The merchant's heart was filled with bitterness. He was about to say something when he heard shuffling footsteps coming from downstairs.
Turning back to look, his already bloodless face paled even more. Countless ghosts surrounded a crazed woman as they rushed up the stairs.
'Why is there another one?' Shrinking his neck, the merchant closed the door and hid in the corridor. 'Who is that man? I've seen scumbags who were beaten to a pulp by a few women but I've never seen a security guard who was chased by so many ghosts. How many of them have been replaced already? '
The merchant counted on his fingers. Occasionally, he would sneak a peek outside.
Han Fei who had never cared about other people's gazes finally arrived at the 22nd floor. The sound of crying entered his ears. This time, the wounded boy did not stand in the stairwell but stood next to the safety door.
To prevent her child from being kidnapped by people like Han Fei again, she did not dare to let the boy stray too far away from the safety door.
But she didn't expect that Han Fei would come again.
The woman's sickly face appeared in the window. Her hand that held the syringe was raised. If Han Fei dared to touch the boy, she would pierce the needle through Han Fei's head.
"Wake up! This girl is your real child! "
Han Fei walked past the injured boy and pushed the safety door open. Then he reached out to grab the woman's wrist.
'Touch the secrets of the soul!' Seeing through the surface and directly touching the depths of the soul, the Needle Woman also contained Zhuang Wen's maternal nature, but this maternal nature was corroded by the memories of the past and turned into something else.
The divorced mother was the perfect mother in Zhuang Wen's fantasy while the woman was the embodiment of Zhuang Wen's mother in real life. She relied on drugs, believed the exorcist's words and used her child as a bargaining chip. She was crazy and scary.
Her wrist was grabbed. The woman's eyes slowly widened.
'What is the meaning of this? You kidnapped my son last time? You want to kidnap me this time? '
Before the syringe could fall, a small, cold hand was placed on the face of the woman holding the syringe. Her crazed expression instantly froze, and there seemed to be something instinctive awakening in her shattered heart.
When the security door was knocked down, the woman was ready. If Han Fei dared to take her child away, she would swing the syringe. But now, her hand couldn't move as she stared at the little girl with a pair of crazed eyes.
"My … child?"
As she muttered to herself, Syringe Lady seemed to have thought of something.
"Let's talk as we walk!"
Holding the little girl in one hand and the wounded boy in the other, Han Fei ran away.
The syringe girl stood where she was for a while. When the divorced mother appeared with the group of kids, her chest rose and fell violently as if something had broken the seal in her heart.
"My child, they took my child, that's my child!"
With her pupils shaking, Syringe Lady's limbs suddenly changed shape. Every single one of her nails was like a blood-soaked carving knife.
She dropped the syringe in her hand and chased after Han Fei.
'The original Jumper Ghost was unable to leave Room 1244 through the door but now he has left; the divorced mother, who has never left her home to search for her child, now she has left; the last one is Syringe Lady, the woman who has been holding onto the syringe, the woman bound by pain and torment has dropped her syringe as well. All of them have changed, the Butterfly's restriction on the three sets of memories appears to have been broken by me. '
Han Fei's intention was good but the problem was the number of 'people' chasing after him had increased. The red dress would not be able to hold off so many 'people'.
'I'll need to seek help from the female streamer! I'll have to complete the red dress first! '
With that decision in mind, Han Fei started to execute it. He ran down the corridor and entered the stairwell on the other side.
In the Ziggurat game, Han Fei purposely pieced the three sets of Jumper Ghost's memories together. The memories of the Jumper Ghosts would not attack each other but they would not merge either.
If he wanted them to become a whole, he would need a certain condition.
Initially, Han Fei thought the condition was the little girl but now he realized that was not the case.
Han Fei sprinted up to the 22nd floor and then sprinted down the stairs again. The amount of exercise Han Fei had in this Iyashikei game had already surpassed most other games on the market.
Along the way down, everywhere Han Fei passed was covered in red handprints of children. He was like the harbinger of a natural disaster or the vanguard of a calamity.
The tenants inside the building could already hear Han Fei's footsteps. He did not need to hide his presence. Once they heard his arrival, most of the spirits would stay inside their rooms obediently. They would not dare to step out.
"This is the last room."
With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei carried the two children to the 8th floor. He called the female streamer's name.
Just as the door opened, Han Fei placed his shoes in the gap.
"What's up?" Before the female streamer finished, Han Fei was already screaming like a madman.
"Aren't you curious about the woman from Death 1044? I'll bring you to meet her! "
"I'm interested in all things and phenomena that are related to the supernatural."
"You haven't left your room since last night, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"It's fine, just stick close to me! I'll let you have a good time today! "Han Fei heard the voice behind him. He carried the two children and ran down the stairs.
The female streamer had a sunny personality. She had preserved all the good things about her but after following Han Fei for a few steps, the make-up on her face was ruined.
The little ghosts that filled the corridor were howling like a tsunami. Other than blood, there was nothing else she could see.
It was too late for the female streamer to regret now. The horde of ghosts was right behind her. It was impossible for her to return home. Once she opened the door, she would be swallowed by the ghosts. Yes, swallowed by the ghosts.
It was a mess upstairs. It was as if a tornado had passed through the building. The ground floor was a mess as well.
After a whole night of repair, the red dress had recovered. She was able to recover so quickly because Han Fei was not afraid of death. At the most dangerous moment, he had rushed to the top floor and pieced her back together. He even created a chance for her to escape.
Now that she had woken up from the wooden box, the first thing she saw was the ghastly ghost that had jumped off the building.
No matter how good the temper of the red dress was, she could not take it anymore.
The battle between the two parties was more intense than before. The resentment that formed the red dress morphed into thin blood vessels. Each blood vessel carried with it unresolvable resentment and pain.
The ghost was desperate to find the little girl. She attacked with all her might. She wished she could pour all the Death Curse she had into the red dress.
Every time the red dress was torn, it would grow stronger but the problem was, like the ghost, she was incomplete. The red dress that was filled with resentment was like a powerful weapon but it was missing a key component.
Blood bloomed. Wrapped in the red dress, a woman with skin as pale as snow appeared in the corridor.
There was no expression on her face. Her skin was white and flawless, but under her skin, there were countless hideous scars!
The rumors and malicious curses could not harm her physical body but they were like arrows that pierced through her internal organs. They pierced through her skin and pierced her heart until it bled.
The powerful Death Curse was embedded in the red dress. Every time she was pierced by a black word, the woman's internal injuries would worsen.
The red dress could heal itself after it was torn but the woman's physical body could not. All the injuries were stored inside her body, everything was the same as 14 years ago.
Faced with the world's rumors, she could no longer hide under the red dress, she had to face them alone.
But now she was not complete. Her body was missing the most important part. Before Han Fei's eyes, there was only a version of herself struggling in the darkness.
A long time ago, she should have had another version of herself but that version seemed to have been lost.
To ensure that no accidents would happen, the manager of the Ziggurat had separated all the ghosts that could threaten it. All it needed were obedient tools.
But now Han Fei was going to do the exact opposite. He was going to reassemble the separated tools into a complete person.
"Quick! There's only one way for us to survive! " Han Fei, who was about to reach the battle between the ghost and the red dress, turned to look at the streamer who had lost her ladylike demeanor. The woman was running with all her might.
"What is it!"
"I'll go lure the ghost away, you find a chance to get close to the woman in the red dress! If that doesn't work, you'll find a way to put on the red dress! "
"Put it on now?" The streamer did not expect Han Fei to suggest something like that. She was interested in the red dress but no matter how interested she was, she was not going to snatch the dress from a dead person.
"Trust me, once you put it on, you'll understand many things! That dress belongs to you! "
When the streamer saw the woman in the red dress, her heart skipped a beat. It was as if there was an invisible string connecting her to the red dress. There was a special connection between the two.
"Don't hesitate! You're her! She's you! "
After saying that, Han Fei carried the little girl and charged at the ghost. "Your humanity is still here! Your most precious thing is in my hands! "
To buy time for the streamer, Han Fei, who was only level 13, started to provoke the ghost who had failed to break through his hatred level.
If this had happened to any other player, even if they were slapped to death, they would have no regrets.
The ghost was already chasing after Han Fei. She did not expect Han Fei to return so quickly. She gave up on the red dress without hesitation.
The tattered red dress was covered in death curses. The black words were like poisonous bugs that could not be removed, tearing at the beautiful patterns on the dress.
Under her flawless skin, her soul was already full of scars. The woman in the red dress clutched her heart. She could feel the pain, and it was even more painful than the pain on her body. It was as if she had been crushed and torn apart countless times.
"You … must be tired. You've done well enough." The woman in the red dress turned to look behind her. The streamer stood several steps away from her.
"Pain, discomfort, pain. You wish you could just die. But you still have things that you can't let go of. You haven't thanked your parents' love, you haven't apologized to them. " The female streamer looked at the woman in the red dress. Seeing the woman's face twisted from pain, tears suddenly fell. "It shouldn't be like this …"
The cold heart was beating inside the red dress. The female streamer looked at the scars under the thin skin and she raised her hands involuntarily.
"That's not our choice, is it?"
Slowly approaching, the female streamer finally hugged the woman in the red dress and hugged herself.
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