Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 604 [Domain - Second Gate] Xu Sandao's Ghost Skin

Limited by his line of sight, Du Tingfeng could only watch helplessly as Chen Ji's figure disappeared.

He had already decided that Chen Ji's target was the coffin.

It's easy to imagine that if Chen Ji couldn't find them in the group, he would assume they were in the coffin.

After all, the focus of the entire mourning ceremony was to mourn for him and Xu Sandao.

They immediately informed Xu Sandao of this matter, as the current situation was more dangerous than they had anticipated:

“The source of the curse is inside the coffin,” Du Tingfeng said. “Two sets of burial clothes worn by the dead.”

"Where there are dead people, there is mourning and wailing. All the ghosts in mourning clothes here are serving the purpose of making the burial clothes."

It's likely that the funeral ceremony will culminate in the two of them being sealed in coffins and personally dressed in those two sets of "funeral clothes."

To be precise, this curse should be called "funeral garment," but Ma Zhao led them to misjudge it.

Actually, the previous mourning ceremony was not held for Ma Zhao.

"Appearing only at the very end..." Xu Sandao clicked his tongue. "Is it the grand finale?"

Despite saying that, his tone revealed a hint of seriousness.

This only proves one thing: of all the sources of curses, the shroud is probably the most terrifying!

Upon seeing the burial clothes, he and Du Tingfeng lost that part of their memory before they even had a chance to use any magical artifacts.

Not to mention opening the coffin and getting up close.

“Chen Ji will die once the coffin is opened,” Du Tingfeng said in a low voice, “unless the pen gives an advance warning.”

Thinking that he still had a pen, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but just then, Xu Sandao suddenly said:

"The little monkey is missing."

"What?" Du Tingfeng's heart sank. "Are you sure?"

"Well, the monkey is either on his shoulder or hidden in his clothes, making a bulge, but I just caught a glimpse of it; his side profile is flat."

From the moment Chen Ji appeared, Xu Sandao had been observing and immediately noticed something was wrong.

This proves that Chen Ji's side also has problems, and they cannot place their hopes on the strange object.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Even though they were extremely anxious, they were trapped and unable to move, let alone remind Chen Ji.

But just then, Xu Sandao sighed softly and suddenly asked:

"Can't you feel your body at all?"

Du Tingfeng hummed in agreement.

He's like a vegetable now, only able to see.

“I can,” Xu Sandao paused before saying, “My skin was peeled off a ghost.”

"what?"

Du Tingfeng's mind went blank for a second.

The information contained in that sentence was almost as explosive as a nuclear explosion. He had never expected Xu Sandao to throw it out so casually, as casually as if they were discussing where to eat after leaving the domain.

"It's alright, I'm still human." Xu Sandao chuckled briefly.

"...Does Chen Ji know?" After a few seconds of silence, Du Tingfeng asked with a complicated expression.

"of course."

Xu Sandao didn't say much, and continued, "So, perhaps I can find a way... to regain control of my body."

"My skin hurts. It hurts a lot, and it's gotten worse since I woke up."

His tone was calm: "I can only think of one reason. Rejection reaction."

Du Tingfeng's heart skipped a beat; this coincided with his own thoughts.

Chen Ji couldn't recognize them, proving that their appearance, and even their bodies, had changed.

Speaking of this, Du Tingfeng recalled something: "If we look at it at eye level, we can only see the ghost's waist."

But as his memories returned, he became certain of one thing: the ghosts' height remained unchanged from when they were in the store; they hadn't suddenly grown taller.

That means they've gotten shorter.

“Yes.” Xu Sandao also noticed this anomaly: “Moreover, I have always had a very familiar feeling that my skin is swelling and growing.”

Simply put, it's like a child's skin stretching as they grow.

But Xu Sandao was long past the age of growing up, and his ghost skin had long since adapted to his bones. What was even stranger was that his perspective had not changed at all.

It was as if his body and eyes were disconnected.

But since both of them had limited vision and couldn't see their own bodies, everything was just speculation.

The two fell silent.

One reason was that the procession had gradually come to a stop, and the second brazier was right in front of them.

On the other hand, it was because the pain in Xu Sandao's body was constantly intensifying, making it difficult for him to think about anything else.

He is feeling.

Feel the sensation from your skin.

From bottom to top, every inch of skin was slowly stretching, sending a pricking, needle-like pain through me, but soon...

A new sense of unease suddenly arose.

His skin came into contact with something!

It's like a thin film.

The moment he touched that membrane, Xu Sandao immediately understood that the reason his skin was swelling was to break through that membrane!

Just like a chick before it hatches.

"It's not that my appearance has changed, but that I've been put into a container..." Xu Sandao chuckled.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to him.

Xu Sandao is now like a Russian nesting doll, his original body is hidden under the skin of a ghost, and the skin of a ghost is nested in another container.

However, the ghost skin that had been with him for many years refused to be covered by a new skin.

Looking at the pure white ghostly figure ahead, Xu Sandao's heart stirred.

He was struck by the appearance of these ghosts; they all looked exactly the same, leaving no trace of anything in his memory, like NPCs that were all refreshed at the same time.

Or perhaps... it's just a container for mourning clothes.

container.

"Chen Ji didn't even notice us. Could it be because we look no different from the other ghosts?"

Are they actually trapped inside the bodies of ghosts?

The idea flashed through Xu Sandao's mind, but he dismissed it, since their field of vision was too low and their height was different from other ghosts.

In any case, once he regains control of his body, the truth will come out.

Then, when the time comes, we'll peel off the membrane covering Du Tingfeng's body; that should be the source of his paralysis.

Having confirmed the next course of action, Xu Sandao silently endured the stinging pain in his body; all he needed to do was wait.

Waiting for your skin to break through that thin film.

soon.

The procession came to a complete stop, and the second sacrificial ceremony began.

"Nothing unusual."

Du Tingfeng's voice came through: "Chen is very likely not to have opened the coffin yet."

But they couldn't see what was behind them, so they couldn't be sure.

Time ticked by, and just as the group set off again, Xu Sandao's excruciating pain reached its peak.

next second.

He felt his skin finally break through that barrier!

At the same time, cries and footsteps, accompanied by a bone-chilling cold... countless senses returned to Xu Sandao's body once again.

He regained his body.

but why......

Xu Sandao's heart sank.

Why is it that even though he lowered his head, his gaze didn't change at all?

Still ahead.

Only the ghost's waist can be seen.

But he was indeed moving; his head could move, his feet were moving forward with the group, and his hands...

He was holding something in his hands.

The moment Xu Sandao laid the thing flat, the world in his eyes suddenly turned upside down!

It was as if his head had been twisted ninety degrees, staring straight up at the sky.

Under the pitch-black night sky.

Xu Sandao saw a familiar face.

That is himself.

He looked like a puppet, with empty eyes.

Just as he had expected, fragments of skin that did not belong to him were still hanging on his face, proving that Xu Sandao had indeed been trapped in another body before.

The problem is...

Why can he see his own face?

From this angle, it's as if his head is being held in his own arms...

and many more.

An absurd conjecture suddenly popped into Xu Sandao's mind.

He slowly turned the object in his hand.

It looks like a picture frame.

At the same time, his gaze was also moving uncontrollably.

The direction is the same as that of the picture frame.

Until it turns to the side...

He saw the ghost in mourning clothes.

A ghost in mourning clothes stood beside him, its face indistinct, indistinguishable from the other ghosts.

This ghost was also holding a picture frame in its hands.

Xu Sandao gently bumped into the ghost.

The ghost didn't react at all and continued walking forward numbly.

But the picture frame in its hand was knocked tilted, revealing half of the photo.

It was a black and white portrait of a deceased person.

The person in the memorial photo had a blank expression, staring blankly at the camera.

Just as the photo frame tilted, Du Tingfeng's voice suddenly rang in Xu Sandao's mind:

"My vision has changed... Did someone bump into my head?"

Xu Sandao clenched his fist and stared at the tilted photo frame, which was Du Tingfeng's portrait.

"it's me."

"Good news, I can move again."

"The bad news is that our eyes... no, perhaps our souls, are trapped inside our own portraits."