Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Ah Jian left directly.

Chen remained silent, not daring to ask about the red cloth, because he couldn't yet determine who had embroidered it for A-Jian.

In any case, he will see that woman again today, and he will observe her then.

"A stage?" Chu Jing put down her chopsticks, lost in thought. "How come it's getting further and further away from what's needed for a wedding?"

None of the items needed for the wedding banquet, such as sedan chairs, wedding beds, and dressing tables, were built.

"This is a huge project... Can it be completed in half a day?"

Also, is the wood from one locust tree enough to build the entire stage?

The faces of everyone were grim.

“It should be a small table.” Du Tingfeng tapped his chopsticks idly. “However, I think we should change our mindset.”

"There are indeed grand weddings... but the celebration banquet may not necessarily be for this."

Chen Ji nodded; he shared the same thought.

The main problem is that all the carpentry work was overseen by the "Zhou family," which had no connection to either of the two families involved in the wedding.

And there's that white single "囍" character.

The wedding may just be one part of the celebration.

“Whether it’s a wedding banquet or a wedding feast, one thing is certain,” Chang Hao said bluntly, “it’s for ghosts.”

Everyone agreed that the wedding banquet on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month would be the most difficult day of this event.

Assuming that cutting down a tree really does produce one ghost, then there will be three; at the same time, there will also be two ghosts from the Li family.

“The wedding table has six chairs, five of which are for ghosts,” Du Tingfeng said. “Assuming these are for the ghosts, then there’s one chair left.”

Their first thought was of a black goat, but the chair's design was clearly for people to sit on.

Since it was impossible to determine how many black goats there were, and whether the black goats and the locust tree ghost overlapped, Yin Ziqin believed that the last chair was reserved for the madman.

"The mourner... the shepherd," she murmured. "It's probably him."

"However, he hasn't shown up much today..."

At this point, Jiang Zhong's expression suddenly turned serious.

His eyes flashed as if he had suddenly understood something, and he stood up abruptly: "I understand."

"The Black Goat and the Ghost share the same goal: to replace people, but they appear at different times!"

"Ghosts only appear during the day, while the black goat—no, perhaps a madman—can only enter the village at night!"

Assuming Jiang Zhong's speculation is true, then they are just as dangerous at night... A look of seriousness appeared in everyone's eyes.

“I suspect the goats can’t see us during the day,” Jiang Zhong continued. “That would explain why the black goats didn’t react when Tan Xiangsong made such a commotion this morning.”

"And why don't they come to us during the day?"

"And its pupils are vertical, which you may not know, but animals with vertical pupils have higher visual sensitivity in the dark!"

He gave several examples, such as foxes and cats, which have good eyesight in the dark.

This hypothesis perfectly explains the goat's unusual behavior.

Chang Hao's expression changed abruptly after hearing Jiang Zhong's words.

Of the three houses, he was undoubtedly in the most danger, because he was the only one left in the Zhou house!

Damn it.....

Chang Hao's breathing was heavy; his thoughts when he first entered the domain had indeed come true!

One, Hua Yilan, was kidnapped at the beginning, and the other, Tan Xiangsong, just as he had guessed, lost his life early on!

This has put Chang Hao in an extremely awkward situation. He can't take turns keeping watch like the other people in the house, and he has to endure it all by himself.

Moreover, he asked Ah Jian if he could change houses during dinner, but the other party ignored him.

Everyone fell silent and continued eating their noodles, each lost in their own thoughts.

A moment later...

They had finished eating their noodles and quite some time had passed, but they still hadn't seen anyone to take them back to their house.

Chen Ji suddenly looked towards the door.

"somebody is coming."

The rain outside is getting heavier again.

Through the rain, a figure slowly approached... but it wasn't Ah Jian!

It is Wu Gong.

Were they sent to call them out?

Wu Gong somehow acquired an oil-paper umbrella, slowly walked into the kitchen, and looked around.

Wu Gong's brows furrowed suddenly: "Where's A-Jian?"

"He left long ago." Yin Ziqin was taken aback: "You didn't see him?"

Wu Gong said he had been standing at the door of the side room the whole time, but he didn't see anyone at all.

This proves that Ah Jian is still in the house.

And Xiao Yan didn't come either.

"It's past 7 PM," Wu Gong said. "It's almost 8 PM, and no one has come to pick us up yet. Has something happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps in the rain, along with a few roars, which were muffled by the rain.

Ah Jian?

They exchanged glances and immediately went outside. As they drew closer, they heard Ah Jian shout at the top of her lungs:

"Walk--"

"Hurry up, come with me out of the house!!"

He was soaked to the bone by the rain, but his face was extremely tense. He rushed to the crowd in a few steps.

"What happened? What's going on?" Chu Jing asked, her voice hoarse.

"Just go back, don't ask so many questions!"

Ah Jian shouted impatiently and turned to leave.

Very fast.

Everyone was completely confused. When they ran to the east wing, A-Jian pushed Chang Hao into the room.

The wedding chair, still covered in flesh, and Tan Xiangsong's corpse were dragged to the ground outside the courtyard and the side room.

Immediately afterwards, Ah Jian led the remaining people out the door and slammed it shut.

Chen Ji watched all of this, lost in thought.

Why were they being rushed out like that... just to lock the door?

Are the other companies the same?

as predicted.

A-Jian led them all the way to the Zheng family's residence. As soon as the bewildered Wu Gong and the others entered, the vermilion gate of the Zheng residence was slammed shut.

The last one is the Li family.

Ah Jian kept walking, urging them, "Hurry up!"

"Once the door is locked, you'll all be out in the rain tonight!"

Chu Jing ran breathlessly, asking somewhat dejectedly, "Why didn't you take us away sooner?"

After finishing their meal, they stayed in the kitchen for at least an hour without being bothered.

Ah Jian didn't say anything.

While the others hurried along, Chen Ji suddenly stopped.

"Let's go!" Ah Jian suddenly turned her head, her expression annoyed.

"Stop what?!"

"Your red cloth has fallen off," Chen Ji said softly.

As he spoke, he handed the red cloth he had just picked up to Ah Jian.

Ah Jian was taken aback.

He glanced at Chen Ji from head to toe, stuffed the mud-stained red cloth into his coat, and turned away.

But he didn't urge Chen Ji any further.

Chen Ji followed behind him, completely confirming his guess.

That's a handkerchief.

It definitely belongs to her.

The group finally arrived at the Li residence, where Li Fengxiu was standing under the eaves, staring at them coldly.

"Come in."

After saying that, she went into the courtyard.

Ah Jian also left like the wind, brushing past Chen Ji...

The three of them stepped into the Li residence, and the next second, the vermilion gate was slammed shut and the gate shutters were pulled down.

Chen Ji was in a state of confusion and allowed Li Fengxiu to push him into the side room...

The words Ah Jian had spoken as she passed by him still echoed in his ears.

The sound was very soft, almost inaudible under the sound of rain.

"The master has changed his mind."

"You will build a sheepfold tomorrow."