OBS Chapter 390 [Domain·Drowning] Huang Ying's Diary
Chapter 390 [Domain·Drowning] Huang Ying's Diary
Huang Ying's grandmother is a ghost.
She died a long time ago... maybe a few hours ago, or perhaps just last night.
Zheng Meng only realized at this moment that when they first entered the noodle shop, there were two hanged ghosts separated only by the ceiling!
The faint footprints on the bedroom floor already indicated who killed them.
Huang Ying.
Zheng Meng felt a chill run through her body. She couldn't help but stare at the empty noose. The person who had been hanged was already downstairs; what would it kill next...?
Who is it?
She didn't have time to think. She turned around and ran to the window, trying to jump out!
But in the next second.
Her feet stopped abruptly.
It's not under Zheng Meng's control.
Zheng Meng's heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, she turned around uncontrollably and picked up a small stool from the side.
She walked stiffly toward the empty rope.
step.
Two steps.
I walked past Grandma Huang Ying's body.
In an instant, Zheng Meng suddenly realized what was about to happen!
Goosebumps instantly erupted all over her arms. She wanted it, she wanted it...
The old man was still staring at her, his mouth, which had only a few teeth left, slightly open, from which came a kind of giggling sound like a child's.
"You're going to die!"
Zheng Meng placed the stool under the hemp rope.
Zheng Meng walked onto the stool.
Zheng Meng gripped the lasso with both hands.
Zheng Meng put her head in...
Bang!
As the bench was kicked aside, the rope immediately tightened.
An overwhelming sense of despair filled Zheng Meng's heart.
She had considered how she would die in the domain... but she never imagined that she would hang herself!
But just then, the door was suddenly flung open with a bang, and a tall figure stumbled in!
It is Wan Chengzhong.
Wan Chengzhong is back!
why?
Why did he come back?
He should have seen it; the red schoolbag isn't here.
In Zheng Meng's plummeting thoughts, a glimmer of light finally appeared. She immediately began to frantically swing her legs, signaling Wan Chengzhong to look at her!
help me!
The old woman next to him stopped laughing.
She slowly raised her hands and grasped the rope around her neck.
"Ah...ah..."
Zheng Meng was unable to speak at all; she could only let out a few hoarse cries, signaling Wan Chengzhong to quickly rescue her!
Wan Chengzhong looked at Grandma Huang Ying with an extremely solemn expression. Without a second's hesitation, he headed straight for his target.
Zheng Meng was still kicking her legs.
The constant, violent movements only tightened the rope further. Her expression shifted from hope to despair, and then to intense hatred when she saw Wan Chengzhong heading straight for the window.
Wan Chengzhong never glanced at her once from beginning to end.
"help me......"
she murmured.
But she already knew that Wan Chengzhong wouldn't save her.
Wan Chengzhong never even considered saving her.
In her daze, she heard a loud thud beside her, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Grandma Huang Ying... came down too?
Okay, okay, kill him....
This was the last thought in her mind.
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Meng's legs stopped moving.
She is dead.
Wan Chengzhong had already torn off the half-sheet of draft paper that was nailed to the wall from beside the window.
But at the same time, a musty, old-fashioned smell wafted up from behind him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wan Chengzhong immediately jumped out of the window!
His body was briefly out of control for a second, but the feeling disappeared immediately as he fell out of the window.
The sunlight pierced his eyes again, and he felt a surge of soreness all over his body, but without hesitation, he took off running and ran until he was far away from Huang's noodle shop before finally stopping.
A sharp pain shot through his arm. He pulled back his sleeve and saw cracks appearing on his skin, which was covered with a wood-like texture.
"The necessary price."
Wan Chengzhong murmured.
He reached into his pocket and ran his hand along the uneven edges of the draft paper.
This piece of paper only has the top half.
The second half of the picture is in Huang Ying's bedroom, which Wan Chengzhong saw the first time he entered the room.
Of course, he also saw the old man's body, which had been hanged, slowly open its eyes!
There was no one in this noodle shop, only two hanged ghosts!
One for one...
All those who enter the realm are thinking too narrowly. Who said that only those who drown need to find a scapegoat?
Therefore, Chen Ji and Li Yinghe were not lucky either. Grandpa Huang Ying would leave them behind alone to replace them.
Actually, Zheng Meng and I escaped a disaster.
But he wouldn't go into Huang Ying's bedroom; once he did, he had to get his hands on that piece of paper.
The reason the two ghosts are guarding this house is most likely to prevent others from stealing the paper.
That one, along with the top half he found on the table in the storage room, could piece together Huang Ying's complete diary!
But Wan Chengzhong must seize the moment.
He did indeed tamper with the door to prevent Zheng Meng from escaping and to shield her from the ghost.
Zheng Meng indeed came in handy.
There were only two hemp ropes in the room. One was occupied by Grandma Huang Ying, and the other was empty, waiting for someone to fill it.
The only chance Wan Chengzhong could get into the house and retrieve the second half of the paper was if both ropes were occupied; only then would he have a chance of survival.
The path to survival across the entire domain.
Wan Chengzhong's gaze darkened slightly. Not a single person, not even Li Bi, knew...
Zhu Guang wasn't the only one who encountered a ghost last night.
And him.
In the reflection of the water on the floor, he didn't see his own face, but rather the water ghost that corresponded to him.
Her face was pale and swollen, her whole body was soaking wet, and she was staring at him with resentment.
Wan Chengzhong knew that this meant... he was also being targeted by a ghost.
Fortunately, he found an important clue: Huang Ying's diary!
Wan Chengzhong took a deep breath and pieced the two draft papers together. The handwriting on the paper was beautiful and divided into several paragraphs.
(Dream)
I dreamt of that scene again.
A ghost is standing at the head of my bed.
He just stared at me quietly, his whole body dripping wet.
【who is it? 】
I can't see clearly, it's too dark, I feel like I'm drowning...
Leave a blank line
(in water)
While washing my face...
The water in the basin was strangely clear, like a mirror.
[In the water]
I saw a ghost.
But how could that be? No, no.
[Pale, swollen, with pieces of softened skin peeling off, but the most terrifying thing is]
That's me.
Leave a blank line.
(Save me)
It says
It says
Huang Ying's death is imminent.
The cause of death will be drowning.
[Just in July, midway through the holiday]
Two blank lines
(Is death really inevitable?)
What does death feel like?
Will I ever see my mom and dad again?
Everything was over, but as I cried by the river, I overheard my older siblings whispering; they seemed to be cursed by a ghost as well.
(Things that must be done)
Should we try that method?
They say there's a shady way to save your life.
[When you are alone with someone, cut off a lock of hair from the person you have chosen and throw it into the Jagu River. That person will then die in your place.]
Leave a blank line
(date of death)
I still can't bring myself to do it...