Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

The disappearance of the white light proves that the paper lantern has returned to its original dark color.

In other words, the "eyes" are closed.

"The way out is in the cellar."

Chen Yuetan's expression relaxed, which was quite obvious.

After all, the temple had been preventing them from returning to the cellar ever since it opened its eyes.

It's probably because of that painting.

"I wonder how fast the 'eyes' can react..."

Chen Yuetan thought for a moment, then tore down two prayer flags from the side and draped them over himself and Chen Ji.

The two slightly lifted the banner, revealing that it was extremely dark outside.

"go!"

The next moment, they all got up and ran towards the offering table!

wow——

On the ceiling, the paper lantern suddenly swayed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Ji crawled under the offering table and squeezed into the hole.

The draped cloth worked, delaying the time it took for the lantern to "open its eyes," but not for too long.

The main hall suddenly became bright.

The eyes opened.

Chen Yuetan frowned, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately crawled into the cave.

Bang!

Their eardrums vibrated instantly as a tombstone smashed through the offering table and fell onto the cave entrance!

Lime flew up and splashed all over Chen Yuetan's head.

Complete darkness enveloped everything; the entrance to the cave was completely sealed off.

The acid in the cellar was still gushing out from time to time, and had already accumulated into puddles on the ground.

Using the light of a flashlight, Chen Yuetan confirmed his earlier idea.

“All the offerings are gone, but the painting is still intact.”

In the yellowish-green acid, only one painting floated, appearing particularly out of place.

"Destroy it, and the tomb door should appear."

After saying that, Chen Yuetan took out a trekking pole from his backpack and cut off a corner of the tent to wrap around the top of the trekking pole.

The tent's outer layer is made of Teflon fabric, which provides temporary corrosion resistance.

In a few swift movements, they retrieved the picture frame through the acid.

The eyes in the painting are a ghastly white, just like the paper lanterns in the main hall.

It was almost as if they were being glared at.

The two experimented several times and confirmed that the canvas could not be damaged by human intervention.

Wusu tried to gnaw on the picture frame, but as soon as he put it in his mouth, he couldn't stop gagging.

After all, this is actually digested matter taken from the stomach...

It tastes disgusting.

Finally, I used a pen to tear the canvas.

The moment the canvas was damaged, everything went black before Chen Ji's eyes!

Boom boom——

A deafening roar erupted all around, as if countless bricks and tiles were collapsing and disintegrating!

At the same time, he felt the damp evening breeze on his face; he heard the crackling sound of burning wood.

They went back outdoors.

Beside the campfire.

The temple has disappeared.

At that very moment, a fierce wind howled through the valley of Mang City, sweeping across the entire primeval forest. The leaves rustled, dust swirled around Chen Ji, and the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Everything is in turmoil.

There was only one large black door.

The last door in the world that leads to the Yunnan Grand Tomb.

It remains steadfast, whether in the past, present, or future.

It stands quietly on the original site of the temple.

Chen Ji's heart raced instantly, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from the tomb entrance. Countless concepts, such as the Domain River, the Star River, and the Source Corpse, flooded his mind.

Now, we have finally arrived at the actual tomb entrance.

Beside him, a hint of disbelief appeared in Chen Yuetan's eyes; his experiences in the realm were now overlapping with reality.

Many images also appeared in his mind.

Unlike Chen Ji... and has nothing to do with Yu He.

There are only three faces.

A very reserved face; even when she smiles, it's very subtle.

His face was as cold as an iceberg, but a hint of concern was hidden in his eyes.

There's another one, covered in wrinkles, always yawning, looking dazed.

These three faces only appeared in Chen Yuetan's mind for a brief moment before they changed.

Their faces were pale, and their expressions ranged from fear and confusion to resentment.

These are their faces when they died.

Chen Yuetan will never forget it.

"Lin, Qianqian, you're getting senile..."

Chen Yuetan silently murmured, "It all started because of this tomb."

The Wang family entered the Yunnan Grand Tomb, took away the original corpse, and began the sacrificial offering.

And he... after nearly thirty years, also arrived here.

"Let's go."

Chen Yuetan said in a low voice, trying to erase another warm memory from his mind.

"Uncle, there's a key to the tomb door—it's a strand of hair—"

Before Chen Ji could finish speaking, Chen Yuetan shook his head.

"Need not."

He gently patted Wusu on the shoulder, and the child slowly walked to the door, casually pushing it open as if he were going home—

The door opened.

Chen Ji's pupils contracted slightly. Even though he had guessed that Wu Su could open the door, he still didn't expect it to be so easy!

Unlike the mutated tomb door in the tin mine, the light behind this door was very dim, which matched Chen Ji's expectations of a "tomb".

Once inside, the door slammed shut on its own, even though there was no wind.

What comes into view is a long corridor.

It wasn't very wide, and every so often, a lamp was hung on the left-hand brick wall. The light was extremely dim, barely illuminating one side of the road.

The end was pitch black, and I had no idea how long the corridor was.

Chen Ji stepped inside and smelled a stench of decay.

"What's burning is corpse oil."

Chen Yuetan glanced at the ever-burning lamp and said.

He did not turn on his flashlight, lest the bright light attract the attention of some creature.

Using the ever-burning lamplight, the group slowly walked forward. At first, Chen Ji was a little nervous, after all, this was the Tomb of the Source Corpse. Although the source corpses had dried up, they were still one of the original ghosts.

Moreover, the area outside is already extremely dangerous, even if it's just the area that's been eroded.

However, he quickly relaxed and calmed down.

Because there was nothing there.

We've been walking for ten minutes, and we still haven't reached the end of this corridor.

Only ever-burning lamps, blue bricks... it's very monotonous.

In the boundless silence, only the patter of footsteps could be heard.

Chen Ji's thoughts began to wander.

Zeng Guichuan and Mr. Wang have also been here, did they also enter through this corridor?

Although the entrance to the tomb spans three cities in southern Yunnan, it connects to the same space.

The gate, like the entrance to the domain river each time one enters the domain, is merely a symbol.

He once said he obtained a strand of hair from the tomb... Could it be that there are also hair ghosts here?

This thought immediately put Chen Ji on guard; he wondered what form the hair-wisp ghosts here actually took.

If it were just a few strands of hair, it would be easy to deal with, since he brought blue bricks and a little monkey.

But what if it's already in the cocoon stage, or even the more terrifying third stage... where the gray humanoid figure inside the cocoon has already taken shape?

The pen poked him.

"what happened?"

Chen Ji said quietly.

The pen pointed to the right.

Chen Ji was taken aback, because the ever-burning lamp was on the left and the right corridor was too dark, so they had been walking close to the left wall.

Squinting, Chen Ji turned his head to look.

A dark, indistinct mass...

His steps suddenly stopped.

In the dim light, he could vaguely see that the road on the right seemed to have widened.

Just a few meters away from them...

Several blurry figures stood there.