Chapter 327
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Han Fei did not have time to deal with Xiao Fang and Brother Hua. His mind was filled with the image of the Jumper Ghost. He could not shake it away!
'Calm down! The little girl has been brought out. This is a rare opportunity, I have to seize it! '
'Yes! Calm down! If we want the Jumper Ghost to regain her sanity, we'll have to try to merge their scattered memories together. "
'First, I need to go to the 8th floor to find the female streamer. I need her to put on a red dress. Only then will the red dress have a chance of stopping the Jumper Ghost.
'After the Jumper Ghost is stopped, I need to find the divorced mother and the syringe girl as well as their child. Then …'
The wind howled into Han Fei's ears. The stench of blood washed over Han Fei's head like a viscous wave.
The Jumper Ghost had caught up to him!
Different from resentment, the Jumper Ghost radiated a chilling presence. That should be the hatred in her heart.
From resentment to hatred, one had to cross a certain threshold. Even though the Jumper Ghost did not turn into real hatred, the mark of hatred was left on her.
Too late to dodge, Han Fei raised the wooden box over his head.
"Bang!"
Wood splinters flew. The red box was shattered by the Jumper Ghost's broken arm. The arm that was covered in the Death Curse reached into the box but it was unable to reach Han Fei's head.
Blood gathered and a red wind howled down the corridor. A brighter red dress than ever appeared on the other side of the Death Curse.
Inside the narrow corridor, the two forces collided. Old and new grudges intertwined.
"Give me back my child!"
The Death Curse on the Jumper Ghost was boiling. The strange black words stuck together and morphed into a new shape.
After the last shred of humanity was taken away by Han Fei, the Jumper Ghost no longer repeated death and destruction. For the first time, she uttered other words.
The Jumper Ghost, who was controlled by the Butterfly's hatred, finally had what she wanted.
Under the influence of extreme anger, her battered heart started to beat again.
Han Fei had no idea what kind of trouble he had caused. After all, even the Butterfly did not dare to touch the child of the jumping ghost. He even dragged the family of 3 into Room 1244 so that the jumping ghost could vent his hatred on them.
But now, Han Fei had snatched away the most important thing from the jumper. The door to Room 1244 seemed to have been smashed. If the butterfly did not come to Apartment 1 soon, it would only be a matter of time before the place was' demolished 'by the jumper and Han Fei.
The jumper and the red dress were both incomplete but the collisions between them had pushed Apartment 1 to its limit. Normally, the manager would intervene but until now, Han Fei had not even seen the manager's shadow.
Blood-red cracks appeared on the walls, and the nearby door was directly torn apart like a piece of paper.
The red dress once again bought Han Fei valuable time. He carried the little girl down the corridor and went up the stairs from the other side of the corridor.
"Open the door! I found your child! "
Han Fei knocked madly on the divorced mother's door. Little Ghost poked his head out from behind the door like he was wondering why the man would say that he had found the divorced mother's child.
"Open the door!"
Hurried footsteps echoed. The divorced mother opened the door. She looked quite afraid.
"This is your child!" Han Fei carried the little girl and walked into the room.
"But my child is a boy …" The divorced mother wanted to say something but the little girl in Han Fei's arms suddenly placed her hand on the divorced mother's face. When her fingers touched her face, the divorced mother was rendered speechless. A tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
She did not realize she was already crying. She could not remember anything, her memory was completely different but the tears would not stop.
"That's impossible, my child is a boy. He always goes to look for the room key at night when the adults are asleep. I love him so much but for some reason, he keeps leaving me." The divorced mother wiped away the tears on her face but the more she tried, the more tears flowed. Before she knew it, her face was covered in tears.
"Your memory has been tampered with, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! She is your most precious thing! " Han Fei's empty hand grabbed the divorced mother's shoulder. Using Soul-Depth Touch, he shook the woman violently. "Remember! For your child, for the sake of finding your child! "
Han Fei's voice grew louder and the divorced mother's face started to change. The places where the tears fell revealed new skin.
She appeared to be in unimaginable pain. Finally, she let out a shrill scream.
"Stop lying to yourself! Face your true self! You represent Zhuang Wen's motherly nature! You are the most important part of her, the most inseparable part! "
Han Fei's voice echoed in the living room. Zhuang Wen's mother's hair fell down. The transformation on her body seemed to have ended. She did not give off a strong presence.
Just as Han Fei thought the divorced mother was powerless and was about to drag her away by force, the bedroom door next to them opened.
A pale face suddenly appeared from the gap of the dark door. Then, the face twisted like water ripples and turned into a little ghost.
Not long after that, another face appeared, then a third, a fourth … The ghosts started to morph and they crowded at the bedroom door!
After so many years, the divorced mother would bring home a ghost every night to treat it as her own dead child!
A suffocating Yin energy drifted out from the bedroom. Han Fei's hand that gripped the divorced mother's shoulder slowly loosened. "I might have been rude earlier but I'm not being rude. You represent Zhuang Wen's motherly nature …"
Before he finished, the divorced mother raised her head. Her eyes stared right at the little girl and her lips quivered. Slowly, she uttered, "Give me my child …"
"Why are you saying the same thing? I can give it to you but not now! "
Staring at the room full of ghosts, Han Fei retreated from the room and rushed upstairs!
"Don't chase me! I'm trying to help you! "
The door to the divorced mother's room was slammed open by the ghosts. Child handprints appeared behind Han Fei. "Seriously? How can a single motherly memory be so powerful? "
Han Fei did not even have time to catch his breath. Gritting his teeth, he ran to the 18th floor.
Before he appeared, he heard the businessman's helpless sigh. "Why is it you again? I've already switched from the left to the right. Don't you need to sleep at night? "
"Get out of my way!"
Han Fei roared at the businessman. Then he rushed to the 22nd floor. That was where the last victim, the syringe woman, lived.
Seeing Han Fei's madness, the businessman silently took a step back. He looked wronged. "Why are you yelling so loudly … I've already tried to avoid you, who knew you would turn around and run?"
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