Chapter 139
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The resentful eyes of the tenant from Room 302 were closed by Han Fei. Her body disintegrated into shreds.
Just as she was about to die, the system suddenly said in Han Fei's mind, "Notification for Player 0000! Your employee, Drake, is heavily injured! Please find him as soon as possible or you'll fail the mission. "
'There's a time limit for this mission?'
Han Fei wanted to search the room a little longer but when he heard the system's voice, he picked up the box of razor blades and walked to the door.
There was no one in the corridor. The tenants seemed to have gotten used to the strange noises that came from Room 302.
'It's strangely quiet.'
After the death of the tenant from Room 302, something changed at the hostel.
Worried about Drake's safety, Han Fei decided not to waste any more time. He found the key to Room 304 from the urn and headed to the end of the corridor.
The key was inserted into the keyhole. Just as the door opened, the phone inside Room 304 rang.
The ringing broke the silence of the hostel. The whole building could hear it clearly.
Han Fei dashed into Room 304 and picked up the phone on the bedside table.
There was a faint panting sound on the other side of the phone. After a few seconds, the person on the other side said two words, "Hurry up and leave …"
The voice on the phone was low and weak. Han Fei recognized it as Drake's voice. "Where are you at the hostel?"
"Don't talk to me, don't answer me, leave now!" Drake struggled with his last ounce of energy. After he said that, the sound of a wound tearing came from the other end.
The phone was still on. When Han Fei heard the sound, he understood that there was someone else beside Drake.
It was that person who was holding the phone and torturing Drake, forcing him to speak.
Han Fei hung up the phone. He glanced at the red phone line that was embedded in the wall. The line looked like a human blood vessel.
'Drake won't let me speak. It seems like I'll be infected if I communicate with someone through the phone.' Han Fei's reaction was too quick. From the moment he stepped into the hostel, he was already suspicious of the phone. Coupled with Drake's warning, he was certain that there was something wrong with the phone.
Picking up the razor, Han Fei tried to cut the phone line but the thin red thread was much sturdier than he expected. The razor from Room 302 was unable to cut through it.
"Cry, can you try biting it open?"
Han Fei was about to try something else when a dark red ghost face poked its head into Room 304. The person was holding a wine bottle and staggered into the room.
When he got close to Han Fei, he suddenly sped up. Blood seeped out from his reddened skin and his body started to twist like a pile of flesh and blood.
Before Han Fei said anything, Weep attacked the drunkard.
Weep was the Resentment Spirit, the drunkard was merely the Regret of the Curse. The drunkard could not harm Weep at all. Instead, the wounds on his body increased.
At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the drunkard was killed, but Han Fei had a feeling that something was wrong.
The drunkard was in the same state as Drake who was controlled by the paper doll. He was muddle-headed and unconscious. He kept attacking Weep, trying to trade blows with Weep.
Just as the drunkard's soul was about to disperse, the robotic voice rang in his mind again, "Notification for Player 0000! Your employee Drake's self-consciousness is about to collapse! Please find him as soon as possible or the mission will fail. "
The robotic voice rang for the second time. Han Fei narrowed his eyes at the drunkard who was about to collapse.
'The first time the system warned me about Drake's injury was when the paper doll consumed Room 302. The second time the system warned me that Drake's consciousness was about to collapse was when this drunkard was about to be killed. This can't be a coincidence!'
Glancing at the phone behind him, a thought formed in Han Fei's mind.
'Could the real owner of this hostel be able to transfer the damage?'
Han Fei immediately had Weep stop. He forcibly pulled the line out from the phone. Blood leaked out from the socket. At the end of the line, there was something that looked like a human organ.
'Ignore the guest! We'll go to the first floor! '
Han Fei's memory was very good. He remembered clearly that when he first entered the hostel, the boss was also on the phone and the phone line at the counter extended all the way underground.
'If the phone is the cursed object inside this hostel, then its hiding place should be underneath the hostel!'
With that in mind, Han Fei hugged the urn and rushed out of Room 304 with Weep.
As they ran downstairs, the phones in all the rooms in the hotel rang. The closed doors opened one by one, and the guests walked out of their rooms as if they were sleepwalking.
'Ignore them!'
The ringing tortured Han Fei's eardrums. Han Fei rushed to the first floor. The boss in the raincoat was looking at him with a strange smile.
The wooden stairs creaked noisily. There was a flurry of footsteps as shadows ran down the stairs.
"Dear customer, I'm sorry but you can only check out at this time tomorrow." The boss pulled back the hood of his raincoat. There was an obvious crack on his skull. "If you insist on checking out early, then we'll have no choice but to charge you the rent in advance."
The hand that was hidden under the raincoat slowly reached out. It was a bone-chopping axe.
Seeing the other tenants running down the stairs, Han Fei was left with no other choice. "Lee Zai!"
"Is it time for dinner?"
A dark shadow crawled out from the crack on the urn. A lanky man tore open his stomach. There was another face hidden inside.
"Get your little brother out here! Quick! Smash a hole through the floor! "
The situation was more dangerous than Han Fei expected. The lanky man nodded. "You'd better stay back."
His body was bent at an impossible angle and he sent his head straight into the mouth inside his stomach!
This scary scene was even more terrifying than the ghosts inside the hostel. Han Fei did not expect the merging of the two brothers to be so scary.
The mouth on the stomach snapped off the lanky man's head. Rationality was consumed and all that was left was despair and madness.
The black shadow doubled in size. Li Huo, who was covered in muscles, began to pound the ground like a madman.
The 3 storey building shook lightly. The hollowed out floor was soon punched through by Lee Huo.
Wood splinters flew everywhere and a heavy stench drifted out from the ground. Han Fei covered his nose and mouth as he peered into the hole. What he saw made even the battle-hardened Han Fei shiver.
There was a corpse pit underneath the hostel!
The dead bodies were sewn together. Their bodies were entangled by blood red telephone wires. Some of the wires even pierced through their skin and were buried deep inside their bodies.
"Drake?"
The single-eyed worker was trapped in the middle of the dead bodies. He used his body to shield the child and a female body in his arms.
The woman looked friendly and approachable. Her eyes were closed and there was a satisfied smile on her face. However, her body was pierced through by multiple telephone wires. It was a scary sight.
Drake was at his limit. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse. His remaining eye was filled with pain.
"Help, help me …"
Drake did not expect to see Han Fei at a time like this. An inexplicable emotion appeared in his murky eyes. The rare emotion gave him a new burst of energy.
The only arm that could move grabbed the boy in his arms. He used the last of his energy to toss the boy out of the pit!
Han Fei caught the boy and hid behind him. Lee Huo, who had lost his mind, jumped into the pit. He tore and tore at the dead bodies but all the damage appeared to be transferred to Drake's body.
'The telephone wires should be a bridge. The curse has split the damage evenly. Only by attacking the cursed object can I break the curse!'
Lee Huo had lost control. Weep guarded the area. Han Fei could only rely on the paper doll.
Opening his inventory, Han Fei picked up the blood red paper doll.
Blood flowed. He hoped that the paper doll would crawl deeper into the pile of dead bodies but the paper doll only looked at him with a smile.
The doll's self-consciousness had been destroyed, it was nothing more than an empty shell.
Xu Qin's words echoed in Han Fei's mind. Xu Qin's sickeningly beautiful face appeared in his mind. When Xu Qin's face overlapped with the paper doll's face in his mind, a thick stench of blood drifted out.
'Go to the deepest part of the corpse pit! I want to see what those dead bodies are protecting! '
The paper doll appeared to understand Han Fei. It wobbled towards the pit of dead bodies. The smile on its face became more and more eerie.
This was Han Fei's first real attempt at controlling a paper doll. During the process, Han Fei felt like his brain was being pierced by needles. The paper doll's horrible past bombarded Han Fei's memory. It felt like the two memories would merge at any moment.
Han Fei finally understood the usefulness of his brain power. If not for his high intelligence, he would not have been able to control the paper doll for long.
As soon as the blood-red paper doll appeared, the atmosphere in the hotel immediately changed.
The stench of dead bodies was suppressed by the smell of blood. The thing inside the pile of dead bodies could not move. It could only watch as the paper doll crawled deeper into the pile of dead bodies.
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