Chapter 342
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The woman tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart. She had sacrificed a lot for the Soul Summoning Ritual. She would not allow the ritual to be ruined. However, just as the ritual was about to succeed, she realized her daughter had been causing trouble.
Being betrayed by the family that she trusted the most, that was the most painful feeling.
"Zhuang Qing, you've grown up. Ever since your father passed away, I haven't interfered with your life. Now, I hope you won't interfere with me, okay?"
Her mother's words were unfamiliar to Zhuang Qing. Her mother was not like this. Everything seemed to have changed since the Soul Summoning Ritual.
Zhuang Qing failed to summon her father's soul but her mother was no longer her old self. This made Zhuang Qing even more afraid.
She opened her mouth several times but no words came out. There was another secret hidden in her heart, a secret that she did not even dare tell her mother.
As if worried that she might wake her daughter up, her mother held herself back but the disappointment in her voice cut into Zhuang Qing's heart like a knife.
"From now on, don't go near your father's room."
With that, her mother grabbed the cleaver from Zhuang Qing and left.
The living room returned to silence. After a long time, Zhuang Qing's voice suddenly rang out.
"But … I had another dream. In the dream, it was not my father who died in the car accident but us. We are thinking of him, and he is thinking of us. Every time I dream of him, he becomes older. "
Her hand touched the bedroom door like she was touching her father's arm. "We all miss you, but I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I have a feeling that if the Spirit Summoning succeeds, you'll be in more pain."
This time, Zhuang Qing did not break the door. She left quietly.
"They've probably gone back to sleep. We should leave now." The middle-aged man grimaced. "If they see me like this, they might really think I'm a ghost."
"Let's wait a little longer. They said they heard footsteps inside the house at night. I want to see what they've lured here." Han Fei was fated to meet Zhuang Qing's family. He happened to know Zhuang Ren in real life, so he was certain that the person who was summoned was not Zhuang Ren.
If he wanted to gain Zhuang Qing's family's trust as soon as possible, there was a very simple way and that was to summon the real Zhuang Ren's soul into the Ziggurat.
The manager of the Ziggurat had altered Zhuang Qing's family's memory to make them live in a cycle of pain. If they could meet the real Zhuang Ren, perhaps their memories that were tampered with by the manager of the Ziggurat could be recovered.
Han Fei was quite touched by this family. In order to find his wife and daughter in real life, the father had been madly tackling a virtual death game. Day after day, he had driven himself insane.
The wife and daughter in the cryptic world kept trying the Soul Summoning Ritual to save their husband.
Their memories had been tampered with, but they both wanted to use their own way to redeem each other.
Compared to the butterfly, they were indeed insignificant existences, but they still tried their best to fight against their predestined fate.
As a bystander, Han Fei witnessed everything and felt it the most.
Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter had died many years ago. This was a fact that could not be changed even with the black box. The only thing he could do was to pass on his longing to the other party.
"Those who are alive, if they carry too much on their shoulders, might find it difficult to continue forward. Many people understand this principle, but there are still countless people who are willing to bear it. Perhaps this is the beauty of human nature. "
When Han Fei was deep in thought, footsteps appeared in the living room again. This time, it was different from all the previous footsteps, it sounded like a person hopping on the tips of their toes.
'The mother and daughter should have gone back to bed by now. Whose footsteps belong to now?'
Even if a living person was sleepwalking, they would not make such strange footsteps. Han Fei pushed the bedroom door open a gap. Something was moving in the dark living room.
He held his breath. About 10 seconds later, the footsteps came closer. A woman appeared in the corridor between the sofa and the television.
Her toes touched the ground like she was being carried by something and was moving around the living room.
"A ghost?" The middle-aged man in the bloody shirt looked more like a ghost than a ghost but his face was filled with fear. The anxiety in his eyes was overflowing.
The middle-aged man's voice was very soft but it was this weak voice that attracted the attention of the woman in the living room.
The pale face slowly turned. Her toes dragged on the ground as her body raced towards the bedroom.
Their eyes met and Han Fei saw the woman. "Zhuang Ren's second daughter? Why is she here? "
Han Fei was familiar with the face but he was confused. How did his second daughter suddenly become like this? Could it have something to do with the statue that Zhuang Ren's wife placed under his second daughter's bed?
Initially, Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter behaved normally, they were no different from when they were alive. Han Fei had seen their pictures in real life. Those who did not know better might have thought they had been reborn here.
However, Zhuang Ren's second daughter's reaction was completely different from before. Her face was pale and the scariest thing was her eyes.
Black threads intertwined in the whites of her eyes like someone was pulling on the threads to control her gaze.
When Han Fei saw her, the second daughter also saw Han Fei. By then Han Fei had already closed the bedroom door and had the middle-aged man use his back to block the door.
The footsteps outside disappeared. Several minutes later, Han Fei peeked through the gap again and all he could see was thick black hair.
'There's no eye on the back of her head, how is she going to look into the room …' Han Fei suddenly realized something. He looked up through the gap.
On the top of the door, there was a ghost face staring at him!
The woman and the middle-aged man saw the face as well. As they moved away subconsciously, a knife hilt appeared in Han Fei's hand.
'A bladeless knife can kill a person?'
The ghost face did not move away. It memorized Han Fei's face. The lock on the door creaked noisily like it was trying to enter the bedroom!
With the ghost blocking the door and only the closet behind them, the woman and the middle-aged man were so nervous that they could barely speak. However, Han Fei took the initiative to open the door. It was as if he was on the same side as the ghost. He was extremely cooperative.
"Soul-Depth Touch!"
Under the woman and the middle-aged man's confused gaze, Han Fei's knife landed on the ghost face.
The scary face shattered like a mask. Then Han Fei's hand that was covered in soul poison grabbed the ghost's neck. A blood red paper doll crawled along Han Fei's arm to the ghost face's wound.
When the paper doll crawled into the ghost face's body, Han Fei used Soul-Depth Touch to clamp over the ghost's mouth. Like a hostage, Han Fei dragged it into the bedroom.
"Behave yourself. If you dare to wake the other people in this room, don't blame me."
With the help of master acting, Han Fei's handsome face was dominated by coldness and madness. He looked scarier than a ghost.
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