Chapter 376
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The old ghost stopped at the gap. He looked at the world outside the fog and then slowly turned around.
There was not a trace of turbidity in his red eyes. Hatred and murderous intent intertwined in his pupils. The old ghost had used his actions to tell the Evil Soul his choice.
The spines started to rise, it meant that the faces of his descendants were tainted by hatred. They used their bloodline as a bond to resonate with the hatred!
The old ghost's body expanded again. The murderous intent in his heart boiled. He strode back into the Ziggurat.
Without the support of hatred, the gray mist healed even faster. Just as the gap in the mist was about to close, a blood-red table knife pierced through the mist that was filled with the intent of death!
The bright red lips slowly opened and a woman's voice appeared in the fog, "His laughter came from here, I can confirm that it was his voice."
The blood stained shirt stuck to her clothes. Her every step carried a beauty that could shake one's soul, it was a beauty of madness and madness.
Hands held the gap in the fog. A child hugging the urn followed behind the woman. His face was stained with tears and his body was pierced with needles of despair.
"Based on the laughter, it is indeed him." The two figures, one tall and one short, radiated an ominous presence. After entering the fog, the tall one swallowed the short one into his stomach. "He lured the song to the Ziggurat and then while the song was attracting the fog, he attacked the weakest point of the fog. Then he laughed maniacally and told us his location. He's the only one who could do something like that. But how did he know we'd come for him? "
"Stop wasting time, let's get in there! The boss's laughter is different from before, he should be in trouble as well. " The man in the convenience store uniform strode toward the Ziggurat. His remaining eye glowed dangerously.
Blood was coming, and black eyes opened in the mist. Next to the one-eyed man was a very young girl. Her eyes were closed, and in her hand was a girl doll that kept screaming.
Shadows entered the Ziggurat through the gap in the fog. At the last moment before the fog closed, the shadow that was trailing behind everyone lifted his head.
He was wearing a hat and a very ordinary trench coat. He looked very weak, as if he didn't have any ability, but the people around him didn't dare to get too close to him.
There was such a story at the Happiness Neighbourhood. 8 people died in a room. Their bodies were pieced together. Due to the overwhelming resentment and power, the manager was forced to hide their bodies in different parts of the building.
The aura of death in the gray fog pierced through the skin. The fragile figure stared at the Ziggurat and took off his hat silently.
Under the brim of the hat hid a very common face. His appearance was as ordinary as his name. This person was called Wei Youfu.
"Han Fei, we're here to pick you up."
The group did not waste any time. Walking in the shadows, they suppressed their auras and entered the Ziggurat through the gap!
The purest aura of death under the Ziggurat was triggered by the evil soul. The endless aura of death intertwined with the song. More cracks appeared on the surface of the building. Its recovery speed could not keep up with the rate of destruction.
"This building is named after death but it seems to have a life of its own. It even knows how to recover on its own, how disgusting!"
The evil soul controlled the old ghost's hand to tear through the wall. Blood seeped out from the deepest part of the wall like human skin was being torn apart.
"The manager will be back at 4.44 pm, we still have enough time."
Standing in the corridor, countless tiny black veins popped out from the old ghost's body. Like the roots of a century-old tree, they crawled into the various rooms through the gaps in the door.
Some of the roots were black before they entered the room but after they were extracted, they turned red. The fresh blood lingered with resentment and pain. They all became the old ghost's food.
To prevent himself from being targeted by the manager, the old ghost locked himself inside the room. He thought that he would be able to survive in the Ziggurat but to his surprise, the manager never intended to let him go.
The hatred buried in the old ghost's heart exploded. No one in the building was able to stop the old ghost's footsteps!
One floor after another, it was a bloodbath!
As long as it was a ghost that did not hide well, it was food in the eyes of the evil soul.
To save time, he did not stop but when he reached the corner of the third floor, he suddenly slowed down.
The evil soul's twisted face slowly turned as it glanced at Hua Kui and the woman chained to the old ghost's back.
Just as the two broke out in cold sweat, the evil soul controlled the old ghost to stop. Countless veins that looked like roots surged toward Room 4034.
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"Tonight is not going to be peaceful. The four of us should be careful."
"It's normal for the Night of the Returning Soul to cause some commotion. As long as we control this Soul Chaser, there shouldn't be any other Soul Chasers coming tonight. "
"Focus, no matter how big the commotion outside is, it has nothing to do with us."
There was a table inside Room 4034. Four gamblers were playing mahjong. Their pictures were placed in the middle of the living room and the table was covered with paper money.
"Will something bad happen to us trapping this Soul Chaser here? We've killed quite a number of Wandering Souls this year. " The gambler who sat on the western side of the table played a West Wind. His eyes turned to look at a child trapped behind the four pictures.
The child had his head lowered. He wore a blood-stained bear pajamas. He was like a broken puppet, completely devoid of self-awareness.
"Don't say such ominous things. It's fine every year, why would this year be an exception? When the other Soul Chasers sense that there's a Soul Chaser in the room, they won't come anymore. This is the rule of the Ziggurat, "the gambler who sat on the southern side said. Then he played a West Wind as well.
"What do you mean by playing West Wind?" The gambler who sat on the eastern side of the table also played a West Wind. He looked at the table nonchalantly. "I heard that if all four of us play West Wind at night, one of us will die. Do you want to bet?"
"You've already turned into something that's neither human nor ghost, what's there to be afraid of?" The gambler who sat on the northern side touched West Wind. While the other three stared at him, he did not play West Wind. "I'm not going to play this boring game with you, One Circle!"
When he put down the mahjong tiles, the man suddenly realized that he was losing control of his body. He lifted his head like he sensed something. The ceiling was covered in crisscrossing black blood vessels.
"What … What is that?!"
The door was twisted. Before he could hear anyone's answer, his chest was pierced by a hand. Crimson blood seemed to be burning on his body.
The mutilated body was flung to the side. Evil Soul wiped away the blood on his palm, and his evil eyes swept the table. "One Circle, three West Winds. This card is telling all of you that we're going to die together tonight!"
He pressed his palm down, and the black blood vessels that covered the ceiling were like a net weaved by blades. They dragged the wall above his head down.
Pained screams rose. Evil Soul laughed fearlessly. He flipped over the four pictures on the table and grabbed the Soul Chaser in the bear pajamas with one hand.
"Hey, look, isn't this your child?"
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