Chapter 343
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Han Fei's movements were so practiced that before the woman and the middle-aged man could react, the situation had changed drastically.
They thought they were cornered by the ghost but to their surprise, it was Han Fei who made the first move and 'carried' the ghost into the bedroom.
First, he sliced through the mask, then he strangled the man and shoved the paper doll into the man's wound. He even covered the man's mouth to prevent him from making a sound.
The middle-aged man had goosebumps just by looking at this. He started to question Han Fei's occupation. Perhaps Han Fei really was in that line of work in real life.
The ghost controlling the little girl had never experienced something like this before. When he reacted, he was already inside the bedroom.
Others thought Han Fei was covering the man's mouth to prevent him from making a sound but in reality, Han Fei was actually covering the wound left by the Blade of Rebirth to prevent the man from removing the paper doll!
Following the wound on the face, the paper doll crawled into the ghost's heart. This was a real murder.
The cracks on the face started to spread all over the ghost's body. Initially, something that looked like black blood leaked out. Slowly, the ghost's wounds started to leak out pieces of paper.
Sensing the change in his body, the ghost widened his eyes so much that his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
He swore internally that he had no intention of opening his mouth to warn the others, he just wanted to open his mouth and spit out the paper doll.
Unfortunately, the more he struggled, the more Han Fei did not dare to let go. He even found the time to land a few more slashes.
Ten minutes later, the ghost stopped struggling. His skin was like a paper doll, it would shatter at the slightest touch.
Under the middle-aged man and woman's shocked gaze, a paper doll crawled out from the ghost's heart. It had eaten its fill and the blood on its body had become brighter.
"Seriously? I just wanted to make it quiet. " Han Fei removed the hand that covered the ghost's mouth. The ghost's face had turned black. The soul poison had destroyed the ghost's face like poisonous insects.
"Did I use the hand that the Great Sin is hiding in?"
Han Fei had done that purely out of instinct. It was a habit that had been honed by years of life and death experience. He did not expect the ghost to be consumed by the paper doll.
"Don't stay so far away from me." Han Fei glanced at the woman and the middle-aged man. He wanted to put the ghost down but once he let go, the ghost that fell to the ground scattered like paper.
If he wasn't careful, he would've destroyed the evidence.
"This Specter isn't that strong … It's probably just a small Lingering Spirit." Han Fei tried to explain to his friend.
"We understand. As a security guard, it's not that hard to understand how to destroy the evidence." The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei's bloodied uniform and he seemed to understand many things. However, although he was afraid, he still had to rely on Han Fei to leave, so he chose to follow Han Fei's order. No matter what Han Fei asked him to do, he would do it and try not to make Han Fei angry.
"What should we do with this girl?" The woman changed the topic. She stared at the girl on the ground who seemed to be familiar with her.
"Let's send her back to her room. Let's take a look at the statue under her bed."
Han Fei dragged Zhuang Ren's second daughter away from the living room and opened the door to his second daughter's bedroom.
This was a very ordinary bedroom. It was clean and tidy, and everything was neatly arranged. There was nothing related to soul summoning or sorcery.
"The stranger something is, the more it usually wears a normal skin."
Han Fei placed the girl on the bed and immediately pulled back the bedsheet.
Under the bed was a broken statue of a god. The statue looked similar to the ghost from earlier.
"This is not a god, it's just a Lingering Spirit pretending to be a god."
Han Fei reached out to touch the statue but as he reached under the bed, the landlord's ring on his finger radiated a bone-chilling coldness.
"There's something else under the bed?"
Han Fei looked closer and noticed there was a layer of black cloth covering the wall.
Han Fei reached out to remove the black cloth. An extreme chill rushed into his body. Han Fei noticed the bottom of the wall was hollowed out and it was filled with statues of gods!
The strange faces stared at Han Fei. The statue was rough but it gave Han Fei the feeling that he was being stared at by a living person. It was as if the statues were imprisoning ghosts.
If the ghosts inside the statues were at least small Lingering Spirits, then with so many statues, Han Fei could not even begin to imagine how many ghosts there were inside Zhuang Ren's second daughter's house.
'This is not the first time her mother has brought back a statue. This cycle has happened too many times after their deaths. They just don't remember it anymore.'
Han Fei did not dare make a sound. With the Blade of Rebirth and the red paper doll, he could deal with small Lingering Spirits and escape from medium Lingering Spirits. However, if he was faced with so many Lingering Spirits under the bed, he would die for sure.
'This room is much more dangerous than I thought.' Looking at the statues, a question surfaced in Han Fei's mind, 'What is the purpose of these statues? Why would they place them inside Zhuang Ren's family's house? Is it because they want to be tainted by Zhuang Ren's family? '
Before Han Fei could answer the first question, a new one popped up, 'Why would the Butterfly imprison Zhuang Ren's family? Why would they go through so much trouble to summon Zhuang Ren's family into the cryptic world? '
The Butterfly had the power to drag people into the cryptic world. If Han Fei wanted to bring Zhuang Ren into the cryptic world, he could have done it by paying a small price. Why would he make Zhuang Ren's family try again and again?
'Either the Butterfly's power is too restrictive or Zhuang Ren is unique, he's different from other people.'
Han Fei continued to follow this train of thought. Zhuang Ren was just a normal horror film director. The only connection he had to the cryptic world was his neighbour, the CEO of Immortal Pharma. The CEO once told Zhuang Ren something when he was young and gave Zhuang Ren something — the Ziggurat.
'The Ziggurat?!' A thought crossed Han Fei's mind, 'The Ziggurat was created by Immortal Pharma's CEO and his brother, Fu Sheng, has the black box. Could it be that the two brothers have hidden some kind of secret inside the Ziggurat?'
Before this, Han Fei merely treated Zhuang Ren as a normal person who was dragged into an accident but now his opinion was slowly changing. There might be more to Zhuang Ren than meets the eye.
'After I exit the game, I'll have to ask Zhuang Ren. If he's willing to cooperate, I'll figure out a way to get him to play Perfect Life and summon him into the cryptic world.'
Zhuang Ren wanted to see his family and Han Fei had an irresistible bargaining chip.
With a plan in mind, Han Fei slowly lowered the black cloth that covered the statues. But the moment the cloth fell, all the crude statues turned around in unison and opened their eyes.
The black cloth fell. Han Fei almost thought he was imagining things.
He stared at the black cloth. After a few seconds, many faces appeared on the black cloth, and the statue seemed to come alive.
"Retreat!"
With that in mind, Han Fei dragged the middle-aged man and the woman out of the bedroom. They pushed open the front door of the living room and ran down the corridor.
As they ran, Han Fei did not forget to turn back to look at the room number.
'Room 4144? There are 3 '4s'?! '
Han Fei knew the significance of this room number. He did not dare to imagine that there were only 2 '4s' in the room that the Jumper Ghost resided in. Even though the Jumper Ghost was split into several parts, it was still an existence close to Hatred.
'Could it be that Hatred resides in Room 4144? Is it Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter? Or one of the 'Gods' in the statues? '
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