Frightening Joke: Above the Mist
Chapter 125 Two People

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Two People

Du Shangjing hid under the bed, his thoughts churning incessantly.

Gradually, a wave of panic washed over him.

No way...

He had stayed in the same place for too long.

This was a big mistake, no matter how you looked at it.

The idea that Fog Gathering punishes the passive, Du Shangjing considered it a misinterpretation.

He believed that Fog Gathering had no consciousness; it was an inanimate object with a set of operating rules, incapable of monitoring everyone’s actions in another world.

The so-called punishment by Fog Gathering was merely because the longer one stayed in a small area, the greater the chance of being detected by a fierce ghost.

That was Du Shangjing’s thought.

Thus, when an inexplicable sense of panic arose in his heart, Du Shangjing immediately crawled out from under the bed.

Even if stepping out would lead him to bump into a fierce ghost, even if the floor was covered in blood and limbs, he had to go.

At this moment, Du Shangjing could not hope for rescue from anyone; he could only find a way to survive on his own!

...

In the corridor.

Bai Yanliang and Su Jieyi walked one after the other towards the depths of the hallway.

This corridor sloped downwards, and they had been walking for almost two minutes, yet they couldn’t reach the end.

However... Bai Yanliang’s face grew increasingly pale.

Su Jieyi shone her phone’s light, seeing Bai Yanliang suddenly stop, she thought he might have discovered something and asked, "Did you see... anything there?"

Bai Yanliang did not answer; he leaned against the wall, hitting his head hard.

Since entering this corridor, his brain had been crazily repeating certain phrases.

"My name is Hu Chen, male, twenty-six years old.

When I was a child, I often had a recurring strange dream, a... very strange dream.

No beginning, no end, I couldn’t see my body, yet I felt my presence.

I was standing in a long, narrow corridor.

Old wooden floors, mottled walls, a low ceiling.

The corridor was very deep, and I kept walking forward, yet no matter how hard I tried, it seemed like I could never reach the end..."

A sharp pain attacked, and Bai Yanliang felt a sudden weakness in his body.

Su Jieyi hurriedly supported him; at this moment, Bai Yanliang seemed terribly unwell.

He was trembling all over, and the intense pain had already begun to contort his face.

Bai Yanliang didn’t know what was happening; he only felt... as if something was about to burst out of his head...

"Ah!"

Bai Yanliang let out a cry of pain.

"Shut up!"

Su Jieyi was startled by him; she originally thought Bai Yanliang was yelling at her, but in a moment, she realized Bai Yanliang was furiously banging his head against the wall, cursing, seemingly at himself...

"I kept walking forward; the corridor started becoming narrower, lower; I felt uncomfortable, gradually unable to walk upright, forcing me to kneel; otherwise, my head would hit the ceiling.

And so, I continued to crawl forward.

However... the ceiling lowered more and more, the walls on both sides closing in; breathing got harder and harder..."

The words echoed incessantly in his mind.

Bai Yanliang leaned against the wall, his face deathly pale, slumping softly against the corridor wall.

The words in his mind continued:

"For some reason, I couldn’t stop, nor could I turn around.

The corridor behind was pitch-black, but I could hear... there seemed to be breathing behind me.

I desperately walked forward until finally... the increasingly narrow corridor pressed me to the ground, and there was no path ahead.

I... finally reached the end of the corridor.

There was a door, a small wooden door, very ancient, with gaps unable to close tight, revealing darkness inside.

I kept staring at the wooden door, and then... the dream ended..."

It was Doctor Zhao.

It was the voice of that madman Doctor Zhao!

Bai Yanliang’s mind repeated the words Doctor Zhao had said before.

Su Jieyi regarded him blankly, unsure of what to do; she could only illuminate him with her phone, under whose light Bai Yanliang’s face was ghostly white, like... a corpse long dead.

Su Jieyi suddenly shivered, and her phone slipped to the ground by accident.

"Clatter—clatter—"

In the ominously quiet corridor, the sound of the phone rolling on the floor was glaring, the straight beam of light shining upwards scattered, faintly illuminating Su Jieyi and Bai Yanliang’s faces.

As she bent down to pick up her phone, a ghastly pale hand quietly extended, gradually moving towards her back...

However, at that moment, a familiar man’s voice suddenly sounded in the darkness in front of her.

"Miss Su?"

Su Jieyi was momentarily stunned, then goosebumps spread all over her body.

Bai Yanliang?!

Wasn’t he sitting on the ground behind her?

How could there be two Bai Yanliangs?!

A strong sense of fear instantly surged, causing Su Jieyi to collapse on the floor, paralyzed.

Who was real, who was fake?

No... something’s wrong!

Su Jieyi suddenly remembered Bai Yanliang’s odd behavior earlier, a sight she had never seen before.

He had desperately held his head, as if remembering something, or... as if something was about to burst out of his mind.

In a flash, Su Jieyi picked up her phone and pointed its light towards the Bai Yanliang who had just been leaning against the wall, wracked with a splitting headache.

But... he was gone.

Vanished!

The Bai Yanliang who had helped her on the second floor, analyzed ways to survive with her, and came here with her, was gone!

Although she guessed as much, the fear still surged uncontrollably within her.

Su Jieyi couldn’t believe everything that had just happened...

Had she been... traveling with the ghost all along?

"Where is everyone else? Miss Su?"

The Bai Yanliang who approached from deeper within the corridor stood before Su Jieyi.

Su Jieyi’s spirit was exceedingly sensitive.

She grabbed her phone and pointed its light at Bai Yanliang, shouting:

"Don’t come any closer!"

The not-so-bright light, yet stark in the dim corridor, illuminated two figures.

Bai Yanliang, and... Xu Zhifei who held onto his arm.

Seeing this scenario, Su Jieyi finally let down her guard and broke into tears, sobbing and trembling as she spoke:

"Ghost... the Bai Yanliang on the third floor is a ghost! The one who called us for help from the window is the real one..."

What?!

Bai Yanliang’s face showed significant shock, "There’s another of me?"

As he was about to squat down and inquire in detail, he realized Xu Zhifei was still holding him.

Bai Yanliang glanced up at her, and Xu Zhifei quietly let go.

"What’s happening? Explain it carefully!"

Looking at the Bai Yanliang before her, Su Jieyi’s mind was completely mixed up.

Identical, whether in demeanor, tone, or thought patterns...

The Bai Yanliang before her and the one earlier were the exact same person.

But seeing Xu Zhifei, Su Jieyi knew this Bai Yanliang was the real one.

She wept softly, stammering out her ordeal.

Bai Yanliang listened carefully to her account, and even he felt a sense of disbelief upon hearing it.

Why... why did that fake Bai Yanliang act almost exactly like him?

It seemed... it forgot it was a ghost?

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