Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 470 [The Train] Han Bing in Danger

The ghost did not turn around.

But the moment they saw it, everyone present, including Chen Ji, felt their throats spasm and a strong urge to vomit surged up!

The three people present were of no use to it, not even as useful as Da Bao.

The rosary demon immediately cast the third stage of its curse on them: vomit!

Tian Qinghe felt a chill run down his spine. This was the second time he had felt the same nausea, and the familiar feeling of impending death enveloped his entire body!

He couldn't help but bend over, but suddenly realized that his body felt like it was filled with mud, and all his organs were forcibly held in place, making it impossible to vomit.

Is it because of... terracotta figurines?

But at that moment, a scene suddenly flashed into his mind for no apparent reason.

Tian Qinghe murmured uncontrollably:

"Face!"

The next second, his vision blurred, and when he looked again, the ghost had vanished.

There was only one unconscious child on the ground.

"Where are Han Bing's facial features?"

Tian Qinghe's eyes narrowed, and combined with the scene she had just witnessed, an ominous feeling immediately enveloped her heart. But just then, a violent vomiting sound suddenly rang out beside her.

Wow!

A huge amount of stuff was vomited out.

The direction of the sound...

It's Chen Ji.

correct.

Chen Ji was not protected by terracotta figurines.

Tian Qinghe stiffly turned her head and saw Chen Ji kneeling in the shadows beside her, his back hunched and motionless.

On the ground in front of him, the shimmering water was faintly visible.

This scene struck Tian Qinghe like a thunderbolt, but he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Not to mention Du Tingfeng.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Tian Qinghe and took two steps back.

Under his wary gaze, Chen Ji slowly straightened his back, his spine cracking, and twisted around in a posture that no human could possibly do.

Pale.

His face was wet, and water droplets dripped from his face to the ground.

pat.

He stared at Du Tingfeng, grinned, and revealed a sinister smile:

"You found out so soon?"

Du Tingfeng stared at him coldly.

Chen Ji seemed unconcerned by his gaze, bent down, and stuffed all the swollen, waterlogged organs on the ground into his mouth.

He swallowed it with a gulp.

An eerie silence ensued.

Chen Ji's expression suddenly froze.

Click.

The next second, his head turned 180 degrees, so that the back of his head was facing Du Tingfeng directly.

On Chen Ji's head, another face of his own appeared.

This face opened its eyes and simply said:

"The substitution method."

"..." Tian Qinghe felt a chill run down her spine. To use this method to take someone else's place in death?

Looking at it now, it's just one body, one side is a ghost, and the other side is a human!

He couldn't help but glance at Du Tingfeng to the side and saw that the other man's expression relaxed slightly and he was not surprised, clearly knowing some of the inside story.

"I feel it now."

The real Chen Ji on the back of the head said, "The Creation Ghost area will amplify the malice of the ghost, and the difficulty and danger of using it will increase."

“Then you…” Tian Qinghe hesitated.

No wonder his clue book suddenly went mad at the end. Although it was because the number one monk ghost in the coffin was too strong, it may also be related to the clue book being affected.

But the most dangerous ones nowadays are the kinds of strange objects used by Han Bing and Chen Ji.

They were originally core demons from a certain sub-domain, and their most terrifying side will be unleashed in the station.

"It's nothing." Chen Ji didn't say anything more and changed the subject.

"What did you just say? Face?"

“Yes.” Tian Qinghe realized and quickly said, “I saw a scene, which may have been influenced by the terracotta figurines.”

“The monk was standing in an old apartment building. His face looked strange, as if he had been shot in the face. His whole face was rotten, and his features were about to fall off.”

Chen Ji was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly his expression changed.

"Five features...where's the ghost's nose?"

"It's not very clear, it's sunken in."

"What about his eyes and mouth?!"

The scene flashed through Tian Qinghe's mind again, and suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"No...it's okay."

"The eyes and mouth are both fine."

"However, there are no eyelids..."

Almost instantly, he understood everything.

On the face of the rosary ghost, there were Han Bing's eyes, mouth, and even ears.

These two ghosts did something in the Netherworld that caused them to merge together.

He stiffly took out the painting, and the scene changed once again.

The man who was originally in front is now hiding under the bed, curled up in fear.

And outside the window behind the bed, the previously blurry ghostly figure now had a completely human shape.

Bald.

monk.

It was floating outside the window, its head bowed, staring at the bed.

It's obvious that the two ghosts made some kind of deal.

"The ghost is looking for Han Bing!" Chen Ji glanced at it and immediately said, "It has taken advantage of an opportunity and possessed the rosary ghost, intending to kill Han Bing and regain its freedom."

When he said this, he didn't forget to cover his ears, as if he didn't want anyone to hear.

Without saying a word, the three of them immediately turned around and ran towards the fork in the road.

Han Bing's body was right there.

If Chen Ji wasn't mistaken, Han Bing had already lost his sight, hearing, and speech, because [Shh!] had taken away his eyes, ears, and mouth.

At the same time, suffering from the backlash of the collapse of the Netherworld, whether severe or mild, Han Bing had absolutely lost the ability to move.

Then, the scene changed again.

Dark.

The man had changed his hiding place and was now trembling, huddled inside the closet.

The wardrobe was slightly ajar, and you could see that the ghost had already entered the room through the window.

However, the ghost hadn't discovered him yet; it was lying on the ground, peering under the bed.

“This is…” Du Tingfeng thought for a moment and immediately understood what the picture was implying.

"Han Bing's physical location has been moved."

This proves that someone saved him.

"Yes, Captain!" Tian Qinghe's expression relaxed. It seemed that Chen Yuetan had changed his mind for some reason and instead of going to the place where Han Bing opened the Netherworld, he stayed by his main body.

Chen Ji's tense heart relaxed a little.

Go around the corner.

But just then, a hat suddenly appeared in front of everyone!

This is......

"What happened to that female director's hat?"

Chen Ji's heart stirred slightly.

However, the little monkey that had been lying on his shoulder suddenly jumped to the ground as if it had woken up.

Its button-shaped eyes flickered slightly. Although the doll couldn't change its expression, for some reason, Chen Ji felt that he saw a hint of a smirk on the little monkey's face.

It was as if they were gloating.

It slowly crawled to the corner and picked something up.

Then, the little monkey jumped onto Chen Ji's shoulder and spread its paws out.

A dark, charred lump of coal.

"..."

Chen Ji fell silent.

A terrifying image suddenly flashed into his mind.

That was the temple in front of the tomb of the ghost baby...

The tiny Ussuri.

Open your mouth wide.

A small, charcoal-black head, cracked and charred, as if it had been roasted by fire.

It was squeezed out of Wusu's mouth.

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[Train] It should be over in the next few days.

This is the first part of the "Distant Mountains" series. The Black Mountain and the coffin will be discussed later.