"Mission Requirement: Explore Ancestral Hall Street and repair the altars there.
"Mission Hint: Not all living inside the altars are Gods.
"Warning! This is a time-limited mission, please complete it within 3 hours! "
The system notification came very suddenly. After Han Fei read the mission details, confusion rose in his eyes. 'Repair the altars? How am I supposed to repair them? '
He was there to do something big, he did not care that much about Ancestral Hall Street but due to this Grade F Mission, he changed his mind.
All the missions related to the altars had to be handled with caution.
Based on the information he had, the altars were the path to the Unspeakable, he had to be careful of any altars.
'This is a time-limited mission, I only have 3 hours.'
Han Fei hugged the urn and entered Ancestral Hall Street. He could sense the difference between this street and the other places.
There was no sign of ghosts, there was no stench of blood and stench from the lingering spirits. Instead, there was a light smoke in the air.
Ancestral Hall Street was not that long, one could see the end with a glance. The doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street were sealed with bricks and strange symbols were carved on the walls.
'Can you guys sense anything?' Han Fei communicated with the neighbours inside the urn but even Weep, who was very sensitive to negative emotions and despair, did not notice anything wrong.
"Songzi is already seriously injured. If I were him, I would definitely retract my aura and hide in the dark, then find an opportunity to kill me. After I die, the people at the Ziggurat and Happiness Neighbourhood will be split up. '
His mind worked quickly. Han Fei's expression did not change but in reality, his consciousness never left the exit button.
'Song was already heavily injured before he entered the Ziggurat. When he attacked the Butterfly, he was injured again. Now he probably has less than 10% of his original power left.'
Various strategies and strategies appeared in his mind. Without knowing it, Han Fei had entered the deeper part of Ancestral Hall Street.
When he reached the centre of Ancestral Hall Street, not only him, all the Specters including Zhuang Wen stopped moving.
At the centre of Ancestral Hall Street was the oldest ancestral hall. A chilling song was coming out from it.
'Song is in there!'
Even from a distance of a few meters, everyone could already feel the pressure.
His body resisted instinctively. Before he could even see a shadow, his legs were already subconsciously trying to retreat.
The neighbours from Happiness Neighbourhood came out from the urn to shield Han Fei.
When they encountered the singing voice at the security company, to buy time for everyone to escape, Han Fei lured the singing voice into the Ziggurat alone.
The neighbours of Happiness Neighbourhood would not allow that to happen again.
"Something doesn't seem right."
In the past, whenever he heard the song, all his resentment and regrets would run away and hide, but it was different now.
Everyone moved toward the building in the center of Ancestral Hall Street. Compared to the other buildings, this building was obviously much older. The style of construction was also more unique. It looked like an old house from a hundred years ago.
"It seems like something else was here before us." The Mirror God on the drake's back suddenly said, "There is a presence I hate at the entrance of the ancestral hall. Although it is very weak, I am sure that people from other areas have been here."
"What's that?" Drake found a few thin red threads at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He reached out to touch them, and the threads instantly turned into stinking blood.
"Stay away from those threads." The Mirror God said, "The Ziggurat is filled with death curses. The most common ones here are various kinds of curses. The other areas are different from the Ziggurat. For example, these threads that can melt into blood. They are called lifelines, something that is tied around the ankles of the dead. I once heard from the previous building manager that there are spirits of resentment in other areas that use lifelines to manipulate the fate of many resentment and turn them all into toys and mannequins. "
"The Butterfly has just died and there are already things that can't wait any longer?" Han Fei took out the Blade of Rebirth and slashed at the blood on the ground. A scream came from the blood before it dissolved into black smoke.
"Legend has it that the lifeline is connected to a person's fate. Your blade appears to be able to cut through even the fates that are tainted with malice." The Mirror God was shocked, this was the first time he had seen something like this.
"Since it was sliced into pieces by the Blade of Rebirth, it means that the culprit is filled with evil. We need to plan ahead." Han Fei signaled for the group to move forward. "We've just killed the Butterfly and now something else is coming. We really cannot afford to relax in this cryptic world."
Pushing open the door to the ancestral hall in the middle of the street, Han Fei was greeted by the sight of bloodstained red ropes. Each rope was wrapped in black and white talismans.
Han Fei sliced through the red ropes. A black coffin sat deep inside the ancestral hall. At the end of the coffin was an offering table with a broken altar placed on it.
"The altar on the top floor of the Ziggurat was brought here by the singing?"
Han Fei and the other tenants recognized the altar at first glance. At the time, the Butterfly had activated the thing hidden inside the altar and attacked the singing.
The singing took the attack head-on and left with the old man's head and the altar.
Seeing the broken altar, everyone tensed up. They were on high alert. Then they slowly moved their gaze to the black coffin. The only place in the ancestral hall that could hide someone was inside the coffin.
The few spirits approached at the same time. With the Mirror God's order, they opened the coffin.
Inside the black coffin was a music box, and the mournful song was coming from the music box.
No one dared to act rashly. In the end, it was Xu Qin who pulled the music box out from the black coffin.
The music box looked normal but there were two sentences written on the bottom of the box.
The first sentence was something that Han Fei had seen in real life — 'May everyone in the world listen to your song, may you tug at their heartstrings, bring them happiness and happiness'.
The handwriting of the second sentence was completely different from the first. It was filled with a twisted and crazy killing intent. Just by looking at the twisted handwriting, one could feel the anger and pain of the person who carved the words — "God only blesses those who are useful to himself."
'If the singing voice is really one of Fu Sheng's 3 children, then the first sentence should be left by Fu Sheng for the singing voice and the second sentence should be left by the singing voice for Fu Sheng.' Han Fei could tell that something must have happened between the singing voice and Fu Sheng.
'All the faces of the statues on this ancestral hall street have been destroyed and the places where the names should be written have been erased. It's as if the person in the ancestral hall has a name that should not be spoken.'
'Of all the people I know, the only one who fits this description is the previous building manager, Fu Sheng. He chose the path of destroying the cryptic world and was destined to become the enemy of the cryptic world. Based on the ending, his memory was shattered and his name should have become a taboo. '
'After the singing obtained the altar and the old man's head, he came to Ancestral Hall Street and placed the altar here. Could it be that Ancestral Hall Street was originally built to commemorate Fu Sheng? If not for the fact that his memory was shattered, this street should be filled with his statues. '
Fu Sheng's path had failed. Now no one dared mention his name and the faces of his statues had been destroyed.
The only thing that would remember him, other than Han Fei, was probably the singing.
'For Fu Sheng, destroying the cryptic world is his ultimate goal. Even though the singing is his child, before the ultimate goal, the singing might have been abandoned.'
The singing was an unspeakable existence. What kind of injury had he suffered to end up like this?
Han Fei still had a lot of questions, but no one could answer them for him.
Before Han Fei arrived, the singing abandoned the altar and left with the old man's head.
Theoretically speaking, Han Fei should be proud to be able to force an unspeakable existence to this extent but he did not feel happy at all.
The life ropes outside the ancestral hall proved that other than him, there were other people who had their eyes on the singing.
'When I logged into the game, I saw the singing hugging the old man's head and squatting at Ancestral Hall Street. Is he waiting for me? Is he trying to lure me here? '
Han Fei's impression of the singing was one of power, madness and bloodlust but after the singing carried the old man's head away, the singing seemed to have recovered a trace of rationality.
'What is he trying to do?'
Staring at the altar, Han Fei inched closer and closer. He felt like something was attracting him.
'The altar is pressed against the altar like it should have been there all along …'
"Be careful, do not touch the altar."
The Mirror God reminded him from behind, but Han Fei still grabbed the black cloth on the shrine and lifted it.
At that moment, Han Fei stood before the altar alone and looked into it.
The broken shrine had been repaired, but the statue inside did not have a face.
At that moment, Han Fei's eyes started to bleed and he heard a peal of mad laughter in his ears.
When his vision returned to normal, the face of the statue inside the altar was slowly morphing into Han Fei's!
"Notification for Player 0000! Building an altar for yourself is extremely risky! Please reconsider! "
"Warning! The death rate for players building altars before level 30 is 100%! Please reconsider! "
Hearing the system's warning, Han Fei panicked. He only lifted the altar and did nothing else.
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