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Chapter 344

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The number 4144 meant that Han Fei had run into Apartment 4, it also proved that the wardrobe was connected to different rooms. This cursed object that was similar to the teleportation door in video games piqued Han Fei's interest.

'After I kill the Butterfly, the wardrobe and the building will belong to everyone!'

The Ziggurat now belonged to the Butterfly, it was the manager. It treated everyone as a tool and would sacrifice everyone to achieve its goal.

However, if Han Fei became the manager of the Ziggurat, he would respect the majority's decision and allow more 'people' to find themselves.

"Wait a minute! How come I feel like something is tugging at my back?! " The middle-aged man who ran at the back of the group had a pale face. He kept turning his head to look behind him but his neck felt like it was about to snap. He could not see what was crawling on his back.

Everyone was running for their lives. The middle-aged man did not dare to make too much noise. He suppressed the discomfort and tried his best to follow behind the woman.

The voice-activated lights flickered in the dark corridor. Compared to Block 1, Block 4's corridor was more dilapidated. Every door had signs of burning paper money and pictures. They all appeared to be summoning spirits.

'What is the Butterfly up to?'

The building was eerie, it was a horror that had nothing to do with ghosts. It was as if the human heart had been transformed into something else.

Pushing open the safety door, the old axle creaked noisily. Han Fei looked out at the darkened corridor but he did not dare to run out immediately.

A barely discernible singing came from outside. Han Fei's ring was at its limit, it had a few more cracks on it. The ring's original owner probably did not expect Han Fei to run into a place like the Ziggurat with the ring on and run into the unspeakable singing several times.

"Why did you stop?" The woman was confused. "This place gives me a bad feeling, it's not as safe as the wardrobe."

"Can you hear the singing from outside?"

"Singing?" The woman shook her head. "I can't hear anything."

"Are you two dating? Big brother, big sister, there's really something wrong with my back! " The middle-aged man finally caught up. He grabbed Han Fei's hand. "Can you help me look at my back? When I was running earlier, it felt like something was tugging at me!"

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man's back. There was a statue stuck in the middle of his spine. The statue's head appeared to be trying to crawl into the man's spine.

"Are you alright? Did you two see anything? Is it a bug? "The middle-aged man waved his fat hand, but he couldn't touch it.

"It's just a little bug. Don't scare yourself. Take a deep breath and relax." Han Fei told the middle-aged man not to look back. Then he took out the Rebirth Blade from his inventory. "Brother, if I may ask, what did you do before this? Have you killed anyone before? "

"How could I kill anyone? I haven't even killed a chicken before! "

"That's fine." The Blade of Rebirth would become sharper when facing an enemy whose hands were stained with blood. Han Fei did this out of good intentions. He was worried that he might accidentally hurt the middle-aged man.

Lifting the bloody clothes, Han Fei held the handle of the knife, controlled the bright blade, and swung it down hard!

The statue's body was chopped off and shattered into pieces. But to Han Fei's surprise, when the statue shattered, its face slowly twisted and looked at Han Fei with a strange smile.

The statue smiled?

His back suddenly relaxed. The middle-aged man still wanted to see what the bug looked like, but when he turned around, he saw the broken pieces of the statue all over the ground.

"The thing under the bed has crawled onto my back?"

"You've been carrying it for quite a long time, but you should be safe now, probably …" Han Fei used the hand that Great Sin used to gently press on the middle-aged man's back. He noticed that there were still some broken pieces that had crawled into the man's flesh. "Endure it, it might hurt."

He used the Rebirth Blade to dig out the last piece, but before he could sigh in relief, he suddenly noticed that there appeared to be a human face inside the wound on the middle-aged man's back!

"What is this?"

Using the Rebirth Blade to cut open the wound, Han Fei saw a thumb-sized statue embedded in the middle-aged man's flesh. When he dug this thumb-sized statue out, there was an even smaller statue underneath the statue's wound!

All the statues had the same strange smile on their faces. They were embedded inside the middle-aged man's body and stared straight at Han Fei.

"Provoking me? Provoking me inside someone else's body? " Han Fei had no idea why the statue would target the middle-aged man. Perhaps it was because he was the weakest, or perhaps he had the worst luck. But no matter what the reason was, Han Fei was not going to let this evil force get away with it.

He had the middle-aged man cover his eyes. Han Fei took out the paper doll and had it crawl into the wound as well.

"I'll take out as many as you have inside you. After all, I'm not the one who will be in pain."

The smile on the statue that was embedded inside the middle-aged man's body froze.

Under the training of Perfect Life, Han Fei had become a ruthless person. Even if the statue crawled into his own body, he would not hesitate to do so.

Controlling the paper doll, Han Fei took out another two statues from the middle-aged man's body.

The last statue was only as thick as a chopstick. The little ghost hiding in the statue was crushed by the blood-colored paper doll. With a scream, a piece of paper and a strand of hair fell out of the little ghost's body. It was as if the ghost itself was formed from the resentment in the paper and hair.

The paper doll handed the paper to Han Fei. A name was written on the front of the paper and a method of death was written on the back — Will he die if he's dismembered?

The first thing Han Fei saw was the method of death. The words were suffused with heavy resentment and curses. Then he flipped the paper over and saw the name on the other side.

These two simple words caused him to be unable to shift his gaze away.

'Fu Sheng?'

Han Fei knew the previous manager's memory fragments were hidden inside the Ziggurat but he did not expect to find clues related to the previous manager in such a way.

'Are all the ghosts inside the statues guarding a piece of paper?' Even though the first ghost that Han Fei killed was also a ghost inside the statue, its heart was eaten by the doll and its body disintegrated into dust. Even if there was a piece of paper inside the statue, Han Fei would not have been able to find it.

'Don't tell me this hair belongs to Fu Sheng? His consciousness was split into countless pieces and then placed inside the statue? '

The manager of the Ziggurat should be the Butterfly. Therefore, the previous manager's consciousness should have fallen into the Butterfly's hands.

'I think I've figured out what the scariest thing inside Room 4144 is.'

Han Fei studied the words on the paper. The name and the hair were the medium of the curse but the words on the paper were the curse itself.

There were countless death curses inside the Ziggurat. Han Fei strongly suspected that all the curses were prepared for one person.

The previous manager was at least 40 years older than Han Fei and he already possessed the black box many years ago.

Even though he had failed, even though his consciousness was shredded into countless pieces, he did not leave the table. He still had the ability to set up a backup plan. That alone made him a very scary person.

'If the Butterfly has really obtained the previous manager's memory fragments, then I'll have one more reason to kill him. I can't let anyone else know that the black box is in my mind.'

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