Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Just as he was about to step into the river, Xu Sandao suddenly stopped.

Where will we go after we get out?

he asked.

Chen Ji was taken aback.

So much had just happened that he had forgotten that the way he and Xu Sandao entered the domain was completely different from usual.

If we could return to that pure white space...

Doesn't that mean all our efforts were in vain?

"...Never mind, let's go."

Xu Sandao shook his head: "We can't just stay here."

Both of them were somewhat confused, but they still entered the Domain River.

Darkness comes.

The next second, Chen Ji suddenly opened his eyes, but the scene in front of him was completely beyond his expectations!

"No...where's the ferry crossing?"

Xu Sandao's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

"I haven't even leveled up yet, how did I get back here?"

In front of the two of them...

It wasn't that familiar ferry crossing and river!

Instead, it was the passage that was blocked by the balloon ghosts before they entered the Great Tomb!

They skipped the entire process of "entering the ferry - rafting - upgrading the haunted house - entering the gate"!

In other words, Chen Ji and his companion did not experience a "loading screen" but seamlessly switched to reality, only the time jumped from 2000 to 2025!

Not far away, a familiar "plop, plop" sound came from nearby.

That was the sound of human skin being inflated and rubbing against each other in the narrow passage.

Chen Ji and Xu Sandao exchanged a glance, their hearts leaping into their throats.

One problem after another, Chen Ji felt he was about to be completely exhausted.

soon.....

A large group of balloons depicting human heads floated over.

Xu Sandao sighed and reached into his waistband to summon the fireflies.

However, the balloon ghost only hovered a short distance in front of the two of them.

Her eyes were no longer filled with resentment; she gazed at them quietly, as if trying to confirm something.

"and many more!"

Chen Ji was startled, only to feel a sudden movement in his pocket, and the pen flew out on its own!

It wobbled left and right, and the pen seemed to have a diamond embedded in it, the scraps gleaming.

It has clearly regained its former vitality!

"The pen has woken up!"

Chen Ji suddenly remembered what he had written with the fountain pen:

If you leave here, I will come back.

Could it be...

He suddenly pulled up his sleeve and saw six dots on his wrist. The second one, whose edge had just turned red, was now fully lit.

On the other side, Xu Sandao suddenly froze, as if he had been possessed, and his eyes lost focus.

"Even though we didn't see the Ghostly Mansion, there will still be a reward."

Chen Ji immediately understood that Xu Sandao's third star had also been lit.

At the same time, there was also an A-level mysterious object, a strip of cloth embroidered with numbers.

Xu Sandao has met the conditions for opening the Netherworld.

He calmed down a bit, looked at the excited pen, and couldn't help but smile.

The heavy emotions that Tuotuo Mountain brought him were finally relieved a little.

The sound of human skin rubbing together came again.

The balloon ghosts seemed to have confirmed some of their thoughts, turned around and left, without attacking Chen Ji and his companion as they had done before.

Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought.

Is it because of waste?

Or is it because they fulfilled the wish of Lao Sun, who was also a victim of Zeng Guichuan?

Or perhaps... it's related to the black door behind him?

Too many possibilities. Chen Ji fell silent for a moment, perhaps he would never know the answer.

He sat there, waiting for Xu Sandao to finish creating the Netherworld before going to find his uncle with him.

I wonder where my uncle and Wusu are now.

"pen."

Pulling himself back to reality, Chen Ji looked at the pen and chuckled softly.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The pen slowly returned to Chen Ji's side, flicked its cap, and wrote on Chen Ji's arm:

You missed me, didn't you?

"Ah."

Chen Ji nodded.

Such a direct shot actually caused the pen's movement to pause.

"I still have a lot to say to you."

Chen Ji murmured, about the Painted Skin Ghost, about the pen's sudden hibernation, and most importantly...

"Will the waste have any negative impact on you?"

He touched the pen; it had a dent in it, with the piece of scrap metal that had almost killed Chen Ji embedded in it.

【Won't】

It looks pretty good.

[If it falls off later, things might change.]

"Variety?"

[Transformed into a ghost]

【etc】

The pen cap contained some scrap material.

You don't not know what this is, do you?

"..."

Chen Ji remained silent; he did indeed have some guesses about these luminous objects.

【"nature"】

Every strange object you encounter has an "essence" within it.

nature.....

So why is it referred to as "waste" in the guidelines?

Is it because this is just the residue left over from the brush forged by the forging demon?

"A piece of scrap material can be transformed into an A-grade monster. What exactly is the Forging Demon creating...?"

Chen Ji's eyes narrowed.

Me.

"...?"

Chen Ji slowly looked at the words in his hand, then at the fountain pen in front of him.

Otherwise, why would I have woken up earlier?

Chen was completely confused.

He did indeed associate the fountain pen with the calligraphy brush... but when the forging demon appeared, the fountain pen was clearly in his hand!

To make a long story short

The Creator You Saw

[Just a projection in the long river of time]

[Not part of reality]

"The Creator?"

【right】

The calligraphy brush is me, yet it is not me.

To be precise, it was my past self.

Chen Ji was even more confused!

"How come you suddenly became like a pen after just one hibernation period?"

【clown】

While I was in the mental hospital, the clown did something to me, I don't know what.

[They got the calligraphy brush out.]

"So... hiding your existence and having Kiyoka come to save me wasn't something you manipulated?"

Chen Ji's brain raced, and after a few seconds of thought, he guessed that "clown" must be the Painted Skin Ghost.

The meaning of "fountain pen" is that it was briefly replaced by the brush pen in terms of consciousness.

What you're saying...

[Am I no longer myself?]

The penmanship was messy, suggesting the writer was not satisfied with Chen Ji's wording.

"So now you also have the skills to use a calligraphy brush?"

Chen Ji grasped the most crucial issue.

The pen remained still.

no answer.

Floating in front of Chen Ji, the two remained silent, each holding a brush.

After a brief moment of awkwardness... he drew an expression with his pen.

【^^】

[Part]

Chen Ji didn't say anything. He roughly understood that it was just a temporary ability due to a coincidence, and the pen could not fully reproduce it now.

Besides, even if it was only used once, the pen still suffered a huge price.

It has been dormant until now.

However, he also had some ideas in his mind.

The pen has a mysterious origin and is related to the source corpse, making it far superior to ordinary strange objects.

It belongs to the... growth type.

I wonder what happened in the past that caused such a big change in fountain pens.

"It's already very impressive."

Chen Ji smiled, touched the pen cap, and with the lighting of the second star, the pen could now be used in reality.

The pen brushed against Chen Ji's hand.

Do you still have any memories from before?

Chen Ji suddenly remembered something: he had never asked about the pen's past.

The pen cap spun around, as if shaking its head.

After I became aware of this, I continued to repeat my senior year of high school.

However, after going into hibernation, I remembered some things.

"what?"

[Things from when I was still using a calligraphy brush]

"..."

Saying it means not saying it.

Chen Ji tried to ask further, but the pen did not provide any more information.

Instead, it flew to Chen Ji's waist, pushed open his clothes, and revealed the little monkey inside.

Since the pen came back, the little monkey has been quiet, nestled motionless against Chen Ji.

The pen stopped moving.

After a long while, it seemed unable to believe it, circling around the little monkey as if checking something.

Chen Ji's heart stirred.

The only difference between the little monkey and the previous one was the strands of hair on its mouth. Did the pen know...?

He suddenly felt a pain in his arm.

The nib of the fountain pen scraped heavily across Chen Ji's skin:

Where did the red scarf come from?

【Why】

【I don't】