Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Unlike the tacit understanding among the others, Wu Gong simply followed the rules at the Zhou residence.

His idea is actually very simple.

Rather than risk being discovered, it's better to simply reinforce the door according to the blueprints.

This actually saves more effort.

Comparing the wooden door frame to his own, Wu Gong squinted and began to ponder his next plan.

He knew very well that his scheme wouldn't last long; the scent of grass on his body had disappeared, which proved that the long-haired ghost on the donkey cart had replaced Jiang Zhong.

The contents of the phone were irrelevant to Wu Gong.

He never intended to really investigate the background of this domain... After all, the domain had made it clear that the goal was to survive the wedding feast!

So what if someone else dies in my place? It's not like we're automatically cooperating just because we're in the same arena.

"The reason Tan Xiangsong died... was because the first ghost smelled the grass on me and became suspicious."

Wu Gong shook his head, feeling that his first attempt at framing someone was not cautious enough. Fortunately, he had a backup plan.

The real reason for instructing Jiang Zhong to take the phone was not to obtain clues, but to expose Jiang Zhong alone to the ghost's sight!

Wu Gong continued working.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly. "Hmm?"

A sound that only Wu Gong could hear came from the pendant hidden in his clothes.

He looked around to make sure no one was there before taking out the pendant.

There was a small terracotta figurine hanging there.

The terracotta figurine is dressed in ancient clothing, its eyes are covered with a cloth, and its mouth is opening and closing.

Scrape the door.

Wu Gong's expression fluctuated almost imperceptibly. After being in the domain for so long, the "terracotta figurine" had finally pointed out the first clue!

He immediately followed the instructions, picked up a file, and scraped off a layer of vermilion paint from the original vermilion door.

A strong smell of rotting wood wafted over.

The wooden planks inside the vermilion lacquer were exposed to the air, and the interior was riddled with holes from insects. Within half a month, they would be completely unusable.

"The original door was also made of locust wood. Where did it come from?"

He murmured silently.

Staring intently at the terracotta figure, the blindfolded miniature soon answered his question:

[The back mountain.]

This answer did not surprise Wu Gong, because the locust tree they cut down was also at the foot of the back mountain.

However, this door took so long to build, so it probably wasn't made from the wood they chopped, right?

Wu Gong was still somewhat confused.

In this realm, only he and Yin Ziqin knew the purpose of the "terracotta figurines".

Because this is a strange object left behind by one of their teammates in the previous domain!

No, to be precise, the "terracotta figurine" shouldn't belong to that entrant either... Wu Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the evasive manner the person used when mentioning the "terracotta figurine," and already had a guess.

This strange object, which Yin Ziqin had always dreamed of, was named: [Prophet].

Unlike other strange objects, the [Prophet] comes with no instructions upon acquisition.

Wu Gong only knew that this strange creature was extremely sparing with its words and could not be used on its own.

But every time you speak, it's a clue that increases your "progress." Once you reach a certain stage, you'll receive an instruction that's linked to clearing the level!

Suddenly, Wu Gong's eyes lit up, and he stared intently at the terracotta figurine in his hand!

The terracotta figurine raised its hand; this superfluous movement proved that the first stage had been reached.

Pointing in one direction.

That was a crucial clue to survival.

After that, the terracotta figurine stopped moving.

Wu Gong smiled slightly, having already made his plans, and hid the terracotta figurine again.

Humming a little tune, he continued working, but his eyes would occasionally glance towards the horizon.

The shadowy silhouette of the mountain behind was faintly visible in the rain and mist.

at the foot of the mountain.

Chu Jing looked back towards the village through the rain.

The new door has already been installed for her and Chen Ji.

They were completed almost simultaneously.

The two tried pushing it, but it didn't budge; it was definitely enough to pass the inspection.

"can not tell."

Chen Ji said, "I drilled the hole from the bottom."

The two stared at the new sheep pen door before them. It appeared sturdy and intact on the surface, but its interior had actually been hollowed out.

The door hinges had also been tampered with.

With today's carpentry work finished, Chu Jing got busy again, starting to examine the bodies of Chang Hao and Jiang Zhong.

However, no other strange objects were found.

Chen Ji believes that even if it existed, it was taken away; the Bashe (a type of snake) escaped into Jiang Zhong's mouth on its own because it was a living creature.

However, it eventually ended up in Chen Ji's hands.

The snake was placed in a separate bag.

Because, half an hour earlier, the pen had already been proudly displaying its new, gold-inlaid, and ornate body, making a solemn declaration:

[Take it further away]

Don't come near me.

It's so filthy!

Chen respected the pen's wishes and put the snake and the monkey together, since they were both animals.

It didn't take long.

There was a snap.

It was Chu Jing who reminded Chen Ji that the Bashe had fallen to the ground.

Looking back, all I could see was the giant snake writhing laboriously on the ground, its body dented in the middle, as if it had been pinched by something...

Ultimately, the Bashe snake was placed in a separate location.

Chen Ji felt like Doraemon, always pulling things out of his pockets, so he had to wear work pants with lots of pockets.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Chen Ji sat alone on the ground, waiting for A-Jian to arrive...

A fountain pen was his constant companion.

During this mission, Chen Ji did not use any strange objects, especially the pen, because it was not yet time to use them.

【I am bored】

[Lack of sense of participation]

"Wouldn't it be better to take a break?" Chen Ji said softly.

Having gone so long without a fountain pen, his mindset has changed. For Chen Ji now, the fountain pen is more of a companion and a source of psychological support.

He knew that, at least with the pen, nothing was irreversible.

【o】

I'm going to sleep now.

Call me if you need anything.

After saying that, the pen went into his pocket by itself and stopped moving.

Chen Ji smiled and continued to gaze at the road leading into the village.

I don't know how much time passed...

Chen Ji glanced at his watch and frowned: "Chu Jing, it's been five hours since we arrived here."

But Ah Jian still hasn't appeared.

"Something happened to him?" Chu Jing also realized something was wrong and felt a vague unease.

The two decided to wait another twenty minutes.

If no one comes yet, go back by yourself.

But as soon as they finished discussing it, their expressions suddenly changed, and they looked straight at that road!

A figure appeared and disappeared in the rain and mist.

They didn't come this way.

If he's about 1.5 meters tall, then he's definitely not A-Jian, Chang Hao, or Jiang Zhong!

A flash of inspiration struck Chen Ji, and he immediately ran toward the figure, with Chu Jing close behind!

The man darted away like a startled rabbit, turning left and right, but his final destination seemed to be the jungle on the back mountain!

"Hua Yilan!"

Chen Ji shouted, "Don't be afraid, we're teammates!"