Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 545 [Domain - Second Gate] The Cause of Qi Yue's Death

Near the funeral home.

Feng Yao leaned against the outside of a restaurant, quietly pondering something.

Da Huang lay at her feet, seemingly preferring to be with Feng Yao rather than Huang Yue.

A soft footstep sounded from afar. She looked up and saw Wu Hui's familiar round face.

"Are you still thinking about what happened this morning?"

Wu Hui said, handing her a bottle of water.

The two didn't interact much. Wu Hui usually spent time with Luo Weicheng, and the pace of this event was too fast, so they only had time to talk face-to-face now.

"It's alright." Feng Yao shook her head: "I'm almost ready. Fear is pointless."

In fact, looking back now, she thinks that her state that morning... was a bit like she was being haunted by a nightmare.

But it wasn't a ghost that triggered him; rather, it was the horrific state of his own corpse that triggered it.

"How's it going on your team?" she asked again.

"It's nothing." Wu Hui's expression was calm. After she and Lao Luo left the beauty salon, they had been consciously avoiding mirrors to prevent being dragged into the mirror world.

Although the experience was terrifying, Wu Hui herself was well aware of it.

What makes them different from the other groups is that they are relatively safe in the real world (as long as they don't go back to the beauty salon).

"Let's still be careful." Feng Yao's expression turned grim as she recalled her own experience and Chen Ji's previous warnings.

After a short silence.

Wu Hui looked at her with a complicated expression, then suddenly asked softly, "You look so pale, is it because of that NPC in the hotel?"

She forgot the intern's name, but remembered that the intern had followed them all the way to the cemetery entrance, but they couldn't get out.

Wu Hui has a very keen eye for observation.

After Chen Jixian left, several vengeful ghosts scrambled to get out, creating a chaotic scene, but she still noticed...

After trying it once, the intern quietly stepped back and then exchanged a few words with Feng Yao.

".....Um."

Feng Yao remained silent for a few seconds before responding softly.

"His name is Qi Yue. He asked me if I could do him a favor."

"You didn't agree, did you?"

Wu Hui looked at her with some incomprehension: "You don't even know what the next door will look like!"

He said his home was in Daping City.

Feng Yao's eyes flickered: "He said that if I could get out, he asked me to help him send something to his family."

"...You agreed." Wu Hui's tone was somewhat complicated: "Why?"

"Because he said that when he died, there was no one by his side."

Feng Yao said softly, "And... do you remember the expression on his face when he thought about his own death? It wasn't despair, nor was it fear."

"It was more of a sense of regret and a touch of joy."

Feng Yao has also witnessed this kind of emotion in real life.

“I tried searching for his information online, but I couldn’t find anything,” Feng Yao said. “I only know one address now, which is his home.”

"...What are you planning to do?"

"I don't know, I don't know where Dahuang took that necklace."

"Is this important to you?" Wu Hui thought for a moment and then asked.

"It's alright." Feng Yao looked into the distance: "I just want to find out exactly how he died."

"why?"

"Because I wanted to know what could cause a person to experience...that kind of emotion, even when facing death."

"Then you can just go to his house and take a look."

Wu Hui did not judge her choice, but said, "This way you can resolve your confusion without having to fulfill his promise."

This is indeed the safest method.

After all, Zhou Liang's example served as a warning, and no one dared to easily make a deal with a ghost.

Although Qi Yue is different from the other guests, a bug in the hotel's system, and doesn't resemble a ghost at all... he is indeed dead.

"Mm." Feng Yao nodded.

She quickly composed herself; the main issue wasn't Qi Yue's influence, but rather her own inner obsession.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Yao took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket.

This was given to her by Lao Wang before; she had almost forgotten about it.

“I have a feeling this person resembles someone from our domain,” Feng Yao said. “Who do you think it is?”

"Uh......"

Wu Hui picked up the paper and was clearly speechless at the poor drawing skills: "I can't see anything in this."

However, she was certain that this was not Luo Weicheng.

Then, by eliminating Liu Zi, Du Tingfeng, and Xu Sandao, who are men with distinctive characteristics, the range of choices is immediately narrowed down.

“The point isn’t the hair color,” Wu Hui said. “It’s what the little figure is holding.”

She suggested that Feng Yao ask them one by one to see if anyone had similar strange objects or had experienced similar scenes in the painting before.

"Did you draw this?" After saying that, Wu Hui returned the painting to Feng Yao.

"No, a friend."

"We're already in the same domain, and we still have to rely on paintings to find people?" Wu Hui was somewhat puzzled.

“He is not a Domain Visitor,” Feng Yao explained, but then paused slightly.

Yes.

Old Wang is not a resident.

Then why would he be looking for those who have entered the domain? That doesn't make any sense.

But the sense of familiarity in Feng Yao's heart was genuine.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, recalling that disheveled figure and the words he had said to her before she entered the domain:

"Take me with you next time you take a vacation."

This person's identity seems to be more than just that of a homeless person...

Bang!

Just as Feng Yao was pondering, suddenly, the boxes behind her and Wu Hui fell to the ground with a loud thud.

Wu Hui seems to have accidentally bumped into something.

"You scared me." Wu Hui glanced at her helplessly: "Be careful."

"what?"

Feng Yao didn't quite understand what she meant.

She instinctively looked behind her, but her gaze was immediately drawn to a wisp of smoke drifting from the funeral home, and her eyes narrowed instantly!

"Is someone burning something in the shop?"

She sniffed hard, and amidst the thick, greasy smell of cooking oil in the restaurant behind her, she caught a faint, almost imperceptible, smell of burning.

The two exchanged a glance, their guard immediately rising, and headed toward the funeral home.

Ren Yu hasn't arrived yet, so Huang Yue and Luo Weicheng are catching up on sleep at a nearby stall. Only Bai Shaohua and Liu Zi remain inside the funeral home...

As they approached the funeral home.

Wu Hui felt a chill run down her spine, and her waist felt heavy, as if a cold, eerie energy had seeped into her body. She couldn't help but shiver.

Feng Yao didn't have a similar feeling, but she was equally terrified.

The further she walked, the stronger the smell of burning became... But what was even stranger was that she heard Liu Zi and Bai Shaohua still talking, their tone quite normal.

It's like standing at a crossroads during the Qingming Festival.

In the middle of the road, a ghostly figure was burning paper money—

"Depend on!"

The moment Feng Yao saw the store, her breath caught in her throat for a second, and she couldn't help but swear!

The two people inside the house also heard her voice.

"Feng Yao, why are you so easily startled? Don't tell me you've encountered a ghost again?"

Bai Shaohua's tone carried a hint of sarcasm.

He and Liu Zi seemed completely unaware...

At this moment.

They were sitting cross-legged on the ground with a brazier in the middle, where paper money was burning and crackling.

The box containing paper money placed next to it was already half empty.

Feng Yao stared intently at their dusty, paper-dusted lips.

Look down.

Each of the two people was holding a red bowl.