Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Three sticks of incense, lit at some unknown time, emitted a pungent smell and quietly drifted from the table into Chen Ji's hand.

"Ow!"

Liu Zi's mouth seemed unable to open, and he suddenly let out a few muffled growls.

Chen Ji immediately turned his head and saw that Liu Zi was motionless on the Eight Immortals Chair.

He still wore that creepy smile, but his eyes were moving with difficulty.

Liu Zi's eyes seemed to be telling Chen Ji...

Do not worship!

After he was certain that Chen Ji had seen his hint, he turned his eyes to the left again.

In that direction, there were two empty eight-person chairs.

crunch--

One of them suddenly made the sound of wooden legs moving.

There are people up there!

A person Chen Ji cannot see!

Chen Ji immediately turned his head away, not daring to look any longer, only keeping an eye on the two chairs out of the corner of his eye.

Soon, another chair shook violently, as if someone had sat on it as well.

Chen Ji immediately felt the hairs on the left side of his body stand on end, as if someone was looking at him from that direction.

He knows...

Now, there are two ghosts in this house...

He's staring intently at himself as he burns incense!

Chen Ji kept his upper body straight, without bending down, his brain working frantically!

Liu Zi's condition already indicated that there must have been a trick involved in the incense offering process.

How do we escape?

Who are the ghosts on those two chairs?

One of them is Zhang Zhaodi, the old woman in the portrait in front of them who instructed the visitors to offer incense.

What about the other one?

Just then, two voices suddenly came from Chen Ji's left.

One was the voice of an old woman, hoarse and aged, as she sighed heavily.

The second one was... a man's voice?

He clicked his tongue, seemingly getting impatient.

Just as the second sound appeared, Chen Ji's hand, which felt like shackles on his ankle, clenched again.

"hiss--"

Chen Ji instantly felt as if the scalded wound on his ankle was being dug open and torn apart by sharp fingernails!

There can be no further delay.

He gritted his teeth, held three incense sticks in his hand, and bowed down!

The pain in my foot has lessened somewhat.

"Uh-huh!"

Liu Zi suddenly started growling wildly!

Chen Ji took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and stared directly at Zhang Zhaodi's portrait in front of him.

His heart clenched so hard it almost stopped beating!

The portrait has changed.

No, it was Zhang Zhaodi's expression and movements that changed!

Her lips, which had been tightly clenched, now curved downwards into a sorrowful arc, slightly parted, and her resentful eyes widened to their maximum!

His expression was like that of a demon!

At the same time, below the portrait, two pairs of thin, age-spotted hands appeared...

It looks like it's about to reach out from the picture frame!

In an instant, Chen Ji already knew the outcome after bowing three times.

He will be killed by Zhang Zhaodi in this portrait!

You'll die if you worship him.

This is the process that ghosts inevitably go through when they kill someone.

Why not worship?

Will he end up like Liu Zi, forever trapped on that eight-immortal chair?

Chen Ji was caught in a dilemma, unsure of what to do.

Although he had two strange creatures, the monkey doll's abilities were completely useless at this moment.

Given the current lack of any clear clues, can the pen's life-altering ability truly succeed?

Moreover, in Chen Ji's plan, the fountain pen should be used in the later stages of this domain.

If used now, the pen will go into a dormant period, which could very well disrupt Chen Ji's original plan.

He roughly estimated what he would encounter in the next ten minutes and gave up using the pen.

"Cough, cough..."

Zhang Zhaodi coughed as she sat on the octagonal chair.

Chen Ji heard the sound of someone patting his back.

He glanced again at Zhang Zhaodi's face in the portrait; wrinkled skin hung on her high cheekbones, and a strange guess suddenly came to his mind...

There must be a reason why this handwritten draft is here.

Without further hesitation, Chen Ji bowed down again.

When she looked up again, Zhang Zhaodi's hand in the portrait was already raised to her chest.

Her face has been completely demonized!

His expression was extremely ferocious!

With just one final bow, the evil spirit in the portrait will be able to crawl out of the frame!

Liu Zi stopped making any noise.

Chen Ji turned his head and looked at the first eight-immortal chair on the left. The male voice from earlier had come from there.

"I think your ghost stories are scary."

He said, touching his arm, as if he had goosebumps all over his body.

The two chairs were completely silent.

Chen Ji spoke again, his voice sincere.

"Especially the story about the [abnormality], I was terrified after reading it."

The restraints on my feet suddenly loosened a little, I don't know when.

Chen Ji stood up, picked up the first draft from the altar, and opened it.

His pupils contracted sharply, but his expression remained unchanged.

Liu Zi stared blankly as Chen Ji walked up to him, his disbelief gradually turning into astonishment at learning the truth!

"Liu Zi, you spent all night reading that ghost story book last night. Did you also think it was very well written?"

Chen Ji said, frantically winking at Liu Zi.

“Ugh—huh!”

Liu Zi's mouth, which had been unable to open, was suddenly freed, and he immediately gasped for breath!

Not daring to waste a second, he quickly put on a trembling expression and said in a shaking voice:

"Don't even mention it, it scared me so much I was afraid to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night!"

A sinister laugh came from the octagonal chair.

Chen Ji and Liu Zi exchanged a glance, and to each other's astonishment, they knelt on the ground again.

This time, he didn't open his eyes, but silently recited the Rebirth Mantra from the recording:

"Namo Amitabha Night..."

Chen Ji closed his eyes tightly, bowed three times devoutly, and whispered:

May Aunt Zhang ascend to paradise soon.

"May you have no suffering or disaster in your next life."

Then, with his head bowed, he inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Liu Zi stared intently at the portrait... but in the blink of an eye, the photo changed again!

Zhang Zhaodi's originally fierce and sinister face gradually relaxed, leaving only a trace of sorrowful smile.

The old woman sighed deeply as she sat on the octagonal chair.

The next second, Liu Zi felt his body being dragged up by something and uncontrollably headed towards the door.

Chen Ji was the same.

But he grabbed the corner of the table with one hand, quickly pulled out a pen from his pocket, and wrote a few words on the altar!

It's a hint left for Xue Ran later!

As the beaded curtain fluttered, Chen Ji and Liu Zi were dragged out of the room...

Walk to the doorway on the east side of the main room.

Liu Zi pushed open the door, trembling—

Outside, the sunlight was bright and warm, and six newcomers turned their heads in unison.

His legs went weak and he staggered into the backyard.

Chen Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, shielded his eyes from the sunlight with his hand, but suddenly paused.

Immediately, he smiled as if nothing had happened, watching Du Tingfeng and Fei'er head straight for the door.

Bang!

The moment Chen Ji stepped into the backyard, the east gate connecting the main hall and the backyard was slammed shut.

Chen Ji silently put his left hand into his pocket and said softly:

"I am fine."

He held up the first draft in his right hand, his expression turning serious:

"I know who wrote 'A Ghost Story a Day' now."

"This village house is where he and his mother lived."