Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chen Yuetan stared ahead.

His experience was far greater than Chen Ji's, and after hearing Chen Ji's words, he immediately realized the ghost's purpose.

Extinguish Yang Fire.

As the saying goes, a person has three flames: one in the skull and two on the left and right shoulders.

It refers to the three lamps located on the top of the head and on both shoulders; as long as they don't go out, the popularity will not dissipate.

Once they are all wiped out, they are not far from being killed by ghosts.

Chen Yuetan did not look up rashly, because he had already learned his lesson from the Paper-Faced Ghost.

After telling Chen Ji about this, his pace quickened suddenly, and he would occasionally turn to the side.

The woman in his arms, Wusu, had a face even paler than before, devoid of any color, and her eyes were tightly closed.

Since entering the primeval forest, Wusu has been in intermittent slumber, only opening its eyes at specific times to remind them of new directions.

Only Chen Yuetan knew...

This is not a bad thing.

With the sudden change, the surrounding temperature abruptly dropped. It was unclear whether the tree branches were moving without wind, or something else entirely...

wow——

wow——

A rustling sound came from behind them.

Without any warning, Wusu suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils darker than well water.

"Keep going."

After saying that, he didn't close his mouth.

Chen Yuetan only glanced down at it, but his body instantly stiffened, and he could hardly take his eyes off Wu Su's face!

He saw it very clearly...

Between Wusu's rosy lips, in the slightly parted slit, a flash of white light appeared.

It's the white of the eye.

An eye darted around in Wusu's throat, peering into everything around him!

Chen Yuetan didn't say anything, but pushed Wusu's chin and closed his mouth.

Feeling a warm touch in his arms, Wu Su didn't seem to notice anything amiss. She turned over and snuggled into Chen Yuetan's embrace, pressing her face tightly against his arm.

The two, one person and one child, maintained a tacit understanding.

No one mentioned the eye.

Until a ray of light finally shone on Chen Yuetan's face.

Suddenly, his vision cleared, and he finally reached the edge of this eerie, ghostly forest!

Chen Yuetan squinted. It was too dark in the woods, and only now did he notice that a dilapidated temple was not far ahead.

The rustling sound gradually faded away.

"uncle....."

Instead, Chen Ji's voice suddenly rang out!

"I can't get out."

Chen Yuetan's gaze sharpened!

Without turning around, he immediately asked, "What happened?"

"Someone just patted my left shoulder."

After a pause, Chen Ji spoke, his voice very soft, and it was clear that he was forcibly trying to remain calm.

"I feel very strange right now... It's like my limbs are tied up with chains, and I can't take a single step."

Chen Yuetan's heart tightened instantly.

Does extinguishing even one flame of Yang mean we can't escape this forest?

"Your hands and legs are still there, right?"

Chen Yuetan confirmed.

"Hmm, I must be under a spell..."

thump!

A heavy thud as something fell to the ground interrupted their conversation.

Chen Ji's speculation abruptly stopped, and then he gasped sharply!

"and many more!"

"Uncle, something fell down behind me, it's a long knife—"

"He's coming!"

"A leg was being carried on his shoulder, covered in fresh blood..."

"I know, he's going to cut off my legs too!"

Chen Ji's speech became faster and faster, until finally it turned into deep despair!

"It's over!"

"I can't move, how can I escape!"

Chen Yuetan's nasal cavity was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood.

For some reason, he suddenly asked:

How far away are you from me?

"One meter!" Chen Ji's breathing became increasingly rapid.

Chen Yuetan made a move.

But he didn't turn his head to look.

He didn't turn around.

Instead, he lowered his head, looked straight at his shoes, and backed away step by step.

.....

Ten minutes ago.

At the same moment the rustling sound rang out.

Chen Ji suddenly felt a weight on his back, and his waist was instantly bent over, as if something had climbed up his back!

A tickling sensation came from his neck, as if strands of hair were brushing against it.

"call....."

Someone was blowing air into his left ear.

A heavy, round object pressed down on his left shoulder.

My shoulder felt instantly soaked by icy river water; the bones between my bones were cold and painful.

At that moment, Chen Ji knew that the yang fire in his left shoulder...

Went out.

All of this happened so fast, in less than two seconds, that even the little monkey didn't have time to react.

Chen Ji was certain that he was carrying a ghost on his back, with the ghost's head resting on his left shoulder, but he couldn't turn around!

Because if you turn your head, you'll be staring directly at a ghost if you look to the left.

If you move to the right, the yang fire on the right will be blown out!

Even more terrifying is...

As one of the yang flames went out, Chen Ji was instantly enveloped in a cloud of mist, a hazy white fog that made it impossible for him to see Chen Yuetan in front of him!

He could only carry the ghost on his back and walk forward very slowly.

After taking a dozen or so breaths, he finally saw Chen Yuetan's figure and stood there dumbfounded.

"uncle!"

Chen Ji immediately shouted.

There was no response from the other party.

This startled Chen Ji, and upon closer inspection, his eyes narrowed instantly.

Chen Yuetan raised his head high, looking up at the tree canopy.

".....uncle?"

Chen Ji stopped in his tracks.

His left shoulder was so sore that it was almost numb.

A few seconds later, he heard his uncle's thoughtful voice.

"So that's it."

"what?"

Chen Ji was stunned.

“We’ve been heading in the wrong direction all along,” Chen Yuetan sighed softly.

We're going in the wrong direction...?

Chen Ji was somewhat confused when he heard a rustling sound coming from above.

"Correct."

"You'll know for yourself when you see it."

Chen Yuetan pointed to the tree canopy, his tone sounding relieved.

Chen Ji instinctively reached up to look up...

But what he saw first was a flash of red light in her eyes.

【die】

Realizing he would die in ten seconds, Chen Ji's body instantly stiffened.

His head, which had been slightly raised, immediately lowered.

"Look at it!"

Ahead, Chen Yuetan's voice sounded somewhat impatient.

“…”

Chen Ji remained silent.

He took out the pen and asked softly:

What exactly is above my head?

A dozen seconds later, Chen Ji stared at the simple line drawing on his arm...

Among the dense branches, there was a human-shaped figure crouching on a branch.

No facial features.

A few lines of small print were written next to it:

[He was holding a knife, which was covered in blood.]

A face is a blank sheet of paper.

Chen Ji stopped in his tracks.

A pair of legs came into his view, which seemed to be those of Chen Yuetan from before.

Using the reflection from the pen, Chen Ji quickly glanced at it—

He then put the pen into his pocket.

He walked forward silently with his head down.

The human brain is peculiar; when it first sees something, it automatically corrects its illogical aspects.

For example, when Chen Ji first saw Chen Yuetan in the fog, he was certain that the other person was facing him.

He could see his uncle's face clearly.

But looking back now, how could Chen Yuetan not know that he couldn't turn his head, otherwise he would extinguish the Yang Fire?

and.....

The scene he had just witnessed kept replaying in Chen Ji's mind.

On Chen Yuetan's neck....

It's clearly a poorly printed black and white photograph.

thump.

He heard a loud thud behind him.

The ghost carrying the knife came down.