Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

This immediately reminded Chen Ji of Hua Yilan.

"Chang Hao".

Chen Ji beckoned: "Come here and smell this. Did Hua Yilan have this smell on her before she was taken away?"

"smell?"

Chang Hao walked over, deliberately avoiding looking at the wedding chair, and sniffed it a few times.

His brows gradually furrowed.

"What's wrong? Isn't that right?" Chen Ji was taken aback, noticing Chang Hao's hesitation.

"...It's hard to say." Chang Hao gave an ambiguous answer: "It's not quite the same."

He thought for a moment before saying:

"How should I describe the scent of Hua Yilan? It's like the fresh fragrance of dew falling from the tips of grass as you stroll along a country road in the early morning."

Currently, Chang Hao is the only remaining Domain Entrant in the Zhou family.

He had to describe every detail of the time accurately, as thoroughly as possible.

This poetic passage is not his style, but it was his first impression upon hearing it for the first time.

“…”

I think I understand, but I also think I don't.

Chen Ji was speechless for a moment.

"This description is good, but are there any more realistic metaphors?"

"The smell of a lawnmower after it's finished mowing." Chang Hao clicked his tongue. "Fresh, crisp, you get it?"

Chen Ji nodded, then turned his gaze to the back of the chair.

Then he understood.

They are definitely different.

Chang Hao said, "They all smell like grass, but this one smells a bit rotten, like it's decaying."

Du Tingfeng warned, "With so much blood, the stench might confuse your senses."

This is also true.

“No.” Chang Hao shook his head: “There is another difference: Hua Yilan’s grassy scent is very strong.”

Tan Xiangsong's was almost inaudible.

Assuming it was because of the rain... but the rain stopped immediately after Tan Xiangsong died, didn't it?

The rain came quickly and went quickly.

This made Chen Ji begin to doubt his previous guesses. However, Wu Gong, who was standing to the side, said it accurately:

"The scent of green grass is a harbinger of death."

"Whoever gets chosen will develop this smell."

Chen Ji remained silent, listening quietly to Wu Gong's words.

Wu Gongdao said, "Because he died, the scent dissipated, while Hua Yilan's scent was strong because she was still alive at that time."

After giving a brief explanation, he tugged at the leather back of the chair and walked back to the corridor on his own.

The people present all seemed to be deep in thought.

Chen Ji gave Du Tingfeng a wink, and the two walked to the side.

"Don't you think what he said was too general?" Du Tingfeng asked.

"The first sentence may be correct, but Hua Yilan was captured by the Black Goat, while Tan Xiangsong was killed by a ghost."

Chen Ji nodded slightly: "Yes."

"There's another crucial issue... that ghost this morning didn't pay any attention to Tan Xiangsong at all."

At the time, everyone compared them, and in terms of the degree to which he had been touched by a ghost, Tan Xiangsong could only be considered average.

At that time, the ghost only touched him with its hair, which was even less than what Jiang Zhong and Chang Hao did.

Even Du Tingfeng, who held the chips, had his arm pinched. Wasn't this much more dangerous than Tan Xiangsong?

“I still believe the ghost’s purpose is to replace people,” Chen Ji thought. “Its actions are quite obvious. If it were just for killing people, there would have been no need for it to do that this morning.”

Chen Ji could never forget the moment his mouth was pried open.

It was like inspecting livestock.

"Why did the ghost want to kill him?" Du Tingfeng frowned. It all came down to this question.

Everyone was working as a team. The only unusual thing was that Tan Xiangsong bled while chopping wood.

But if this is taboo, then it's too much of a matter of luck.

Chen Ji thought it had nothing to do with this, after all, he had stepped on the bones, but nothing happened to him.

However, to verify this, we can only wait for the second round of logging tomorrow.

Without another word, the two returned to the corridor, where the others were already standing silently wiping the tables.

Although the sudden downpour was brief, it severely slowed down the progress.

One of the wedding chairs is now unusable.

Left with no other choice, they had to fight one more person.

At this time, the sky was dark and the sun was completely covered by dark clouds; they had no way of knowing how much time was left.

After quickly assembling the new chairs and touching up the paint, the aroma of someone's cooking wafted into the house; it was already dinnertime.

Even Jiang Zhong had no appetite and just wanted to finish his work for the day as soon as possible.

Only the final step remains: to paint the character for "happiness" in white paint.

Written by Yin Ziqin.

Glancing at Tan Xiangsong at the door, Yin Ziqin felt a pang of sorrow, a sense of shared grief.

She sighed silently.

Even though I've entered the realm so many times, it's still hard for me to accept the fate of others' deaths.

But what could she do? She couldn't even protect herself.

Without powerful monsters, everyone is just an ant.

Looking at Wu Gong's smiling face, Yin Ziqin thought to herself that once this domain ends, she will have paid back all her debts.

After obtaining the last "terracotta figurine," she would never have anything to do with the other party again.

She pursed her lips tightly, holding a calligraphy brush in her hand...

The character "喜" (happiness) was written on the vermilion lacquer.

The handwriting is messy, and with the white paint, it looks more like the character "奠" (diàn, meaning "offering" or "condolence") at first glance.

.....

All the woodwork is now completely finished.

Everyone sat down on the porch in a daze, watching the raindrops drip from the eaves like a beaded curtain.

A few minutes later, Ah Jian appeared by the door. As he passed Tan Xiangsong's body, his body jolted violently.

I almost tripped over the threshold.

“Look, he’s closed his eyes; he’s afraid to look.” Wu Gong narrowed his eyes, saying meaningfully, “He’s still a relatively normal ‘person’.”

No one said a word.

Ah Jian approached, her face pale and her expression grim.

He paused for a few seconds before asking, "Want to eat?"

Jiang Zhong's eyes flashed: "Can I not eat?"

"Ah."

Ah Jian nodded listlessly: "Those who want to eat, go to the kitchen. I'll cook the noodles."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jiang Zhong stood up immediately, followed by Chen Ji and the other two from the Li residence.

Except for Wu Gong, everyone else followed A Jian to the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty.

It didn't have the gamey smell of mutton; I wonder if it had been cleaned before.

Ah Jian took a packet of rested dough out of the pot, casually rolled it out and cut it into strips, and quickly cooked several bowls of vegetarian noodles, sprinkling a few scallions on top.

Upon observation, it was confirmed that there was absolutely no mutton involved in the entire process.

However, it was only after A-Jian ate first that the other entrants started to eat; after all, Chang Hao had mentioned that A-Jian knew that eating meat would turn him into a gray sheep.

The noodles were bland, but still quite filling.

In the silence, Ah Jian finished her noodles with slurping sounds and said softly:

"We'll build a stage tomorrow."

"Someone will take you back later."