next second, four more ghosts dressed in mourning clothes, carrying a sedan chair, rushed past the spot where she had just been standing.
At the same time, the paper horse also got up and walked deeper into the alley...
"The mourning has begun..."
Wu Hui said softly.
They cried and mourned all the way... No wonder Chen Ji told them to get out of the sedan chair quickly; he was afraid they would be taken away with him.
But what about Chen Ji and Fei'er?
Despair crept into Wu Hui's heart.
Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao are probably dead now.
Even if they didn't, there was nothing she and Feng Yao could do.
Liu Zi and Bai Shaohua are also on the verge of death, surrounded by a horde of ghosts...
"Where...are we going now?"
Feng Yao murmured weakly.
Like Wu Hui, she was extremely anxious, not only because she didn't know where the road ahead lay, but also because they wanted to save the other team members but were powerless to do so!
To save Liu Zi and Bai Shaohua, we need to obtain the cinnabar chopsticks.
However, the cinnabar chopsticks were on Xu Sandao's body. Xu Sandao was lying in a coffin at this time, already encoffined.
One by one, figures dressed in mourning clothes walked by, wailing. Just then, Wu Hui's pocket suddenly twitched!
"pen.....!"
Wu Hui suddenly remembered that Chen Ji's strange object was still in her possession.
But this time, the pen didn't write anything; instead, it floated into the air and pointed towards the very end of the mourning procession.
What does it want us to see?
Wu Hui looked in that direction.
The procession was no different from the one before it; there were still two ghosts dressed in mourning clothes, the shorter one carrying a bag of paper money...
wrong!
Wu Hui's expression shifted. When she was searching for Du Tingfeng and the other person, she clearly saw that the bag of paper money was originally tied to the pole of the wreath.
The wreaths had already been taken away by the ghosts in front.
Could it be that...
Wu Hui tentatively approached the two ghosts with their heads down. As the distance between them gradually decreased, she discovered that the two ghosts were different from the other ghosts.
Although they were also wearing mourning clothes, they were light and airy, as if they were floating.
A few seconds later, the short, mourning-clad ghost walked past Wu Hui, his face slightly raised.
That was a face made of paper, Fei'er!
Did she steal the paper money?
But how did she do it, and why—
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck Wu Hui's mind.
Paper money...
These two people were on horseback earlier, so they must have seen the coffin before them and knew that the cinnabar chopsticks couldn't be produced in a short time!
By the way, what's useful isn't the paper money, but the ashes of the paper that are closely related to the Red Bowl Group!
Just then, my arm started to itch.
Lines of text appeared on Wu Hui's arm.
Take the paper money back to the crossroads to burn it.
[Follow this route: Turn left at the funeral home intersection -> Underpass entrance -> Turn onto the country road with road signs -> Entrance 3 in the central square -> Crossroads]
If all goes well, we will come back to find you.
If we haven't returned by the time the time is up, we'll go back the way we came, starting from this alley.
Head north
With the final stroke, the pen lightly bounced to the ground and disappeared into the pocket of another tall paper figure.
The paper money quietly slipped from Fei'er's body to the ground, where it was picked up by Wu Hui.
Holding Feng Yao's hand tightly, Wu Hui silently watched the backs of the two paper figures disappear into the depths of the alley.
She already understands.
Whether it was because of the special status of paper figures as sacrificial offerings, or to rescue the mourning group.
Chen Ji and Fei'er had no choice but to leave the mourning procession.