Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 468 [Train] Terracotta Figurines

at the same time.

At the fork in the road, Tian Qinghe held the painting left by Han Bing, and her expression changed instantly.

It's only been ten minutes since Han Bing set off, how could it be so fast?

The crumpled painting underwent a strange change!

The original scene depicted a terrified man stealthily hiding behind a ghost, hoping to avoid being discovered.

But now.

They switched places.

The one standing in front was no longer a ghost, but a man, his face full of confusion; while the ghost hid behind him, only revealing half of its face.

This grotesque face is staring straight out of the frame, and surprisingly, it has Han Bing's eyes and mouth on it!

However, those familiar features exuded a chilling, ghostly aura.

It holds up one finger and puts it to its lips, as if saying to those outside the painting:

"Shh!"

Without saying a word, Tian Qinghe stabbed Han Bing's body, which was still standing in place.

Nothing happens.

Chen Yuetan frowned, stepped forward and pulled open Han Bing's shirt, and saw a circle of star-shaped dots forming a dog's shape on her collarbone, with the third one twinkling faintly.

"Han Bing has started the second stage of the Netherworld."

Chen Yuetan said in a deep voice.

This means he has confronted the ghost directly.

But this seems unrelated to the changes in the painting, because if the anomaly only indicated that he had entered the second stage, Han Bing would have no reason to ask them to remind him.

Especially considering the special nature of these kinds of strange creatures.

Moreover, this is the area of ​​the "Creator Ghost".

Chen Yuetan was more inclined to believe that there was something wrong with his strange object!

"Walk."

Chen Yuetan immediately said, "With Han Bing holding back the ghost, Wei Lan and the others should have already escaped."

"Meet up with them, and then Tian Qinghe, you take these people out first. The rest of us will see if we can use that painting to enter his Netherworld."

After all, Tian Qinghe is already injured and has no magical artifact to spare for mistakes.

No more hesitation.

The group immediately stepped into the passage on the left.

It's pitch black inside.

Chen Yuetan turned on his flashlight, illuminating the road ahead, and faintly heard the sound of someone running in the distance.

The footsteps were erratic, and you could tell the runner seemed terrified.

Chen Yuetan breathed a sigh of relief; as expected, Zhang Xuan, Wei Lan, and the others had escaped.

At least four people can be saved.

But that's it.

His breathing suddenly stopped.

Apart from the footsteps ahead, there was complete silence behind him.

"..."

Chen Yuetan turned his head sharply and saw Wu Su clutching the hem of her clothes, looking up at him.

"My cousin has disappeared again."

"wrong."

Usu said, "The same goes for everyone else."

He paused, glanced furtively at Chen Yuetan, and added in a low voice, "It's not my fault, I didn't run around this time..."

.......

"Again?"

Chen muttered numbly.

We all went in together, but for some reason, my uncle disappeared again.

Just like that time at the Yunnan Grand Tomb.

He sighed helplessly, walked out of the passage, and confirmed that it was on the left.

But in any case, they can only move forward now, because Han Bing did indeed enter the left passage.

But the further they went, the more they felt something was wrong.

It seems that it wasn't Chen Yuetan who had the accident.

It was the three of them.

"Based on the clues left by Han Bing, we should see the first door and the traps left by bats on the ground not long after we come in."

Du Tingfeng hesitated: "But there isn't a single door here."

This means they are not on the same path as Han Bing.

Moreover, the route to Han Bing's place had many twists and turns, but in front of them, there was only one straight road.

Why are there such big differences when people enter from the same direction at the same time?

Chen Ji seemed to be deep in thought.

"Aren't we going in the opposite direction from the captain and the others?" Tian Qinghe stopped in place and looked to the right with some hesitation.

He always felt that they weren't on the left-hand path, but rather on the right-hand path!

Chen Ji shook his head; he couldn't be sure either.

But he suspects that both sides actually lead to the same destination!

Because at the very beginning, Wei Lan's voice rang out almost simultaneously on both roads.

The difference is that, no matter which way Uncle and Han Bing go, it will be the winding passage, while the three of them will definitely enter a straight road.

These two roads may not have been different to begin with. The reason they have become left and right is actually to imply that they will "diverge".

But what is the reason?

Chen Ji's eyes flickered, and he gestured for Tian Qinghe to take out the painting.

The image became much clearer than before, but what startled Chen Ji was that the ghost's face had changed!

The man is in front, and the ghost hides behind.

But it no longer only showed half of its face; instead, its entire head protruded from the man's shoulder, and the hand that was originally near its mouth had now moved to the man's neck.

It is staring coldly at the person outside the painting.

Chen Ji rolled up the painting.

“As before, the ghost’s gaze is still fixed on us,” he said thoughtfully. “But before, it was just a signal for us to be quiet.”

"But now, this ghost seems to be threatening us...maybe because we're getting closer to Han Bing?"

If that's the case, then his previous guess was correct.

All roads lead to Hanbing.

The three walked forward silently, their tension not lessening in the slightest.

Everyone could sense that the ghost's malice was extremely strong, and it was all directed at Han Bing.

Han Bing himself mentioned in previous information that he felt the first phase of the Netherworld was very difficult and unstable.

In addition, the ghosts he summons in the underworld are...

Chen Ji frowned slightly, thinking of how Xu Sandao's "Prison" had been messed up by Zeng Guichuan, and how he had suffered a severe backlash in the end.

Zeng Guichuan isn't even a ghost in the strictest sense.

My heart sank slightly, but just then, the passage came to an end.

At the end was a door.

There seemed to be nothing unusual.

The three exchanged a glance, pushed open the door, and peered inside. They saw four or five tall, dark figures standing in the room, like statues made of clay.

However, the sculpting is very clumsy, or rather, it's not finished yet.

It only has a human form; there are no other details.

And through the cracks, you can see that there is a door behind these clay objects.

Looking at these statues that resembled neither humans nor humans, Tian Qinghe had a feeling that they might suddenly come to life at any moment.

But in any case, the only way to continue is to get past these clay sculptures.

First was Chen Ji.

Next is Du Tingfeng.

The two passed by the passageway without any major incident.

Finally, it was Tian Qinghe's turn. She slowed down, carefully hugging the wall as she slowly passed by the statues...

Soon, they moved behind the group of statues.

"call."

Without hesitation, the three turned around and opened the door, revealing a winding passageway outside.

In the distance, the sound of people talking could be heard.

They joined Chen Yuetan's passage.

But at this moment.

Tian Qinghe suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Before he could react, his body was pulled backward violently, and the next second, he was completely absorbed into a lump of clay!

"Tian Qinghe!"

Chen Ji and Du Tingfeng immediately turned their heads, but all they saw was a statue.

Instinctively, Chen Ji reached into his pocket to pull out the Bashe!

But his hand suddenly froze.

A buzzing sound came from my fingertips.

That is......

[Night Walk] is in turbulence.

In an instant, Chen Ji suddenly had an extremely absurd guess. He took out the terracotta figurine and looked at the statue in front of him.

The statue slowly raised its hand.

He waved it twice.

Then, Tian Qinghe's voice came from inside: "I'm fine, I can move around."

Chen Ji remained silent.

He gazed at the statue, watching the details transform dramatically, from the original clay block to a refined form, until it finally became a terracotta sculpture dressed in ancient clothing—

Two words appeared above.

【prophet】