Chapter 329
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The Death Curse on the red dress spread to the female streamer's body. She still hugged the woman in the red dress.
The rumors morphed into knives, they pierced through the wound on the woman's chest. The female streamer was sliced until she was covered in blood, but she still did not let go.
The incurable disease turned into poison. It slowly seeped into the female streamer's body. Her beautiful face turned pale and her muscles wilted like dried flowers. She lost her beauty and her healthy body but she still hugged the red dress tightly.
"Nothing will make me let go."
"I know I'm suffering from a terminal illness but my parents and doctors have never told me when I'll leave. I was born with despair, it was they who gave me hope every day.
"I wish to share this hope with more people, to let them all see it!"
The wilted bodies merged together. Blood vessels flowed on the red dress, washing away the Death Curse and spreading in all directions.
"Even if my life is destined to be bleak, I will use my blood to weave a bright red dress. I will walk with my head held high, through the darkness, and embrace the sun!"
The blood red dress was like the most eye-catching flower on the other side of the world. When she bloomed, all the red in the world paled in comparison.
Resentment, Yin energy, pain and despair all became the subject of the dress. The Death Curse was washed away. The dress appeared to shatter something inside her body. Her body and presence surged endlessly.
At this moment, the red dress was closing in on the fused Little Eight. Unlike Little Eight, she had absolute control over her own resentment!
The red dress fluttered in the wind. The woman in the red dress turned to Han Fei who was trying to distract the jumping ghost.
Fleeting but unforgettable scenes flashed through his mind. The red dress that was scattered on the ground was picked up piece by piece and pieced back together. The walkie-talkie wrapped in it fell from the top floor. The face that was getting farther and farther away was now getting closer and closer.
'Why did you leave me there alone?
Wait for me, I'll go get you.
You saved us earlier, now I'll help you stop her.
If I survive this ordeal, I hope we can be friends. '
"You're clearly in the depths of despair, yet you still insist on bringing hope to others. The current you … is just like the old me."
Hugging the little girl, Han Fei was cornered. He kept retreating until his back hit the wall. Then footsteps came from the other side of the stairwell.
When he was about to turn his head to look, his field of vision was completely occupied by the red dress.
An unimaginably huge wave of resentment crashed into the Jumper Ghost's body! It almost crushed the jumping ghost's body into pieces!
Countless black runes suddenly disappeared and then slowly crawled out of the Jumper Ghost's body. It seemed like as long as the Jumper Ghost was not dead, the Death Curse would continue to appear.
The Red Dress that had fused into one was infinitely close to the peak level of Lingering Spirit. Something had happened to her, and she seemed to be different from the other Lingering Spirits.
When the Jumper Ghost was held back again, the divorced mother and the Needle Woman approached one after another. There was a vague connection between them and the Jumper Ghost.
They could feel that they were in common with each other, but they couldn't get along with each other. It was as if there was a thorn in everyone's heart, blocking everything.
"Why not?" Han Fei turned to the girl in his arms. "Can you turn them back into you?"
The girl shook her head.
"They have treated you as their child, this proves that humanity is very important to them. They understand that but there seems to be a problem." Han Fei frowned. "Zhuang Wen's child is already dead. The baby's body in real life has been buried on the balcony. If the girl before me is treated as their own child, then who is the person buried on Balcony 1244? "
Han Fei noticed a key point. This was the same when he played the Death Tower game. Once he dug out the dead body on the balcony, he would explode to death.
While the Red Dress tried her best to stall for time, Han Fei carried the little girl and ran back to the top floor.
The door to Room 1244 had been destroyed by the Jumper Ghost. Han Fei stepped on the talismans that littered the floor and ran to the balcony.
Pushing open the balcony door, his eyes were filled with sticky blood and scratches.
Han Fei took out the Blade of Rebirth and pried open the blood-stained floor tiles with the help of his companions.
A wooden box covered in talismans appeared before Han Fei's eyes. The box looked just like it did in real life. Just by looking at the box, Han Fei felt like he had returned to reality.
Han Fei carefully took out the box. He tore off the talismans and slowly opened it. The scene before him rendered Han Fei speechless.
Inside the wooden box that was covered in talismans was the body of a baby. Its body was covered in butterfly patterns and black and red death curses. Other than that, there was a broken butterfly wing stuck in its heart. All the patterns and death curses came from that wing.
"This is the source of Zhuang Wen's pain and hatred. The butterflies won't even let go of a dead baby?"
The baby's soul had dissipated and the box contained a body used to nurture the butterfly wing.
"Perhaps if I destroy it, Zhuang Wen's body will be able to merge back together."
Gripping the Blade of Rebirth, Han Fei turned to the little girl. He had no idea if this was the right thing to do but he had no other choice.
"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly stood before the body. She picked up the wooden box. "I want them to see this, they'll understand."
The little girl represented Zhuang Wen's humanity. Before Han Fei could say anything, she hugged the wooden box and ran out of the house.
When the talismans on the wooden box were torn open, there was already a slight connection between the jumper and the few memories.
Returning downstairs, the little girl ignored Han Fei's warning and ran towards the crazed jumper.
"Give me back my child!"
"Your child is already dead." The little girl stumbled as she ran through the blood. She looked like the little girl who struggled to survive in the exorcist's house. "It's right here, it's already dead, it can't come back anymore!"
The little girl's words attracted the jumper's attention. When the monster turned to look at her, she grabbed the baby's body from the wooden box.
"Don't go crazy over it, it wouldn't want its mother to go crazy because of it! You should understand that, because that's what you thought when you were young! "
Zhuang Wen's mother was possessed. She used the little girl as a bargaining chip and brought her to the exorcist's house.
The little girl continued to say the same thing. The needle girl and the divorced mother slowly calmed down. Only the jumper did not calm down, if anything, she became even crazier!
She kept repeating death and murder. She still wanted to kill everything in her sight, she wanted to drag all the happy people down from the building.
"You'll die if I touch you! You'll die! "
The curse on the jumper thickened. She refused to merge with the other memories. In fact, when she looked at the other memories, her eyes were filled with murderous intent!
"You won't be able to convince her." Han Fei walked to the little girl's side.
"If we still can't merge after you destroy the baby's body, then she'll follow you for the rest of eternity. She'll hunt you down." The little girl made a difficult decision. She reached out to Han Fei. "Give me the blade, I'll cut this body into pieces."
Han Fei looked at the little girl with shock but he did not hand her the blade. Ever since he brought the little girl out of Room 1224, the system had already notified him that he would fight the jumper until one of them died.
"I'll do it." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the Blade of Rebirth. "You won't be able to hold my blade."
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