Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 603 [Domain - Second Gate] Bloodstained Funeral Garment

Where is he?

Du Tingfeng didn't know.

He could only see two dark shadows in the distance, with a white light shimmering within them.

As if trapped in a nightmare from which he could never wake up, his consciousness was scattered into fragments, leaving only scattered instincts.

His instincts told him that something in the distance was dangerous and he shouldn't get close.

In the midst of chaos, indistinct murmurs echoed in the distance.

"Du Tingfeng..."

Like a summoning of a spirit, it pieced together Du Tingfeng's consciousness little by little.

The two dark shapes slowly faded away.

Until it completely disappears.

Until his brain suddenly awoke from that nightmare, becoming so clear-headed that the same question resurfaced once again:

Where is he!

What came into view was hazy and gray.

Apart from that, Du Tingfeng felt nothing.

What happened before?

The paper figures carried away the paper horses and sedan chairs... The mist dissipated, and countless ghosts in mourning clothes appeared...

The last image in his mind was of him and Xu Sandao separated by glass, making eye contact with the group of ghosts dressed in plain clothes.

after.....

He had no recollection of it at all.

and many more.

What about Xu Sandao?

The question had just surfaced in his mind when the dream-like murmur that had just occurred suddenly pierced Du Tingfeng's mind.

“Du…”

"Du Tingfeng!"

The voice was still distant, but no longer indistinct; it was Xu Sandao!

Without an immediate response, Du Tingfeng looked in the direction of the voice, but soon found that his vision was limited to what was directly in front of him.

There was only bottomless darkness on both sides.

Not only that, he also confirmed that he could not feel his own body at all, let alone move it.

Du Tingfeng remembered reading in a book that when a person is dying but not quite, their soul leaves the body and floats outside, with a completely different perspective from that of the living.

Is this really his current situation?

Gathering his thoughts, Du Tingfeng asked softly:

"Where are you?"

"I don't know, what about you?" Xu Sandao didn't answer, but asked in return.

In the darkness, the two exchanged a few tentative words before gradually lowering their guard.

Like Du Tingfeng, Xu Sandao's vision was also limited, but unlike Du Tingfeng, he could feel his own body!

But it was only a fine, persistent pain, as if my whole body was being bitten by insects.

It was this stinging pain that woke him up even earlier.

Xu Sandao didn't explain further; he vaguely guessed why, and continued:

"The mourning has already begun."

“We were following a funeral procession. When I woke up, there was light ahead, but then it got dark.”

"Even though I can't control my body, my perspective keeps moving forward, as if someone is pushing me from behind."

With his limited field of vision, he saw only backs of people dressed in mourning clothes ahead.

But after a few seconds, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and almost nothing could be seen.

The clues provided by Xu Sandao are important, but the more important question is: what exactly happened between the appearance of the mourning ghosts and their awakening?

Du Tingfeng's head throbbed as he recalled the two dark figures he had seen before waking up.

The fact that it appeared in his subconscious proves that he had seen it before, most likely after the ghosts in mourning clothes appeared.

Just as he was pondering this.

Suddenly, a faint red light broke the darkness before my eyes!

Using the light that suddenly appeared, one pale figure after another came into Du Tingfeng's view. Just as Xu Sandao had said, they were all ghosts in mourning clothes!

They were following the group of ghosts in mourning clothes, moving towards the direction of the red light.

The ghost in front of him was too tall, blocking most of his view and preventing him from observing more.

"Were the ghosts that came to the store before this tall?" A strange feeling rose in Du Tingfeng's heart.

By observing what was ahead, he and Xu Sandao confirmed that they were actually very close, but they just couldn't see each other.

Soon, the group stopped where the red light was brightest.

But they didn't stop for long before the group continued moving forward.

This also allowed the two to see the source of the red light: a brazier.

"They're burning paper money," Xu Sandao muttered. "Is it really that ceremonial?"

There were still new light sources ahead, indicating that the burning of offerings would continue, but it was unclear whether the offerings were paper money or something else from the funeral home.

Du Tingfeng had no doubt that after he lost consciousness, the group of ghosts would be able to enter the store and take what he needed.

The previous procurement was just a pretext.

But at that moment, he was suddenly startled and saw a familiar figure!

Although they were dressed in mourning clothes, they were much shorter than the other ghosts. Even with their heads down, you could still see their painted faces.

It was a paper doll of a woman...

"Fei'er!"

The two shouted at the same time.

But Phil didn't react at all, as if she couldn't hear them.

She walked in the opposite direction towards the back of the group and quickly disappeared from Du Tingfeng's sight.

I immediately looked in the direction she came from, and sure enough, another familiar figure walked over as well.

"Chen Ji and Fei'er are both in the group." Xu Sandao's voice changed slightly: "It's at least past midnight now, how long have we been unconscious?"

Du Tingfeng did not answer; a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

He knows Chen Ji very well.

He could tell what Chen Ji was about to do.

Chen Ji and Fei'er would definitely come looking for them immediately, but Fei'er ignored them, and both of them were walking straight ahead...

This proves two things:

First, his and Xu Sandao's appearances must have changed, making it impossible for Chen Ji to recognize them!

Second, Chen Ji "believed" that he had found himself and Xu Sandao.

No matter where Chen Ji goes, he will definitely be deceived by the ghost.

With his gaze fixed on Chen Ji, Du Tingfeng's mind raced. He and Xu Sandao were unable to move, and the other party couldn't hear them either.

He could only watch helplessly as Chen Ji walked towards them step by step, but his target was clearly not them, but something behind them...

What is it?

The sense of crisis in his heart grew stronger, and a blurry image suddenly popped into Du Tingfeng's mind.

Those were the two dark figures he saw in his dream when he lost consciousness.

His brain almost instinctively recalled that suffocating feeling.

very dangerous.

Chen Ji is getting closer and closer...

It was enough for Du Tingfeng to see his paper-thin face and the fleeting silver light in the other's hand.

What is he holding in his hand?

key?

What kind of key?

The moment this question popped into his head, Du Tingfeng almost subconsciously murmured:

"coffin."

He remembered.

He had seen those two sets of keys before.

Outside the store.

In the hands of the mourning ghost.

They used those two sets of keys to open the coffin.

Two pure black coffins, seemingly prepared for them...

But it wasn't until he opened it that Du Tingfeng realized they had been overlooking something very important.

The curse of the red bowl originates from a bowl.

The curse of the incense burner originates from an incense burner.

What about those in mourning clothes?

They could never have known, because the source of the curse on mourning clothes had always been locked away.

They were locked inside those two coffins.

These weren't mourning clothes, but two filthy, blood-stained garments meant for the dead...

shroud.