Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 590 [Domain·2nd Gate] Yin-Yang Path (2)

In a flash, the golden boy and jade girl floated into the warehouse.

Even though they look exactly like the paper-figured Chen Ji and Fei'er, the difference is that the feet of these two paper figures don't touch the ground at all.

This also means that once they enter the warehouse, there is virtually no sound outside.

The only sound was the occasional scraping of paper.

sand......

sand......

Nobody knows what those paper figures are doing inside.

I don’t know how long it took.

The silence seemed to stretch out time, and in the stillness, Du Tingfeng's brow suddenly twitched.

The rustling sound stopped.

The only sounds in the entire funeral parlor were his and Xu Sandao's shallow breathing.

But just then, Du Tingfeng suddenly heard a short, labored breath.

The sudden, loud hissing sound was like someone sneezing out. Du Tingfeng instinctively looked at Xu Sandao, only to see the other man with a furrowed brow, staring straight at him!

The voice did not come from either of them.

wrong.....

That sound wasn't made by a human!

Just as they realized what was happening, two loud, clear cries suddenly echoed throughout the entire funeral home!

"Eh-"

"—Whew!"

Immediately following was a frantic pawing sound, a loud clattering—it was a horse!

A vague sense of crisis arose in Du Tingfeng's heart, and subconsciously he grabbed Xu Sandao and took a step back to the side.

Almost as they were retreating, the warehouse door was suddenly kicked open!

A plain white horse head, covered with paper, emerged from the warehouse.

Its mouth was bound with a rein made of black thread and gold paper, and its eyes were just colored paper stickers, showing no sign of life.

But this horse "came back to life".

He was still breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it thrust its entire body forward, and the warehouse door immediately dented, as if it had been hit by a steel pipe.

Da da da!

After a few muffled hoofbeats, the first horse stopped in front of the funeral parlor.

If the horse in the warehouse was just a prop for a memorial, the paper horse now is the same size as a real horse, or even larger!

Even through its paper-covered outer shell, you can still see the bamboo frame inside.

Du Tingfeng's pupils contracted slightly. If the two of them hadn't taken a step back in advance, the paper horse would undoubtedly have bumped into them.

The dent on the warehouse door shows that it was definitely not just a simple bump from "paper products".

Da da da.....

The second horse also came out.

Following closely behind was a square sedan chair, also made of white paper, with colorful paper and tassels hanging on its sides, looking as if it would fall apart if blown by the wind.

The paper sedan chair floated lightly in mid-air, as if it were being carried by several unseen sedan chair bearers.

With the appearance of paper horses and sedan chairs, the temperature in the entire funeral parlor seemed to drop a few degrees.

Two paper figures slowly floated out of the warehouse, jumped up straight, and each mounted a horse.

Da da da......

The paper horse, carrying a paper figure and a paper sedan chair, walked towards the door as if Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao didn't exist...

"The gray fog is thinning..."

Xu Sandao watched them disappear into the gray mist at the end of the street, lost in thought.

The night was still thick and dark, with desolate shadows of trees, but the thick fog that had enveloped the end of the street was indeed slowly thinning, revealing the outlines of the tall buildings to the north.

"They went to pick up Chen Ji and Fei'er."

Du Tingfeng said, glancing behind the door.

There was no one in the shadows outside the door.

Perhaps it was because of the appearance of the paper figure that the "customer" left.

Feeling a little relieved, Du Tingfeng took out the last piece of paper money.

There weren't many words left to write, so he could only briefly inform the other side that the paper horse and paper sedan chair had already set off, what they looked like, and that the paper figures might also be going.

After finishing writing, Du Tingfeng returned to the shop and lit the paper money.

The flames engulfed the small piece of paper money in an instant.

From now on, no matter what happens, there will be no more opportunities for communication...

Gazing at the swirling ashes, Du Tingfeng's eyes flickered. He gripped the chips, about to pull them out to check the numbers on them.

But that's it.

He suddenly heard a strange rustling sound.

It sounded like someone was sweeping the floor with a broom, making a soft, rustling sound.

That sound didn't come from inside the store!

Du Tingfeng immediately went outside alertly, only to see Xu Sandao with a furrowed brow, staring straight at the mist at the end of the street.

The whitish fog seemed no different from before.

and many more.

Pale?

Wasn't it gray before?

Du Tingfeng felt a chill run down his spine as he suddenly realized that the white mist was moving!

wrong......

Within the fog, there was a huge, white wave writhing!

wow-

The rustling sound grew louder and louder.

It no longer looks like a broom, but rather like...

Footsteps.

A cold night wind swept across their faces, the wind howling.

In the howling wind, a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over Du Tingfeng's entire body, and he heard a faint... sob.

"Woo——"

in the north.

At the end of the street.

Deep in the fog.

The first sob was like a clarion call, and just a few seconds later, a chorus of wails exploded in Du Tingfeng's ears!

This was not the cry of one person, but the mournful wails of a dozen or even dozens of people, men and women, young and old.

But none of the cries sounded sad; instead, they sounded stiff and unnatural, like acting.

even......

It exudes a sinister and malevolent aura.

Goosebumps broke out uncontrollably on their skin, and at the same time, the same thought arose in both of their minds:

"The mourning has begun!"

But the paper horses and paper sedan chairs have only just left!

How long will it take before they reach Chen Ji and pick him up?

"Let's go back to the shop first!"

Without further hesitation, the two immediately slipped back into the house.

The funeral home door was unlocked, and both of them knew they couldn't hide for long.

"If Chen Ji is right, the mourning ceremony will last for a while, so we probably won't die immediately."

Du Tingfeng spoke rapidly, his brows furrowed.

Even so, all of this was still far beyond their expectations.

Nobody expected there to be so many ghosts!

“One-on-one monsters are almost useless.” Xu Sandao flicked his wrist and tucked a pure black dagger into his waistband.

This dagger, along with Du Tingfeng's dice, were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when facing a horde of ghosts.

To put it bluntly, right now there are only two strange creatures that can actually be of help...

[Cheers] and Xu Sandao's [FJ530711], a strange object that can change the rules.

Just then, the sound of orderly footsteps outside suddenly became clear, instantly drowning out their voices.

Both of them paused in their breathing and looked up at the door.

A truly horrifying scene was clearly reflected in their pupils—

The fog has lifted.

The white, fluffy thing walked into the street.

They are not a single entity.

Instead, there were dozens of figures dressed in plain white mourning clothes, wearing mourning bands on their heads, wailing and crying.

Every ghost's face was equally blurry and indistinct, easily forgotten...

Each ghost held a picture frame in front of its chest.

The frame contains two black and white photos of the deceased, pasted together.

One is Du Tingfeng,

One of them is Xu Sandao.