Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

Chapter 567 [Domain - Second Gate] Make a wish upon me

There's something different about my own body.

where is it?

Never mind that for now, stop the bleeding first. We can't let him bleed to death!

As she bled more and more, Feng Yao's self-awareness grew stronger, as if the soul that had possessed her was slowly fading away.

And she finally got a chance to catch her breath.

As a result, she once again gained control of her body, though only for a few seconds!

Feng Yao gritted her teeth and actually forced herself to stand up, swaying as she grabbed the edge of the sink.

Immediately afterwards, she took off her coat to stop the bleeding—

But that's it.

suddenly.

Feng Yao felt a strange sensation all over her body.

My perspective is strange.

Too high?

My own body is strange?

It's too heavy.

It was at this moment that her body once again went out of control.

However, Feng Yao's consciousness became clearer than ever before.

She was so clear-headed that she could clearly hear a muffled, malicious chuckle coming from inside her own brain.

"You're afraid of dying."

"You don't want to die at all."

"But suicide is already too lenient for you, isn't it?"

Feng Yao raised her right hand uncontrollably.

He slowly raised the blood-stained shards of the mirror in front of him.

A blurry scarlet hue glided across a patch of pitch-black color and fell into the sink.

Snapped.

Her gaze was fixed on the darkness.

Eyelashes flutter.

Snapped.

He forced his eyelids open.

Snapped.

Everything in my eyes gradually became clear.

Until it was clear enough for her to see the image reflected in the fragments.

It wasn't her face.

It's an eye.

Dark, hollow eyeballs were embedded in gray, wrinkled eyelids.

He quietly watched Feng Yao through the shards of the mirror.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang again, but Feng Yao couldn't answer it.

She could only let the shrill ringing of the bell echo in this eerie, cramped toilet.

You look desperate.

That voice in her heart spoke again.

"Make a wish for me."

After saying that, the eyeball within the fragment slid sluggishly and slowly dissipated upwards...

"Jingle Bell--"

After a brief ring, the phone abruptly ended.

Feng Yao's head lifted uncontrollably again, looking at the shattered, broken mirror on the sink.

She saw her own body.

Very high.

Then she saw a humanoid figure with distorted limbs, like some kind of primate that had lost its hair and was covered only in wrinkled skin, lying on her back.

But there was nothing on her back at all... This thing only appeared in the mirror.

That dusty, gray head was pressed tightly against another face, Feng Yao's own face—

Eyes move.

Feng Yao's brain suddenly went blank!

She stared in disbelief at her reflection in the mirror; her entire head was swollen, covered in bruises and congealed blood...

But even so.

Feng Yao also realized something immediately.

This is not her.

It's not Feng Yao.

This is a man.

She is now inside a man's body.

"...Make a wish?"

Feng Yao watched as the man opened his mouth and murmured in a hoarse voice.

After a few seconds of pause, he said in a daze:

"I can have whatever I want...?"

His eyelids trembled uncontrollably, and blood continued to gush from his wrist, but a flash of madness suddenly appeared in the man's eyes:

"I don't want to die!"

His frantic roar silenced everything outside.

Suddenly, several heavy footsteps approached, and someone pounded on the door: "What's all the noise about?!"

Feng Yao felt a surge of rage rising within her like a flame, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the doorway.

A low, guttural growl escaped her lips:

"Damn them..."

"It's just a debt, I already said I'll pay it back quickly, just two more games..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The next second, he said without any emotion:

"I want them dead."

"They will suffer a hundred times more than I am now."

The ghost climbing on his back grinned and gave a sinister laugh.

"as you wish."

next second.

A brief silence fell over both inside and outside the toilet.

Feng Yao stared stiffly at the door.

Through the frosted glass door, she could vaguely see two figures, and suddenly looked up.

wrong......

They didn't carry it.

Instead, it was like an invisible hand reaching down from above.

stab-

Both heads were removed.

Blood splattered all over the glass door. The entire black casino seemed to freeze for a second before a heart-wrenching scream erupted!

Amidst the screams, Feng Yao heard her own body emit two sickly laughs.

"satisfied?"

The ghost on her back murmured.

Feng Yao nodded involuntarily.

"Great, this is just the beginning. You'll have so much more to your name..."

In the mirror, the ghost's head twisted eerily and pressed against the man's face.

But Feng Yao still didn't sense anything.

"what would you like?"

said the man.

"It's very simple. I also have a wish."

The ghost's voice was very soft in my mind.

"There are six things, can you help me find them...?"

Feng Yao suddenly felt a jolt of excitement, and an unbelievable guess flashed through her mind like lightning!

Six...

Could this person be...? But how could that be?

She was completely focused on her own mind, wanting to keep listening!

But at this moment——

She suddenly saw that the ghost's head in the mirror turned slightly.

I stared straight at the two figures in the mirror.

One is the ghost itself, and the other is a man.

But he didn't seem to be looking at either of the two figures.

Immediately afterwards, everything froze, even the blood droplets flowing from the mirror stopped in mid-air.

A sudden chill ran straight to the top of Feng Yao's head. She felt an extremely strong malice, as if it could penetrate her body and come straight at her!

"Feng Yao".

It wasn't in her mind, but a real voice, as if it were ringing in her ears.

The ghost opened its mouth and emitted a chilling, eerie sound, indistinct and disordered:

"What are you looking at?"

The blood seemed to freeze at that moment.

Like the fourth wall being broken, Feng Yao stared at the ghost in disbelief, feeling her consciousness gradually slipping away—

That's when.

An old-fashioned cell phone on the ground beeps.

Automatically forwarded to voicemail:

"You son of a bitch, you dare hang up on me?!"

"I just called your family. You even cheated your parents out of their retirement money, didn't you?"

"You gambling addict, I knew I shouldn't have lent you money, and I even considered you a friend..."

"You're fucking hopeless..."

"Zhou Liang!"