The corpses were pierced by telephone wires. They were pieced together and crowded together just to protect the cursed object in the middle.
Li Fu, who had swallowed his brother, was completely out of control. He couldn't tell who the person in front of him was. There was black mist on his ten fingers, which seemed to be able to burn his soul.
He attacked indiscriminately, and the corpses in the underground pits were smashed to pieces. The damage caused to consciousness by the black mist was evenly spread by the cursed object on all the ghosts in the hotel.
While Li Fu attracted the attention of the cursed object, Han Fei closed his eyes and concentrated on controlling the bloody paper man.
The memories in his mind were gradually dyed red, and the horrors experienced by the bloody paper man began to affect Han Fei. If he had not died so many times during the manager's mission, he might have collapsed by now.
Dozens of deaths had repeatedly tempered his will. Han Fei gritted his teeth, ignored all the illusions in his mind, and just let the bloody paper man crawl into the depths of the corpse bit by bit.
Li Fu was attacking frantically on the front, and the bloody paper man invaded on the back. The cursed object buried deep in the ground exposed its biggest weakness, that is, it could not move at will.
After each corpse was smashed open, the bloody paper man entered the pile of corpses.
At the core of the pile of corpses is an old man. He is shriveled up and covered in blood-red telephone wires. His muddy old eyes are full of pain and regret.
"It's not a cursed object? It's a person?"
Han Fei couldn't stop at this time. If he delayed any longer, Yinglong would definitely die.
With the arrow on the string and no choice but to fire, Han Fei gave the last command to the bloody paper man, telling him to attack the tangled telephone lines on the old man's body.
The smell of blood emerged in the room, and with a terrifying smile on the paper man's face, he stabbed his hands directly into the old man's chest.
The bloody paper man didn't do what Han Fei said. It seemed to be attracted by something. It smiled silently and cut a big hole in the old man's chest with its two hands like knives.
Then its body was soaked with blood and jumped directly into the old man's chest.
At that moment, all the ghosts and ghosts in the room paused.
After a while, the bloody paper man took out a beating heart from the old man's chest, and all the phone lines were inserted into the heart. That heart was the source of all the phone lines in the hotel!
The movements of the controlled ghost began to slow down, and the bloody paper man wanted to swallow the heart in excitement. Han Fei spent a lot of effort to stop him.
In his scarred heart, he could vaguely hear the cry of an old lady. She seemed to be the cursed object Han Fei was looking for.
"Li Fu! That's enough! Stop fighting! That's one of our own! Li Fu! Take your brother away quickly!"
Han Fei shouted loudly, "That Li Fu is just a fool, and he is even ready to make some gestures with the bloody paper man."
On the one hand, he had to control the paper man, and on the other hand, he had to stop Li Fu. Han Fei was with these evil ghosts. If he wasn't careful, he might be accidentally killed by them.
Under Han Fei's constant urging, Li Fu's body slowly changed, and the black mist on his hands spread around. When the mist dissipated, the tall and thin ghost appeared.
When Li Ban appeared, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. He concentrated on asking the paper man to take the heart.
Unexpectedly, as soon as that heart moved, all the cursed ghosts in the hotel would feel pain, and they seemed to have been connected into one whole.
"Yinglong's situation is getting worse. He can't stand the trouble anymore." Han Fei didn't want to lose this clerk, so he held the crying hand and jumped into the corpse pit.
"The way to break the curse is to destroy the cursed object, but this thing can share the damage. Even if it is killed, it will definitely kill others with it." When Han Fei was frowning, the old man with a severely shrunken body slowly slowly
He twisted his neck and looked at Han Fei.
"Don't kill her. It's all my fault. I can help her atone for her sins."
The old man's voice was intermittent, and it seemed that he was about to lose his mind. Now he is just coming back to his senses.
"You help her atone for her sins?"
"I am the owner of a hotel, and my wife who has been with me for more than 40 years lives in my heart." The old man said in an almost pleading tone: "We used to run a hotel together, but then I fell ill and the hotel was handed over to her.
Take care of it alone.”
"Where is she?"
"I don't know. When I woke up one night, I found that I was not in the hospital, but on this street. I was very scared until I found this hotel again." The old man crawled on the ground, trying to get closer.
That heart: "There was no one in the store at the time. I was running the business here. I wanted to wait for her to come back, but she never came back until one night when I received her call..."
"How could she call you?"
Han Fei had already understood. The old man ran a hotel during his lifetime, and later died of illness in the hospital.
When he woke up again, he entered the deep world. However, the old man's situation was a bit special. After entering the deep world, he still retained the memory of his wife and the hotel.
"I was very excited when I received her call. I was really afraid that I would never hear her voice again. I told her that I wanted to see her, but she said it wasn't time yet and asked me to wait." The old man's cloudy eyes showed
There was a touch of tenderness: "I listened to her and waited for her, but I was afraid that she would actually come over one day... In fact, just being able to call her every day is enough."
"We talk about our past and there is always endless things to talk about."
"She is still as bad-tempered and nagging as before. Sometimes I want to hang up the phone, but she will still stay by the phone the next day."
"With her accompanying me every day, I'm not so scared anymore."
"But later, as more and more customers came into the store, she suddenly told me that she was scared because she felt like she had changed. She had heard too many desperate, terrifying, and unimaginable things."
"Her voice was very painful. I knew she was in pain, so I wanted to comfort her, but she refused to see me."
"It wasn't until one night a long time later that she called me and told me that she was going to leave and that she might not even be able to make phone calls in the future."
"Can you imagine the pain I feel? I can't understand it. I told her that I have given up everything now and just hope to see her."
"She agreed that day and let me go into the basement of the hotel holding the phone."
"Walking in the basement full of various lines, I was still chatting with her, asking where she was? But she told me to look back..."
The wrinkles on the old man's face were squeezed together, and his eyes became dim.
"I looked back and found that the phone line had been cut short. The voice didn't come from the phone at all, but from my heart."
"I call my home phone every day, but I never get through. I keep talking to my thoughts."
"When a person's obsession is strong enough, certain changes will occur. My thoughts turned into a curse and became attached to the hotel phone."
"My thoughts are out of control, there is no kindness in my heart anymore, I know there is no hope in this world, just like my wife has never answered my phone call."
The old man burst into tears as he spoke. He started crying like a child.
Han Fei didn't know how long the old man had been trapped here. Maybe there were many remnant souls like the old man in the deep world.
"Old man, to be honest, I don't know if there is hope in this world." Squatting on the pile of corpses, Han Fei stared at the old man silently: "But if there is really no hope in this world, then I will be yours."
hope."
He gestured to the paper man to put the heart back on the old man's chest: "I return your thoughts and kindness to you, and you return my friends to me."
The old man, who was already prepared to lose his mind, had a complicated expression when he heard Han Fei's words.
The heart connected to all the telephone lines was beating in the chest. The old man covered his chest and retracted all the telephone lines that ran through the body. The voice of the deceased remained on every line.
"elder brother!"
Yinghuo ran to Yinglong. Yinglong, whose body was almost dissipated, touched Yinghuo's face, and then crawled towards Han Fei. His only remaining eye was filled with unprecedented gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me." Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to help Yinglong up: "Family members don't need to thank me."
This chapter has been completed!