Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

The situation is clear: the death of the Yellow Helmet miner directly or indirectly led to the appearance of the forging projection.

Chen Ji and Xu Sandao have reached a consensus that the Helmet Ghost and the Forging Ghost are not the same thing.

It could be a subordinate relationship.

They also considered the possibility that the blacksmith's ghost had possessed the helmet's corpse, but then they felt that didn't make sense, because the blacksmith's ghost wouldn't need to throw away the scrap and then go back to collect it.

Chen Ji stood by the window, lost in thought.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and snow was falling heavily, making the outline of Tuotuo Mountain appear and disappear in the snow.

Pitch black, oppressive, like the corpse of a giant.

Chen Ji suddenly felt a chill. The longer he stared at Tuotuo Mountain, the more he felt that Tuotuo Mountain was alive and was also quietly gazing at him.

"...Now we can only wait."

Chen Ji shook his head and walked away from the window, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"Assuming the Helmet Ghost also has a piece of scrap, then there are now 4 in total."

"The forging projection might reappear... let's see what changes it undergoes."

Xu Sandao grunted in response and then fell silent.

Both of them looked extremely tired.

.....

After a few hours of rest, Chen Ji opened his eyes.

It was quiet.

Old Yang has disappeared. I can hear the sound of turning pages outside; it seems to be Four-Eyes.

Only beside Chen Ji did a rustling sound occur, along with the sound of a child sniffling.

Chen Ji was startled and silently squinted to look—

His expression instantly turned extremely strange.

Sitting to the side was Xiao Yu, Lao Yang's eldest son, his rosy cheeks showing a very serious expression...

Using a plastic comb to groom the baby monkey's fur.

The monkey doll had somehow appeared and was now nestled quietly in Xiaoyu's arms, motionless.

It was completely different from when it first came into Chen Ji's hands; it had no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Moreover, it looks like Xiaoyu has been grooming it for a long time. Its originally messy and dirty fur now looks very smooth, and its scarf has been retied.

"Cough cough."

Chen Ji closed his eyes, pretending to wake up, and cleared his throat twice in a fake manner.

A few seconds later, he groggily opened his eyes.

The little monkey had been set aside, and Xiaoyu looked flustered and seemed a little nervous.

"Where's your father?"

Chen Ji slowly sat up and looked around.

“I took my little brother to Aunt Sun’s place…” Xiao Yu stammered, his voice soft and low.

"Oh."

Chen understood perfectly, nudged Xu Sandao, and got out of bed.

For some reason, ever since he opened his eyes, he had had a strange feeling in his heart, an inexplicable sense of panic.

But the outside world is so quiet....

After questioning Four-Eyes, Chen Ji confirmed that nothing had happened.

Where does this feeling come from?

Chen Ji frowned. In such a short time since he opened his eyes, he could clearly feel his heartbeat gradually accelerating and becoming heavier.

Bang!

Bang!

"uncle....."

Xiao Yu's hesitant voice broke Chen Ji's thoughts.

"...Is this your pen?"

what?

Chen Ji was taken aback, and immediately reached into his inner pocket. Sure enough, the pen wasn't there!

Just as he was about to turn his head to look, he felt a gust of wind rush past his ear—it was a fountain pen!

The pen, which had been silent for a long time, flew past Chen Ji at an extremely fast speed, and he didn't even have time to catch it!

"Xu Sandao!"

Chen Ji's heart pounded, and he immediately shouted, "The pen ran away!"

Before he could finish speaking, he ran out of the house and tried to catch up with the pen!

His heart was pounding at its limit at that moment!

Bang!

Bang!

However, the pen disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a bullet. In the vast snow, Chen Ji could only vaguely see a black dot flying towards Tuotuo Mountain above the mine!

Bang!

bang————

The next second, a loud bang, almost in sync with Chen Ji's heartbeat, suddenly rang out.

This time, it's not underground...

Instead, the sound reverberated throughout the entire mine.

Chen Ji felt a chill run through his body, his eyes widening almost to the point of bursting. At that very moment, he witnessed it with his own eyes…

Tuotuo Mountain moved.

It rose and fell slowly, like breathing.

This heavy mountain, which may have remained unmoved for thousands of years, now sways like waves of wheat.

Xu Sandao and Siyan rushed out at the same time. The three of them stood outside the accounting room and felt an endless chill that ran through every blood vessel in their bodies, from the soles of their feet all the way to the top of their heads!

because.....

Along with the loud bang, a series of sounds, like hallucinations, echoed throughout the mine.

Some were whispering, others were giggling, their laughter filled with boundless elation...

wrong.

These voices don't belong to humans; they're ghost stories.

Not only because no one could understand what they were saying, but also because the moment these sounds reached Chen Ji's ears, he immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

At the same time, many bizarre, chaotic, and illogical images flashed through my mind.

At that moment, Chen Ji had no more doubts.

The Forging Demon is definitely a Source Corpse.

The four-eyed man standing to the side was completely stunned.

Apart from these nonsense stories, the entire mine was completely silent, except for the constant echoing of loud bangs.

Echoing...

Continue until the fifth breath is finished.

A projection, clearer than before, suddenly appeared in everyone's minds!

Chen Ji was in a state of extreme anxiety!

He finally saw clearly what the blacksmith was forging!

The same shadow, the same indistinct color and texture, but the outline is clearly delineated.

That was a branch....

A calligraphy brush.

It's an ordinary calligraphy brush, except for one thing: at the very top of the brush, there's a hole with a round object attached to it.

It is round on the outside and square on the inside, like a copper coin.

A strong sense of decay filled Chen Ji's mind.

This calligraphy brush, and even the forging of the ghost..., definitely doesn't belong to this era.

Chen Ji's mind was in turmoil. Was this pen related to fountain pens?

He couldn't help but connect the two, because the pen's behavior just now was too abnormal, and now it was nowhere to be found!

Just as he thought of this, Chen Ji suddenly froze.

Xu Sandao narrowed his eyes and pointed into the distance, saying, "It's back."

A dark shadow flew slowly over; it was a wet fountain pen, with snowflakes still clinging to its surface.

Chen Ji felt relieved.

The projection in his mind continued to be forged.

The pen landed in Chen Ji's hand, the cap naturally falling off. Without pausing for a second, the pen wrote:

The next piece is on the well.

【careful】

[Ghosts will steal]

If you leave here, I will come back.

Before I could finish writing, the pen suddenly went dark and stopped moving.

Chen Ji knew that the pen hadn't truly recovered; its recent awakening was likely due to being stimulated by the forging demon...

It also brought them crucial information:

The next piece of waste will appear above the well.

The last sentence in the pen clearly refers to the lighting of the second star.

Chen Ji felt somewhat relieved.

But what does the other sentence mean?

“Ghosts would steal…” Xu Sandao said, puzzled. “Of course.”

"The Helmet Ghost is clearly looking to collect all the scrap."

The two looked up blankly, then suddenly froze.

Amidst a heavy, fluffy snowfall...

Suddenly, more than twenty figures appeared.

It's Zhang Xiangdong, the miner ghost, the female ghost.....

And all those who died in mining accidents.