Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

As he spoke, Chen Yuetan had already walked to where his own silhouette stood.

His brows furrowed slightly.

The three figures, Chen Ji and his own, all appeared normal.

but.....

Looking at Wusu in the mirror, with half of his body charred, Chen Yuetan felt a chill run down his spine.

Even more terrifying was that Wusu's fair right side of his face, like the silhouettes of the others, was staring straight ahead.

But the other half of his face was carbonized...

His eyes rolled back, and his pupils tilted outward at a 45-degree angle in a terrifying manner, staring intently at the mirror.

“…”

Chen Yuetan remained silent.

He stared into that dark pupil for a long time before turning to look at Wusu.

Wusu stood not far away, mimicking Mr. Wang's actions like a little doorman, seemingly finding it very amusing.

There is nothing unusual about its appearance.

"What's the matter!"

As if sensing Chen Yuetan's gaze, Wusu swayed and walked over.

"....fine."

Chen Yuetan smiled faintly, walked up to Wusu, and picked him up.

He didn't let the child see the silhouette.

On the other side, Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought.

"uncle."

They continued walking, and Chen Ji asked, "Will there be even earlier silhouettes?"

如今已有8、90年代；2011年；2025年3个剪影。

This corresponds exactly to 3 doors.

Chen Yuetan shook his head; he wasn't sure either.

I don't know how long I walked, but the mirror reappeared...

They saw a woman.

He was around thirty years old, with a serious expression, and wearing a linen short shirt from the Republican era!

A curved knife hung at her side, and her walking posture was completely different from that of ordinary people. Her cloth shoes were almost firmly stuck to the ground, and her body was slightly leaning forward.

His temples were bulging, and his left hand was clenched tightly, but his knuckles were flat.

Chen Yuetan narrowed his eyes. He himself was also a fighter and could tell that this woman was a trained fighter.

But none of this works on ghosts...

He followed the woman's gaze and looked ahead.

All that could be seen ahead was a dark mass of people, with a dozen or so figures lined up in a row, all dressed in clothes from the Republican era.

The woman was looking at the leader at the very front.

"It's unbelievable that someone had already entered the tomb during the Republic of China era..."

Chen Ji murmured.

The large tomb is related to the Yuhe River.

The history of the Yuhe River is unknown, but its reach is immeasurable.

He didn't look closely at the people in the line, and walked straight to the person at the very front.

"Wearing a bamboo hat, his whole body was covered by a black robe, and he wasn't tall."

Chen Ji told his uncle about the team leader.

Chen Yuetan glanced at the woman at the end of the group and pondered, "Her relationship with the leader is unusual... she's probably like a bodyguard."

However, since they were able to enter the tomb, they should know that humans cannot kill ghosts.

So, who is this bodyguard targeting?

The two did not delve into it further, after all, a hundred years had passed, and whatever grudges they had, these people had long since turned to dust.

Chen Yuetan walked forward, no longer paying attention to the silhouette.

Only Chen Ji glanced at it again, wondering what the purpose of this group of people entering the tomb was.

His eyes swept over the people in the line.

Everyone moved in unison, completely different from the teams of the 80s, seemingly clear about their goals.

There were men and women, and several of them were wearing straw hats.

However, almost everyone turned their bodies slightly to the side, not exposing their backs completely to those behind them.

Their body language is very defensive.

A group of more than a dozen people from the Republic of China era.

The front section is led by a team leader, the rear section is led by bodyguards... and in the middle, everyone is on guard against each other.

Chen Ji suddenly felt that everyone in the team had ulterior motives.

He seemed to be deep in thought, and followed Chen Yuetan forward.

This silhouette from a hundred years ago is once again swallowed by darkness.

only.....

Whether it's Chen Ji, Chen Yuetan, or Wusu.

No one noticed.

In the very center of the Republic of China-era procession stood a boy wearing a straw hat, his face obscured by shadows.

He was wearing a drab gray short jacket and had a thin build.

The boy's body leaned further into the darkness beside him than the others.

He seemed aware of the mirror's existence and deliberately didn't want to be "frozen in time".

He is the only person who appears twice in the silhouette of this corridor.

Spanning a century.

If you get very close, you might be able to see it with a bit of difficulty...

On the boy's pale wrist, six-pointed stars were visible.

......

In the dimly lit corridor, no more silhouettes appeared ahead.

“…”

Chen Yuetan glanced at Chen Ji and could tell that he was in a state of turmoil.

"Still thinking about that Mr. Wang?"

Chen Ji forced a smile.

For some reason, after seeing the silhouette of the king, he couldn't control his thoughts.

I'm not sure if it's because of the feeling of being spied on before, or because of something else.

He had a deep-seated feeling that...

I have a subtle connection with Mr. Wang, as if there is an invisible thread binding us together.

Has he met this person before?

Stop thinking about it.

Chen Yuetan patted him on the shoulder, his tone unusually serious.

"Let's talk about any speculations after we go out."

"From now on, focus your attention on reality... or you'll die without even knowing how you died."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Chen Ji's head.

He immediately refocused his attention; what his uncle said, though harsh, was true.

"It's a little brighter up ahead."

The topic was not discussed further, and Chen Yuetan looked ahead.

This corridor should be coming to an end soon.

After a few minutes.

Their view finally opened up, and they arrived at an underground palace.

I don't know exactly how big it is; it was shrouded in shadow behind it.

In the very center of the underground palace were three lamps that were much larger than before, and the stench of corpses emanating from them was much stronger.

And directly in front of the ever-burning lamp....

Chen Ji's expression instantly turned wary.

A clump of hair, over two meters tall, blocked out most of the light.

Chen Yuetan looked at Chen Ji and silently moved his lips, as if to say:

Is this size normal?

Chen Ji shook his head.

This hair cocoon is much bigger than the one on the plane.

He had a vague sense of unease, so he quietly took out a blue brick from his bag and tentatively walked towards the cocoon.

The little monkey also jumped onto Chen Ji's shoulder.

Its button eyes twitched, and it looked somewhat puzzled.

As the distance shortened, Chen Ji's pace slowed down until he was less than half a meter away from the hair cocoon.

However.....

There was no movement at all when the cocoon formed.

Chen Ji was startled; the distance was now even closer, close enough for him to see clearly—

The hair was rough like withered grass, no longer black, but instead covered with a layer of gray.

It's as if all the nutrients in your hair have been completely drained.

But most importantly...

No parasite can be found on this cocoon.

Chen Ji's heart skipped a beat. He slowly moved to the other side, his pupils suddenly contracting—

What he just saw was the other side of the cocoon.

And the front.....

The inside of the cocoon was completely hollowed out, and a large hole was dug out of the outer shell, just like an eggshell that had been gnawed open by a chick.

But this time, it wasn't a bird that squeezed out of the eggshell.

The contents of the cocoon have come out.

Only three faint marks remain.

It is humanoid.