Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant.

The figure was the same.

After the white light disappeared, the dusty figure could no longer be seen on the vermilion wooden chair.

But this doesn't seem to be Yin Ziqin's imagination....

Wu Gong's face tightened, and he shoved Tan Xiangsong: "Quick, take the rest of the chairs away!"

After saying that, he picked up a chair in each hand and ran down to the corridor!

But they didn't take the first painted wooden chair.

Even though he was the closest.

The raindrops are getting denser.

It could pour down at any moment.

Among the four people moving a table on the other side, Chu Jing suddenly shouted, "Chang Hao!"

You are bleeding!

The wedding table was extremely heavy, and even four people could not carry it quickly. At this moment, they had just entered the courtyard and were still some distance from the corridor!

As the three men watched in horror, a stream of blood suddenly flowed from Chang Hao's nostrils, flowing very quickly and staining the rainwater on his face red!

Chang Hao was utterly devastated!

The instant Chu Jing uttered those words, he felt a sharp pain coming from deep within his nasal cavity, as if the blood vessels inside had suddenly burst.

why? !

He didn't do anything.

Chang Hao looked around in panic, but saw nothing unusual!

Only the red light from the lanterns, filtering through the misty rain, illuminated the surroundings in a crimson glow...

wrong!

It wasn't a lantern, it was his eyes... bleeding too!

Chang Hao's expression was extremely terrifying!

The four streams of blood were constantly being washed away by the rain, but the flow was too rapid and they continued to gush out, as if the blood was flowing from all seven orifices!

At the same moment, his eyeballs throbbed with pain as if they were about to burst, and involuntarily, Chang Hao loosened his grip.

The table slammed down instantly, but Du Tingfeng immediately lifted it up, shouting angrily, "Don't let go—"

"If the table stays here, we'll all die!"

"Chang Hao, watch your step!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Chang Hao glanced at the ground with difficulty and suddenly understood why it had to be him!

because....

His side was the last to be painted.

The vermilion lacquer on the table belly and half of the table leg was washed onto the ground by the rain, turning into a pool of blood.

Whenever the paint chips, people facing the same direction will bleed... first the nasal cavity, then the eyeballs—

Chang Hao immediately lifted the table and, braving the increasingly heavy rain, ran desperately with the others towards the corridor!

The vermilion lacquer is still peeling off.

It has spread to the desktop.

Chang Hao felt a metallic taste in his throat and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood; at the same moment, Chen Ji and Chu Jing's nasal cavities also ruptured instantly, and blood gushed out!

Four people, three of whom had blood on their faces, looking extremely ferocious!

And at this moment, only one minute had passed since the first raindrop fell!

Only Du Tingfeng's side was unharmed.

Therefore, he had to shoulder the heaviest weight when the other three unconsciously loosened their grip.

Chang Hao realized that he was bleeding internally.

He felt his strength draining away rapidly... The massive blood loss made his head spin and his consciousness blur; blood foam was uncontrollably spilling from his mouth.

The table in my hands is getting heavier and heavier—

Suddenly, a splashing sound of water being splashed appeared beside him, and Chang Hao instantly felt his hand become lighter!

It's Yin Ziqin!

Yin Ziqin had just placed the chairs under the eaves when she rushed over to help them move the table!

With the help of one more person, everyone's speed increased significantly.

A dozen seconds later, the group worked together to carry the table into the corridor.

Rain also

Everyone's face was covered in blood.

Even Yin Ziqin bled from her eyes and nose the moment she touched the wedding table, unconsciously sharing Chang Hao's injuries.

The moment the wedding table was blocked by the eaves, all the pain in Chang Hao's body disappeared.

The damage already done left him pale and weak all over.

This is an unavoidable consequence of losing too much blood in a short period of time.

But at least... he survived.

Chang Hao collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, before he noticed the other two people on the side.

Jiang Zhong, Wu Gong.

The chairs that the two of them carried with Yin Ziqin had long been in the corridor, but they did nothing about them.

Jiang Zhong also looked somewhat uncomfortable, deliberately avoiding Chang Hao's cold gaze.

Wu Gong didn't care. He was standing in front of the wedding table, casually examining the lacquer.

And that Tan Xiangsong....

They live in the same house as me, yet they treat me like I don't exist.

Chang Hao struggled to his feet, looked around, and suddenly froze.

What about Tan Xiangsong?

Including myself, there were only seven people on the corridor!

Chang Hao was about to ask a question when he noticed that the people carrying the table were all looking towards the door—

His expression was extremely solemn.

His heart sank suddenly.

Following everyone's gaze, Chang Hao looked towards the door, his heart skipping a beat.

Heavy rain.

Through the curtain of water, he could vaguely see... in front of the open door.

A figure was struggling in a chair.

.....

As raindrops fall.

Six chairs were set up. Yin Ziqin and Wu Gong each took two, while Jiang Zhong had already run away carrying a paint bucket and tools.

The thunder that had just sounded startled Tan Xiangsong.

Tan Xiangsong felt increasingly uneasy.

He was the least experienced person in the domain this time.

Sanhuai Village was his first domain of intermediate difficulty...

The Yuhe Forum says that the first three Yuhe trials are beginner level, but even in those three trials, Tan Xiangsong barely escaped death!

The others this time had been trying about the same number of times... Wu Gong had even reached his 8th Domain Entrance! Heaven knows how he managed to be matched with these veteran Domain Entrants!

Tan Xiangsong subconsciously gave up on independent thinking and chose to follow the pace of others.

He didn't miss the hint of surprise in Yin Ziqin's eyes just now.

Could it be that something happened that I wasn't aware of?

While he was thinking, Tan Xiangsong had already put away the last chair and ran towards their first painted wooden chair. Fortunately, the rain was still light!

But at that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The four people carrying the table not far away... Blood was actually flowing from Chang Hao's nose!

Beneath their feet, the rainwater turned crimson, gradually forming blood pits!

Tan Xiangsong immediately got goosebumps on his arms. It seemed that this was the danger. Without saying a word, he grabbed the back of the chair and was about to run down to the corridor!

The chair didn't move.

Ok?

Tan Xiangsong pulled hard.

Useless.

The chair looked as if it were nailed to the ground.

Tan Xiangsong's scalp tingled instantly!

No.....

wrong!

He wasn't nailed to the ground; rather, he lacked the strength to lift the chair!

Just like that time with the donkey cart, there was a ghost on it!

Tan Xiangsong's instincts overcame his fear in an instant. He immediately dropped the other chair in his hand and instinctively ran towards the door!

But he didn't take a single step.

A sudden, cold sensation came from my abdomen.

Two unseen hands reached out from behind...

They squeezed his clothes so tightly they dented inwards.

With immense strength, they dragged Tan Xiangsong back...

"No! Save me!"

Tan Xiangsong screamed in fear, but his voice was drowned out by the sudden downpour.

Bang!

He plopped down on the red chair.