Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 584 [Domain - Second Gate] Different Paths, Same Destination

Bai Shaohua is about to use his A-level trick!

In the blink of an eye, this was Chen Ji's first thought. Although he was not far from Wu Hui, there was simply not enough time to run into Bai Shaohua.

Like a slot machine, the numbers on the sphere began to roll—

Chen Ji instantly pulled a pen from his pocket and, without thinking, expertly threw it at Bai Shaohua's right hand!

clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the funeral parlor.

The dark ball slipped from Bai Shaohua's hand, fell to the ground, and rolled around.

The numbers above are stuck in a position where they can't go up or down, as if the computer has crashed.

All of this happened so fast that Bai Shaohua didn't have time to react before his head shot forward, ready to bite Wu Hui's neck!

But he bit at nothing.

Wu Hui darted forward like a rabbit, staring at Bai Shaohua with a livid face!

Her back was covered in cold sweat.

If it weren't for Fei'er's loud shout, she would never have realized that Bai Shaohua was right behind her.

Whether it was premeditated or a spur-of-the-moment decision, Bai Shaohua's goal was extremely clear.

He quietly approached from the side and out of the shadows behind him after everyone's attention had been drawn to Liu Zi.

She was just a hair's breadth away from being injured by Bai Shaohua in her most vulnerable spot.

Judging from the other party's behavior just now, if it really bites, it will definitely bleed heavily.

And once the blood starts to flow...

This is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for the Red Bowl group.

Just as everyone was watching Bai Shaohua warily, his head slowly lowered, and he looked absently at his left hand.

The red bowl that was originally held in this hand slowly melted into the air, just like last time.

On the ground in front of him, the number eight ball was still stuck, as if it was about to be activated but was suddenly stopped and entered a short dormant period.

A hand quickly reached out, grabbed the pen next to the ball, and immediately stepped back.

Putting the pen back in his pocket, Chen Ji retreated to Fei'er's side.

He could tell that ball number eight couldn't be restarted for the time being, but a chill still ran through him.

Bai Shaohua's actions just now made everyone realize the terrifying nature of the Red Bowl Curse.

Bai Shaohua was consciously using trick A to increase his chances of successfully "hunting" Wu Hui.

But if he still has any sense, he would never use the number eight ball!

As everyone's last resort, A-Ghost was almost activated by Bai Shaohua just to "hunt" Wu Hui and satisfy his appetite... It was as if he had been possessed!

Chen Ji's emotions were churning when, just then, a sound of vomiting suddenly came from behind him.

Having not eaten for several days, Liu Zi couldn't vomit anything at all, only some strange bone fragments mixed with gastric juices.

Amidst the mess on the ground, there were four fingers that had fallen to the ground after the red bowl disappeared.

No one spoke, not even a question was asked.

The only sound echoing in the entire funeral parlor was Liu Zi's vomiting; the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

The red bowl had miraculously disappeared, but the threat hadn't diminished much.

The remaining four normal people present were well aware of one thing:

The disappearance of the red bowl this time does not signify the end.

Its appearance will greatly reduce Liu Zi and Bai Shaohua's rationality. Everything that just happened can only be considered a test.

If it succeeds—

For example, Bai Shaohua really hurt Wu Hui.

Their hunger would be further aroused, and even without the red bowl, their rationality would be beyond redemption, potentially leading to unimaginable consequences.

The Red Bowl Group members were clearly aware of this as well.

After vomiting until nothing came out, Liu Zi slowly straightened up.

Beneath his bewildered gaze, a hint of barely concealed fear crept in.

It's not the kind of fear that comes from facing a ghost directly and having your heart race, but rather the kind of terror that arises when your body feels completely alien to you at a certain moment, even unlike a human being!

What's even more terrifying is that you never know when this feeling will come back.

The appearance of the red bowl came without any warning; they had already experienced it twice...

He didn't look at Chen Ji and Fei'er, but turned his head and exchanged a glance with Bai Shaohua.

The two made the same choice.

.....

Ten p.m.

The red bowl ceremony was just two hours away from midnight.

Liu Zi and Bai Shaohua left ahead of time.

Apart from Ren Yu, of the ten people who originally entered the second door, only four remain.

The others are either dead, trapped in another world, or have chosen to leave.

Even Chen Ji, after experiencing all of this at the Second Gate, couldn't help but feel exhausted.

He knew very well that Liu Zi's departure was to prevent the Red Bowl from reappearing.

Perhaps it's because it's almost midnight, or perhaps it's because the third day is approaching.

Red Bowl sensed the crisis, and the intensity of the curse increased sharply, making the two members of the Red Bowl group the biggest hidden danger within the group.

Beset by external and internal troubles, these six curses have almost completely blocked their path to survival.

"They just left like that... What about the chopsticks?" Feng Yao's voice was muffled.

Chen Ji shook his head.

"The cinnabar chopsticks probably won't be able to be sent out until they enter the underworld."

He had been thinking about this for a while.

The chopsticks are in Xu Sandao's hands. Xu Sandao is trapped in the underworld. At this stage, the only possible way to cross the two worlds is for a paper horse and paper sedan chair to come and pick him up.

“So it wasn’t Xu Sandao who ‘sent it out,’ but me…” Chen Ji looked at Fei’er: “And you, let’s go get it.”

Fei'er frowned: "But how do we give them to them...?"

The soul-summoning ceremony must begin at midnight, but there has been no news from the mourning group.

With only one communication opportunity left, the next time Du Tingfeng and his companion sent a letter, it would surely be a message of paper horses and paper sedan chairs setting off.

The problem is, what if the paper horse and paper sedan chair don't arrive until the third day? Then it will be too late!

"The problem isn't how you get out, but how you leave that world."

Wu Hui, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke softly.

"Even if you get the chopsticks, you must leave the underworld before you can give them to them—"

"Do not."

Chen Ji suddenly interrupted her: "You don't necessarily have to go out."

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. He spoke slowly, as if thinking, "We've been overlooking a problem."

"What?" Wu Hui was taken aback.

"The ceremony took place at that 'specific' intersection. To this day, we still don't know exactly where that intersection is."

Chen Ji said, "The twins went there... because it's the crossroads of the yin and yang worlds!"

This is the foundation upon which they deduced that the world of the Duxu Group = the underworld, but they overlooked an important point:

Since the twins were on their way to the underworld and passed that intersection, how could that intersection possibly exist in reality?!

The funeral procession...the whole way was filled with mourning...Fei'er immediately thought of the knowledge Chen Ji had shared with her before, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"You mean..."

Fei'er hesitated slightly: "They'll also enter the underworld?"

Chen Ji nodded and looked north.

That was the direction they felt summoned when they were transformed into paper figures.

"Assuming it's a road, we'll not only meet Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao... but we might also pass by a soul-summoning ceremony."

He paused.

"In other words, we may all end up in the underworld."

"We arrive at the same destination by different paths."