Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 546 [Domain - Second Gate] Ma Zhao's Wish

This is not Chen Ji who has become a paper doll, but a paper doll that has become Chen Ji!

The two were horrified. How could this thing have appeared here?

Xu Sandao picked up the paper cart.

He observed the paper cart, constantly adjusting its position, when suddenly his gaze stopped.

The car was indeed made of paper, but from a certain angle, he saw a still image in the white paper in the rearview mirror.

Two human faces appeared on it, like a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Their expressions all looked very serious.

"Chen Ji, Fei'er..."

Xu Sandao murmured to himself.

In other words, there were actually three people on this paper car.

One was a paper doll driver, while the passengers in the back seat were Chen Ji and Fei'er, who were still in their human form.

"It might be something that's happening in the outside world right now."

Du Tingfeng speculated that the anomaly of the paper car was not triggered by them, and at the same time, the curse of the paper figure happened to be strongly related to this funeral supplies store.

Like the paper cars, the paper figures all have the same markings on their bottoms, indicating that they are all items sold in this shop.

in other words.....

To some extent, are they able to change the outside world?

The moment the idea popped into his head, he heard a tearing sound and saw Xu Sandao rip the paper car in half and throw it on the ground.

Xu Sandao even carefully avoided the back seat, only flattening the front half of the paper cart.

But does this really work?

Du Tingfeng felt that it couldn't be that simple, and just then, he suddenly heard a rustling sound again!

rustle.....

The two of them looked at the warehouse at the same time.

Behind a stack of cardboard boxes, something white peeked out from the edge, swaying slightly.

rustle......

The white border is expanding.

The moment they saw the roof of the car, both of them felt a chill, because right under the roof was a familiar skullcap.

Xu Sandao silently moved his foot away.

There was only a crumpled paper car on the ground, and the paper figure driving it was long gone.

It appeared in a new paper cart, had already climbed up the slope onto the cardboard box, and would soon fall to the ground.

Where is it going?

Du Tingfeng couldn't help but think of this question, as well as the desperate ramblings in Ma Zhao's diary.

as a result of......

Could this be the consequence that Ma Zhao was referring to in his diary?

But assuming that this is the consequence Ma Zhao mentioned, then he must have been in the same situation at the time.

But what does this have to do with him?

Wasn't his curse rooted in mourning?

Du Tingfeng vaguely felt that he had touched something, and just then, someone gently patted his shoulder.

It was the customer wearing the white T-shirt.

They've come in again.

This time, on his ordinary face, the corners of his mouth were still twitching slightly, as if he couldn't suppress a laugh.

The smile was just like the last time he told Du and Xu that they were the ones being mourned...

The mockery was malicious.

"Buy paper money."

The customer said.

As the saying goes, but this time, neither Du Tingfeng nor Xu Sandao refused.

"...If you don't have paper money, will you buy a paper car?"

After a few seconds of silence, Du Tingfeng asked.

"Do not."

"why?"

"This is not needed for mourning."

"Do you need paper horses and paper sedan chairs for mourning?"

The customer did not answer immediately.

He glanced at Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao, tilted his head slightly, and uttered two seemingly unrelated remarks:

"We need to use paper money."

"The car is about to leave."

At this moment, Du Tingfeng fully understood the viciousness of this curse.

The customer's last words were telling them:

The only solution to the paper cart problem was to sell it. Ma Zhao's diary also indirectly confirms this.

Customers can buy, but they cannot skip the process to buy.

Therefore, Du Tingfeng and Xu Sandao must now make a choice:

Or perhaps they were forced to start selling paper carts with paper money attached, thus gradually leading to their own demise.

Or they could simply let their companions suffer the current threat of paper cars, and the potential future threats of paper horses and paper sedan chairs!

A hint of gloom appeared in Xu Sandao's eyes; he disliked this passive feeling very much.

But this choice itself is unfair.

"Tell me now," the customer said with a hint of mockery, "Have you restocked the paper money?"

"...Would you accept a buy-one-get-one-free offer?"

"of course."

"Restocked. How much do you need?"

The customer didn't answer, but walked straight into the warehouse, hugged a whole box of paper money to his chest, and casually took the white paper car.

Without saying a word, he turned and left the funeral home, his figure disappearing into the mist at the end of the street.

"...It's not over yet."

Xu Sandao stared blankly at the street outside. The area outside the door was still covered in a layer of frost, desolate and lonely.

But in any case, they have already been forced into this mourning for themselves.

Just then, a soft rustling sound rang out behind them once again!

A piece of white paper fell from mid-air.

But unlike before, this time there are words on it!

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts stirred, and they immediately picked up the white paper to look at it. It turned out to be Liu Zi's handwriting.

He said he was burning paper money... to get a response from them.

"Burning paper money?" Du Tingfeng paused for a second, then looked at the pile of white paper next to him.

So these were all people from real life, burned here?

"Are we already dead?" Xu Sandao put the paper away speechlessly. This was far too much like a ritual for the dead.

"But why did they waste so much paper in the first place?"

Du Tingfeng also couldn't understand it.

"Could something have happened over there?"

He guessed, took out a pen from his pocket, and suddenly felt a jolt in his heart!

“Xu Sandao…”

He turned his head, his face extremely grim: "How should we respond?"

The two looked at each other.

Right now.

They suddenly realized something: why the customer was so insistent on buying paper money and couldn't skip the process.

Is it really necessary to sell the paper money first before proceeding to the next stage? Or is it...?

This was simply to prevent them from communicating with the outside world.

"...Did he take all the paper money with him?" Du Tingfeng asked hesitantly.

"Ah."

Looking at the warehouse, Xu Sandao sighed softly: "I counted when I was moving it, there was only one box."

The two fell silent.

This is not just a matter of one-way communication.

If they can't reply and don't get a response, they might think the method is useless.

However, just a few minutes later, another new piece of paper appeared in mid-air!

Still the sixth son:

The paper cart has disappeared; Chen Ji and Fei'er have escaped.

The boy and girl in case 309 were the children of a funeral home owner.

child.

and many more.

A sudden thought struck Du Tingfeng, and he immediately went to the counter and reread the logbook left by Ma Zhao.

Ma Zhao, do you even know what the hell you've done?

The twins were Ma Zhao's children.

Du Tingfeng guessed correctly; the two of them were indeed in the same situation as Ma Zhao.

They wanted to save Chen Ji and Fei'er, while Ma Zhao wanted to save his child.

But he didn't succeed.

My gaze slowly moved to the last line of the log:

"...I can still salvage this..."

[As long as we can find someone to take the blame...]

I'm not dying in his place.

Instead, he died in place of his two children.

Du Tingfeng slowly raised his head and murmured:

"We misinterpreted it... This is not a record of Ma Zhao after he was cursed."

"This is his wish."