Chapter 217
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'Night Barber Shop? That doesn't sound like a proper name. '
Looking at the scattered hair on the floor, Han Fei had no idea where he should step. This was definitely the dirtiest and messiest barber shop he had ever seen.
"Bang!"
After Han Fei entered the shop, the man turned to close the shutter door. Instantly, only the two of them were left in the room.
The cracked mirror reflected Han Fei's face, the terror in his eyes was overflowing.
The atmosphere in the room became more oppressive. The middle-aged man did not bother to hide his malice. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby counter.
"Young man, it's easy to run into ghosts if you wander around at night." The sharp scissors clicked noisily. The middle-aged man revealed his arms. All the fingers on both of his hands were severed and then stitched back together. It looked very strange.
"Thank you for saving me. Their whole family is crazy. They even wanted to chop off my limbs and make me stay in their house forever." Han Fei still did not seem to notice the problem. There was a trace of gratitude in his voice. He still looked like he had not recovered from the shock.
"Their family is indeed crazy but …" The man's head slowly twisted. "At least you'll be able to survive if you stay with them but now you've lost that chance."
A strange laugh came from his lips. The man's eyes were filled with excitement and pride. He thought he was very lucky. "The owner of this shop went to Cattle Alley. He needed a doorman so he made me into a living mannequin. Look at the stitches on my arms, look at the knife marks on my arms, look at my face! "
The man became more and more agitated. He gripped the scissors and kept showing Han Fei the scars on his body.
The thin stitches stitched his skin together. The middle-aged man felt like a doll made from human skin.
Under the extreme torture, the man had lost his mind. He desperately wanted to release the pain, he wanted to repeat what he had experienced on Han Fei once again.
"I will make you into what the owner wants and then you'll take over from me. But don't worry, I'm not as cruel as the owner. I'll only cut open your chest and neck. "The man said as he walked towards Han Fei.
"Aren't you the owner of this shop?" The fear on Han Fei's face slowly dissipated. "Those who can open a shop at a place like this must be very scary. I do wish to meet him. The barber shop is a new business."
"Playing dumb won't work on me. Do you have any last words?" The stitches on the man's face were about to split. His body was filled with bloody hair.
"This little thing sure looks unique." Han Fei played the pig to prevent himself from being ambushed by Top Lingering Spirits. After all, the cryptic world was filled with danger, the roles of prey and predator could change at any moment.
But now that Han Fei confirmed the barber shop owner was gone, he no longer needed to act.
Opening the urn, Han Fei allowed Weep and Drake to walk out. The two Lingering Spirits joined hands to beat the man until his soul almost dissipated.
'The boss of Night Color Barber Shop has gone to Cattle Alley, perhaps I'll run into him there. I should keep this doll for now.'
Han Fei picked up the man from the ground. The man's remaining Yin energy had been consumed by Weep, all that was left was a tattered skin bag.
'Soul-Depth Touch.'
Han Fei sensed deep fear and anxiety from the man, the fear that was hidden in his heart originated from someone.
Ever since Han Fei upgraded his Soul-Depth Touch, his ability to sense things became more specific. In fact, he could even reconstruct the person that left the deepest impression in a Specter's memory.
'Based on the man's impression, the barber shop owner is very powerful, he is definitely not a normal Lingering Spirit!'
It was easy for Han Fei and his neighbours to deal with normal Lingering Spirits but the middle-level Lingering Lingering Spirits would be hard to deal with.
If they ran into Lingering Lingering Spirits like Jin Sheng or Little Eight, they would be lucky to be able to survive.
Han Fei folded the man's leather bag and stuffed it into the urn. Then he had Drake search through the items inside the shop.
Drake had worked at the convenience store for a long time. He had come across all kinds of good stuff. He had developed an eye of discernment, he could spot treasures that normal Lingering Spirits would miss.
"Boss, there is a heavy lingering Lingering Energy on the wigs inside this barber shop."
Drake led Han Fei deeper into the barber shop. When they flipped open the bed cover, everyone was shocked.
Other barber shops would shave the customers' hair but this one would shave the customers' hair directly.
The boss chopped off the Lingering Spirits' heads and used their hatred and despair to nourish his hair. The hair was filled with Yin energy, it was like the toughest rope.
"Is the Yin energy on this hair useful to you?"
"Yes."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's run after the Yin energy is sucked dry! If we're caught by the boss, even if we're innocent, we won't be able to explain ourselves. "
The barber shop was filled with human skulls. The skulls had pained expressions, Han Fei was trying to help them escape.
Han Fei did not expect such a small barbershop to house so many zombies and Yin energy. The barbershop manager appeared to be plotting something big.
After consuming the last trace of Yin energy inside the barber shop, Weep's body started to change.
The child's crying echoed in Han Fei's ears. All the lingering spirits within 10 metres of him were affected. Sadness, pain, despair, endless negative emotions surged out from their hearts. They slammed against their rationality like waves.
The air became oppressive. All the joy and happiness in the world disappeared instantly. It was as if God had pressed the switch to control human emotions. Everyone's heart was filled with despair and sorrow.
Tears of blood leaked out from the corner of his eyes. Weep reached out his hands to pick up the ceremonial urn. He pulled out a wrinkled picture from the bottom of the urn.
In the picture, there was a timid child. Next to him stood an adult whose face had been smeared away.
The Yin energy solidified. Weep stared at the picture with his bleeding eyes, staring at himself in it.
He reached out several times to destroy the picture but he was too weak to do so.
The picture appeared to represent something in Weep's memory. He thought that after he became stronger, he would be able to destroy that thing but reality proved that he was still unable to do so.
His nails dug into his skin. Despair and pain made him lose control. Sharp thorns began to emerge from his skinny body like thorns.
The thorns that were sharper than knives were formed from pain and sorrow. After consuming a large amount of Yin energy, Weep appeared to have gained a new ability. He could not only influence other people's emotions but he could also manifest his own pain and sorrow in a different form.
'The stronger the lingering spirit, the greater the despair and pain in their heart?' Han Fei knew what Weep had been through. He felt sorry for the child.
He reached out to grab the thorny arm. Han Fei squatted down beside Weep. "Don't worry, sooner or later you'll be able to do what you want. We'll be by your side."
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