Chapter 340
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The armoire was not only locked, there was tape around the gap. It was as if the person outside the armoire also thought the armoire was an object of misfortune.
'This looks like a normal bedroom. There's no blood, no dead bodies, no strange things, it feels like … real life.'
Leaning against the armoire, Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective. His heart was pounding.
He stood behind the armoire for a long time. The room outside the armoire was still very quiet, no one had entered.
'No matter what is outside, since we're already here, we have to go out and take a look.' Han Fei did not leave alone. He retraced his steps and picked up the woman and the middle-aged man.
When she heard that Han Fei had found the exit, the woman did not believe him at all. She even suspected that Han Fei was possessed. But when she saw the armoire inside the monster's body, she knew the man was not lying.
'So the exit is inside the monster's mouth, no wonder I couldn't find my way back.' The woman thought back to what had happened to her over the past few days. Her hands that gripped the fruit knife turned white.
"We can go back after we open the armoire?" The middle-aged man's voice was filled with excitement. He looked at Han Fei with gratitude. "My wife and children must be worried sick! Let's open the armoire now! "
The man stared at the armoire impatiently. This time, he was smarter. Before he moved, he used his eyes to ask for Han Fei's opinion.
Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei did not have the heart to tell him that 90% of the people who were pulled into the cryptic world by the butterfly were already dead in real life.
Even if the world outside the armoire was real, the middle-aged man was just a consciousness that could dissipate at any moment.
'The world outside the armoire shouldn't be real. A normal armoire is just a passage that connects two places. Among the countless armoires, there should only be one that can lead us out of this nightmare.'
Han Fei knew very well that the real armoire that connected the dream to the cryptic world was probably inside Room 4444. They only needed to look at the room number after they exited. If it was not Room 4444, it meant that this was just a normal passage to the armoire.
Han Fei poked the Blade of Rebirth through the gap in the armoire and slowly cut through the tape on the door. If this was seen by the people outside the armoire, they would be horrified.
The lock on the armoire was difficult to remove so Han Fei decided to remove the door.
The white light shone on his face. The middle-aged man crouched beside the wardrobe greedily. It seemed that just being shone on by the light made him feel very happy.
The woman next to her subconsciously avoided the light. She had lived in the blood-red wardrobe for too long and was not used to light.
"I'm back. This nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was agitated. He knelt on the ground in the horrifying bloody clothes and reached out to touch the tiles on the ground. "I just escaped from the jaws of death. I will live a good life in the future and love my wife and children."
"Don't plan for the future. The nightmare isn't over yet." After replacing the cabinet door, he walked to the window and pulled back the thick curtains.
There was not a single ray of light in the pitch-black night sky. There were no stars or moon, only endless darkness.
The black fog blocked his vision, Han Fei could only make out the silhouette of three tall buildings not far away.
'I'm still inside the Ziggurat, I haven't left the cryptic world yet.'
For some reason, after confirming that, Han Fei sighed in relief. 'The armoire is the entrance and exit. I've escaped from Room 1144 to another room at the Ziggurat.'
Now the most important thing was to confirm his location. Han Fei was about to leave the bedroom when the woman who was the last to leave the armoire suddenly spoke.
"Look, what is this?"
The woman found a black and white picture at the back left corner of the armoire. The picture was of a tall and thin middle-aged man.
It was clearly a suicide photo, but the man in the photo was smiling very happily, and his face was full of happiness. He gestured at the camera like he had prepared dinner and was waiting for his wife and children to come home.
"I don't think the victim is as old as I am." Feng Ziyu's unlucky neighbor said as he passed the picture to Han Fei.
When he saw the picture, Han Fei's gaze changed.
'Zhuang Ren?!'
Even though he looked much younger in real life, Han Fei could recognize the man at first glance.
The picture captured Zhuang Ren's happiest moment. At the time, Zhuang Ren's family was still alive and he had an enviable life.
'Zhuang Ren said his family was trapped inside the Ziggurat, does that mean this is his family's room?!' Han Fei took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Where did you find this picture?"
"Next to the armoire." The woman pointed at the corner of the armoire. There was a brazier there and inside it was a pile of ash from the burning paper money.
Han Fei was familiar with this scene. When he was doing the manager mission at the 9th floor of Happiness Neighbourhood, he saw a similar brazier but this time, the one inside the brazier was his own suicide picture.
"There's something else written on the back of the picture!" The middle-aged man gasped. He flipped the picture to the back. It was a strange drawing of a human body. Every part of it was marked with complicated ancient characters and bloody symbols. "Can any of you understand what's written on this picture?"
Han Fei shook his head. In order to live a better life in the future, he was determined to work hard and learn more things.
"I can understand some of it. This appears to be some kind of ritual, it can summon the soul of the deceased back on a specific day." The woman studied the picture for a long time. Her face slowly turned green and she subconsciously moved away from the bedroom armoire.
"What's wrong?"
"According to the picture, the first step of the ritual is to dismantle the coffin that was used to store the dead and make it into furniture that can be used by the living. It is then placed at home so that the scent of the living and the dead can mix together." The woman's face paled. "This closet that is facing the bed looks like it was made from a coffin."
"Is it a ritual? What's the next step? "
"After the coffin furniture is left in the house for a long time, you might hear unfamiliar footsteps and voices at night.
That's when you need to be careful because it might not be your family but something else that will return. " The woman frowned as she studied the picture. The words on the back were too hard to understand and there were many strange symbols mixed in. She could not even make sense of them.
Someone had taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter how to summon souls but the reality was that Zhuang Ren was not dead, it was his wife and daughter who had died.
There was confusion in Han Fei's eyes. What would happen if a ghost summoned the souls of the living in the cryptic world every day? Was Zhuang Ren's body weakening related to this?
Han Fei memorized the words on the back of the picture. After he exited the game, he planned to find someone to take a look at it.
If this ritual really worked, he would give it a try the next time he needed to summon a soul.
If he could summon something special, the Ziggurat would become even more lively.
The scary and evil Soul Summoning was like opening a blind box for Han Fei. After all, no matter what he 'opened' at the Ziggurat, it would be the butterfly that paid for it.
All the scares were surprises for Han Fei. All he needed to do was find a safe corner and exit the game.
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