Chapter 325
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The yellowed talismans had blood red words written on them. Black symbols were hidden under the peeling paint. The living room was littered with burnt paper money. Various pictures littered the floor.
Han Fei picked up the picture closest to him. It was a woman chained up. Her ankles had rusted together with the chains.
Her stomach was slightly bulging. Her head was lowered and her hair covered her face. One of her hands supported her body while the other reached out to the camera. She seemed to resist being photographed like this.
The blackened blanket, the pale skin, the thick chains, the slender arms. The subject reached out to block the camera in despair but the photographer continued to take pictures.
It was just a photo, but everything was so clear and dazzling.
"Bang!"
The sound of metal clanking came from the bedroom. The string on the door was pulled and the spirit bell jingled. A man's hoarse voice drifted out from inside the room.
Mixed in with the man's voice was a woman's scream. It sounded like her heart was being torn apart. The pain could not be measured by simple pain.
Holding the picture in his hand, Han Fei slowly moved around the living room. He was not sure whether the ghost was inside the room or not.
'This room is very creepy.'
The room was filled with strange and scary words. The walls were carved with spirit comforting runes. The strangest thing was the arrangement of the furniture in the room was like an open coffin.
Han Fei entered the Ziggurat and Room 1244 in real life but those places were not as depressing and despairing as the rooms in the cryptic world.
Once he stepped into the room, Han Fei could feel the difference in the room. Every piece of furniture in the room appeared to be attached to something very scary and heavy.
The screams continued. The spirit bell was torturing Han Fei but the man's chanting speed increased.
Avoiding the pictures on the floor, Han Fei sneaked closer to the main bedroom.
A doll made from human hair hung above the door. The bedroom door was left ajar. Han Fei peered through the gap.
The largest master bedroom in the house was decorated like a mourning hall. Zhuang Wen's mother's picture was hung on the wall. At the time, Zhuang Wen, who was not that old at the time, was kneeling on the ground crying. Her head was held down by an extremely ugly middle-aged man. The man was using a pen to write some evil suppression words on her back.
As the man wrote, he would mumble some strange words. His pronunciation was unique, Han Fei could only understand part of it. The gist of it was that the ghost on Zhuang Wen's mother had moved onto Zhuang Wen, Zhuang Wen was the evil spirit.
The scene before his eyes was suffocating. When Han Fei saw the man take out a long and thin carving knife, even though he knew this was just a fake memory, he still pushed the door open to stop the man.
But just as he pushed open the door, a girl's voice came from behind him.
"Who are you?"
Han Fei, who was in a state of high tension, was startled. He immediately turned his head around.
A little girl stood behind him. She looked very cute, especially her eyes, which were bright and gentle, as if she was very curious about everything in the world.
"I'm going to save the girl who was bullied." Han Fei stated his intention honestly.
When the girl heard that, she was confused. "Are there other girls in the house?"
"Isn't she …" Han Fei turned back to the master bedroom. The picture hanging in the hall was no longer of Zhuang Wen's mother but of Zhuang Wen.
This black and white picture was different from all the pictures in the living room. At least in the picture, Zhuang Wen looked normal.
Underneath the picture were two paper dolls that were exactly the size of a real person. Their bodies were filled with various words.
Before the paper dolls were a man and a woman.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties was carving something on their bodies. The carving was similar to the words on the paper dolls. The middle-aged man appeared to want the paper dolls to die in their place.
Repeating the words that he had told Zhuang Wen before, the middle-aged man slowly took out a long and thin carving knife. He dipped the knife in cinnabar and carved the exorcism words on the man and woman's bodies.
The man and woman screamed in pain. The middle-aged man's ugly face was filled with pain but he had to do this.
Even though the Exorcist's children were being punished, Han Fei's expression remained serious.
The little girl was confused. She thought Han Fei did not understand the crux of the matter. She stuttered, "They're all bad people, don't be nice to them."
"I'm not feeling bad because I pity them, I'm just thinking about how the woman was treated in the same way." Han Fei silently closed the door to the master bedroom. While he was chatting with the girl, he did not forget to check the other rooms.
Soon he discovered something interesting. After pushing open a door, Han Fei would see Zhuang Wen's painful memories and the many horrible things that had happened to her.
However, whenever the little girl appeared, the scene inside the room would change and only the Exorcist's family would remain.
The Ziggurat's heart contained the dead's memories but the little girl did not appear to be able to see those horrible memories.
After checking all the rooms, Han Fei stopped at the balcony door. He was reminded of the conversation he had with the child in the Ziggurat.
Turning to look at the innocent little girl, Han Fei opened his mouth but in the end, he did not ask the question that was set in the Ziggurat.
Raising his arm, Han Fei touched the little girl's head. "You're here, seeing these things every day, do you really feel happy?"
The girl blinked. She did not quite understand what Han Fei meant. She thought about it for a long time and then shook her head.
"Since you're not happy, then why don't you leave this place and see a different world? There are many things outside the door that you've never seen before. I can't guarantee that they'll all be good, but at least some of them will bring you true happiness. " Han Fei could not make up for what had already happened in the real world. All he could do was touch the girl's head in the cryptic world.
"Outside the room?" The girl hesitated. Just as she started to waver, the talismans on the balcony door started to tremble. Then one of the talismans fell off.
Han Fei knew the source of the Suicide Ghost's hatred was on the balcony. He immediately grabbed the girl's hand and retreated.
The bells in the room rang madly. The talismans fell off the balcony door. The normal-looking balcony door started to shake like it could shatter at any moment.
"This room is too dangerous, I'll get you out of here first." Carrying the girl, Han Fei did not go to the balcony but ran out of Room 1244!
When he left the room, the system announced in his mind, "Notification for Player 0000! The mission reward you've selected from Room 1244 is — Zhuang Wen.
"Zhuang Wen's child has died. Unable to accept the truth, she took the last shred of humanity in her as her own child. Perhaps this last shred of humanity is the real Zhuang Wen. This should be a mother's instinct. Even if she has turned into a monster that hates everything, she is willing to leave the last bit of beauty for her child.
"Warning! You've taken away the last shred of humanity from Zhuang Wen, you'll be hunted by Zhuang Wen forever, no matter when or where! You won't rest until you're dead! "
Before the system finished, the talismans on the balcony door disintegrated into dust. A chilling voice rang out at the balcony door.
"If I catch you, you'll die!"
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