Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Tan Xiangsong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This wasn't just psychological; there was a real, chilling aura that traveled up his tailbone and spread throughout his body...

He sat on the ghost!

Tan Xiangsong's body trembled violently. He couldn't understand why the ghost had chosen him out of all people!

The other four chairs were easily taken away, weren't they?

Is the problem with this chair?

Did he break some taboo while hitting the chair?

No, that's impossible. All four of them touched that chair!

If the problem was with the lacquer, then why was Wu Gong unharmed? Tan Xiangsong asked himself, "Every step of applying the vermilion lacquer was done exactly according to the blueprints and alongside Wu Gong..."

Tan Xiangsong's mind was in complete chaos; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what the problem was!

And that cool hand had already slid down his abdomen, all the way down his chest and neck...

It stopped on her cheek and gently stroked it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier... Tan Xiangsong felt a chill run through his body and soul.

Suddenly, his heart stopped for a second.

It hurts!

The ghost's hand began to scratch his face frantically, as if it had been angered by something!

Tan Xiangsong's face was instantly torn off in several pieces, causing him to cry from the pain.

Why is the ghost so angry?

He didn't do anything!

"what!!"

Tan Xiangsong screamed in agony as his left eye went black instantly, and a sharp pain shot through his nerves into his brain!

His only remaining eye saw something that horrified him...

A round eyeball fell to the ground.

The ghost not only ripped out his face, but also gouged out his eyes!

"Wu Gong—Chang Hao—Help me!!!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Tan Xiangsong frantically cried for help, but before he could finish speaking, a piece of flesh was torn off his cheek, exposing half of his gum to the air!

No one noticed him.

Oh, right... Chang Hao is bleeding too!

What about Wu Gong? Didn't Wu Gong realize he wasn't there?!

He's the one who made me move this chair!

Wu Gong deliberately didn't come!

Tan Xiangsong felt utterly desolate; he could rely on no one and no one could help him!

Now he hates himself so much from a few days ago when he was browsing the forums before entering the domain... He clearly saw posts selling strange items, but he couldn't bring himself to buy them.

We can only save ourselves!

And it was at this moment...

The ghost's hands slowly retreated.

It seemed to have vented its resentment, and Tan Xiangsong's stomach relaxed, and the other ghostly hand disappeared as well.

It's now!

Despite the excruciating pain, Tan Xiangsong gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up!

Freed from his restraints, he rushed straight into the door without the slightest hesitation—

One foot has already crossed the threshold!

.....Um?

.....

In the corridor.

Yin Ziqin held her breath.

The rain is getting heavier...

In the cold wind, the rain, carrying a fishy smell, slowly drifted into her nostrils.

This smell doesn't belong to anyone in the corridor.

"Tan Xiangsong is being haunted by a ghost!"

Chang Hao murmured solemnly.

Only the figure constantly swaying in the rain proved that Tan Xiangsong was not dead yet.

Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng exchanged a glance, both of them filled with deep confusion.

How could it be Tan Xiangsong?

Yin Ziqin had already told them about the gray shadow on the chair, but Chen Ji thought this taboo was being taken too lightly!

Just touching a chair will get you haunted by a ghost?

Everyone pulled the donkey cart that morning, so how come no one is alright?

"I gonna go see."

Chen pondered deeply.

He had a pen warning, making him safer than others, and tentatively took a step outside.

The rainwater immediately soaked into his trousers, chilling him to the bone.

But nothing else happened.

It's fine as long as you don't bring the wedding table and chairs.

Once Chen Ji confirmed this, he stepped out of the corridor and was immediately hit with a bucket of cold water – the rain was just too heavy!

He heard the sound of splashing water behind him, and Du Tingfeng and Chu Jing followed.

"Tan—"

As soon as Chen Ji opened his mouth to shout, rainwater filled his mouth, and his voice was drowned out by the sound of the rain.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he stopped walking.

Tan Xiangsong stood up!

He wasn't killed by the ghost; somehow, he escaped his captivity!

Tan Xiangsong rushed towards the door like a madman, one foot already over the threshold—

Then, it stopped abruptly.

Like a sculpture, it stood frozen at the entrance.

Everyone was stunned.

Why... did he stop running?

Rumbling--

A sudden clap of thunder rang out, and Yin Ziqin's expression changed drastically. Lightning was coming again!

This time...

Will she ever see the ghost in its physical form again?

The blinding white light illuminated the entire courtyard!

Yin Ziqin's mouth opened uncontrollably, and the next second, her whole body trembled violently like a sieve!

She saw it....

The entrance was like a living hell.

The ground looked as if a huge bucket of vermilion lacquer had been splashed on it. Tan Xiangsong had lost more blood than the four men who had moved the chairs combined!

What exactly were his injuries?

Chen Ji was shocked and stared ahead in disbelief!

His position was closer to the door than anyone else's.

And that's why he saw it with his own eyes...

On Tan Xiangsong's face, one eye socket was hollowed out, and his gums and bones were exposed to the rain.

But this was not the cause of Tan Xiangsong's death.

Yes... Tan Xiangsong is dead.

The manner of death is that half of the skin and flesh of the body peels off in one second.

In the instant the lightning flashed, Chen Ji realized what the red blanket-like thing on the wedding chair was.

The skin and flesh on the back of Tan Xiangsong.

He did escape from the chair... but the entire back half of his skin was stuck to the chair back, seat, and legs; along with half of his scalp, it was all ripped off the moment Tan Xiangsong stood up.

The torrential rain suddenly subsided.

The raindrops were no longer so dense, and after a few minutes, only fine, misty rain remained.

The group slowly approached the door...

Everyone saw Tan Xiangsong's body with their own eyes; one hand was still clinging to the door.

Chang Hao breathed heavily and was the first to walk past the corpse, unable to resist glancing back at Tan Xiangsong's back.

With just one glance, Chang Hao immediately closed his eyelids and stiffly turned his head away.

Chen Ji lowered his eyes and walked to the wedding chair.

This time, after holding back for so long... they finally made their move.

Hua Yilan's fate is unknown; she may be replaced.

Tan Xiangsong was the first person they confirmed dead with their own eyes... and he died so tragically.

So, what taboo did he break?

Chen Ji sniffed.

He walked around the wedding chair and, from behind it, very faintly smelled a faint scent of grass.