usatvline Chapter 595 [Domain - Second Gate] The Little Monkey Disappears
Chapter 595 [Domain - Second Gate] The Little Monkey Disappears
Separated by the paper wall, Wu Hui had no idea what was outside.
She knew they had been walking down a straight, long street, the light from the streetlights filtering through the white paper, casting a faint glow.
But now, it's as if the whole world has suddenly gone dark.
Apart from the light outside the curtain, all other light sources had long been consumed by shadows.
She could barely see anything, but her other senses were stimulated to the extreme!
The rustling sound of footsteps on the paper sedan chair...
The paper walls on both sides were twisted and deformed, with one body after another clinging to them, highlighting the overlapping human figures.
If she had just been sitting in the sedan chair, she would have already been touched by the ghosts outside.
They pulled Feng Yao down and pinned her to the ground between the two sedan chairs.
Wu Hui's heart pounded uncontrollably as she tried her best to hold Feng Yao back with her body, the two of them stacked together like pancakes.
The space here is far too cramped...
Moreover, Wu Hui was well aware of one thing: the paper sedan chair wouldn't last much longer.
Once broken, they would be like lambs to the slaughter, completely exposed to the demon's sight!
What should I do?
Neither she nor Feng Yao possessed a powerful spirit capable of withstanding so many ghosts...
But at this moment.
Suddenly, a familiar tingling sensation came from her hand.
It's that fountain pen again!
It slipped out of Feng Yao's hand and wrote a few words stroke by stroke in her palm.
Wu Hui was stunned for a moment.
A few seconds later, she gritted her teeth and gripped the pen in her hand.
Through the white curtain, the figures of two paper figures could be vaguely seen, still sitting upright on the paper horses, facing forward, motionless.
......
What happens when a piece of bread is dropped on the ground?
An inopportune scene flashed through Chen Ji's mind.
When he was a child, he would always be alone on days when he didn't have school, because his uncle was always very busy.
One day, while he was strolling around the neighborhood, he observed something.
If you throw a small piece of bread on the ground, it will attract a steady stream of ants, just like fishing.
They swarmed out from every corner, from the cracks between every stone, and even from the soil of the flowerbeds in the distance.
Soon, the bread will be covered with countless black dots, and ants will pile up together like a dark cloud, devouring the bread completely.
And at this very moment...
The same scene unfolded behind him.
However, the piece of bread turned into a harmonica that landed on the roof of the sedan chair; and the ants became swarms of ghosts that kept approaching!
Chen Ji knew the way he came.
Not long after leaving the funeral home...
They then stepped onto the path depicted in the painting of the twins.
One crossroads after another, each one exactly the same, strung together like a centipede without head or tail.
The same applies to the road ahead.
However, from a distance, it seemed as if a hazy gray fog was shrouding the center of the crossroads ahead.
One after another, pale figures walked numbly toward the sedan chair.
Among them, Chen Ji saw a familiar face... Huang Yue...
However, it no longer possessed any trace of human life, exuding a chilling ghostly aura, its face pale and bluish, blending into the crowd of ghosts.
Even though Huang Yue was the owner of the harmonica in his previous life, at this moment, he was just like any other ghost, blindly attracted by the sound of the harmonica.
Huang Yue brushed past the paper horse.
Like other ghosts, it did not react to Chen Ji and Fei'er sitting on the paper horse.
In their eyes, whether it's a paper horse or a paper figure, it's nothing more than an inanimate object.
This is.....
Is it a good thing?
Chen Ji wanted to give a bitter smile, but he couldn't move, let alone make any expression.
Like Fei'er beside him, his face, made of paper, had only a mouth outlined in vermilion, frozen in a half-smile.
The only difference was that a faint red line had appeared on Chen Ji's paper arm.
It was this red thread that allowed him to contact the two people inside the sedan chair!
Otherwise, both Feng Yao and Wu Hui would probably have been killed by the ghost horde by now.
Because even Chen Ji himself hadn't expected this...
The third curse didn't begin at midnight, but at the very moment they entered the sedan chair!
The instant Chen Ji and Fei'er lifted the sedan curtain, they were instantly switched bodies with the paper figure, unable to move at all.
They could only watch helplessly as the unsuspecting Wu Hui and her companion boarded the sedan chair, watching the ghost gradually approach it.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before he finally woke up the dormant fountain pen and learned about the conversation inside the sedan chair.
To his surprise...
The two ghosts' target wasn't him and Fei'er.
Instead, he wanted Feng Yao to dig out the ghost eye.
Under Chen Ji's instructions, the pen silently slipped into Wu Hui's hand, revealing the truth to her.
But at that very moment, the ghost that had taken the harmonica suddenly appeared.
In just two minutes, the situation changed dramatically.
[The message has been relayed]
Tell them not to come out, just wait...
A lazy voice echoed in Chen Ji's mind, its tone slightly annoyed.
Why did you leave me there?
Are you sure you don't want to save my one and only chance for yourself?
"Just in case."
Chen Jidao.
He briefly told Wu Hui that he would use the strange object to save them if necessary.
"Things may not be that bad; the harmonica's effect shouldn't last too long."
He paused, looking at the dwindling ghostly figures ahead, somewhat hesitant.
"...Actually, I actually wish the harmonica could be used for a little longer."
"I have a feeling that the harmonica might have helped us by some twist of fate."
He was about to tell the pen his speculation when he heard the pen yawn.
"what happened to you?"
Without continuing his previous speculation, Chen Ji tentatively asked.
Unlike last time, this time when contacting me via the red thread, the pen showed a clear lack of interest.
Is it because he used a pen as a dart before?
But this isn't the first time.
After a brief silence, the pen suddenly spoke:
The ghost is here.
Chen Ji was taken aback; there were ghosts behind them—that was obvious.
and many more.
"You mean the core ghost of this door?"
Chen Ji's heart sank.
Although the number of ghosts inside this door is terrifying, there is clearly only one core ghost.
It's that mysterious, giant ghost from Zhou Liang's family that has never appeared before!
【Yes...】
"How can you be so sure?" Chen Ji immediately pressed.
The pen did not answer.
After a few seconds, it said:
I can't be sure.
It's just a feeling.
However, you can ask the monkeys...
If you can find it.
These words immediately stunned Chen Ji!
"What do you mean?"
The pen yawned for the third time, its weariness now impossible to conceal.
[Literal meaning]
It disappeared.
This is impossible.
Chen Ji remembered clearly that just a few hours ago, the little monkey was still perched on his shoulder!
Even after leaving the funeral home, the monkey stayed with them; if it ran away, they would definitely notice.
and many more.
Looking at his paper-mache arm, Chen Ji suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He switched places with the paper figure.
If the little monkey left after it boarded the sedan chair, then he would have no way of knowing...
Therefore, it could only have disappeared after entering this path.
But where will the little monkey go?