Blood-red words were written on the yellowed talisman, and black symbols were hidden under large pieces of peeling wall. Ashes left by burning paper money could be seen everywhere in the living room, and various photos were thrown on the floor.
Han Fei picked up the photo closest to him. The picture showed a woman chained up, and her ankles were rusted together with the chains.
Her lower abdomen was slightly bulging. She lowered her head and covered her face with her hair. She supported her body with one hand and reached out to the camera with the other hand. She seemed to be very resistant to being photographed like this.
Blackened quilt, fair skin; thick chains, slender arms; the person being photographed desperately stretched out his hand to block the lens, while the photographer continued to shoot unscrupulously.
Just a photo, everything is so vivid and dazzling.
"Bang!"
There was a sound of metal colliding in the bedroom, the string on the door shaft was pulled, the soul bell hanging on it jingled, and a man's strange and mute voice came from inside the house.
The man's voice, mixed with the scream of another woman, seemed to tear his heart and lungs apart, and it could no longer be simply measured by pain.
Holding the photo in his hand, Han Fei moved slowly in the living room. He was not sure whether the jumper was in the room or not.
"This room is very evil."
The house is filled with weird and terrifying words, and the walls are also carved with runes to appease the souls of the dead. The weirdest thing is that the furniture in the house seems to be arranged according to a certain pattern, like an open coffin.
Han Fei entered Room 1244 in the Dead Tower game and reality, but those places were far less depressing and despairing than the rooms in the deep world.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Han Fei immediately felt the difference in this room. Every furnishing in the room seemed to be attached to something very scary and heavy.
The screams in the ears continued, and the soul bell was trying to torture the person crazy, but the man chanted the curse faster and faster.
Avoiding the photos on the ground, Han Fei quietly approached the master bedroom.
An exorcism doll with braided hair hung on the door. The bedroom door was not closed tightly. Han Fei stood outside and looked at the crack in the door.
The largest master bedroom in the house was decorated like a mourning hall. Photos of Zhuang Wen's mother were hung on the wall. Zhuang Wen, who was not that big at the time, cried and knelt on the ground. Her head was held down by an extremely ugly middle-aged man.
, that person was writing some words to ward off evil with a pen on her back.
The man also said some weird words while writing. His pronunciation was a little special, and Han Fei could only understand part of it. The main idea was that the ghost from Zhuang Wen's mother ran into Zhuang Wen, and Zhuang Wen was the evil spirit.
The scene in front of him was suffocating. After Han Fei saw the man take out a slender carving knife, he knew it was just a false memory, but he still pushed the door and prepared to stop him.
But just when Han Fei opened the door, he suddenly remembered a girl's voice behind him.
"Who are you?"
Han Fei, who was in a highly nervous state, was frightened and turned his head immediately.
A little girl stood behind him. She looked very cute, especially her eyes, which were bright and gentle, and seemed to be very curious about everything in the world.
"I want to save the girl who was bullied." Han Fei said matter-of-factly what he wanted to do just now.
After hearing this, the girl looked confused; "Are there other girls in the house?"
"Isn't she here..." Han Fei looked at the master bedroom again. The photo hanging in the mourning hall was no longer that of Zhuang Wen's mother, but that of Zhuang Wen.
This black-and-white photo is different from all the photos on the floor of the living room. Zhuang Wen in the deceased photo at least looks normal.
Below the deceased photo are two paper figures that are one-to-one with real people, and their bodies are covered with various words.
In front of the paper figure, there is a man and a woman lying on their backs.
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties and looked extremely ugly was carving something on their bodies. Those things were similar to the words on the paper figures. The middle-aged man seemed to want the paper figures to die for the man and woman.
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Muttering the words he had said to Zhuang Wen before, the middle-aged man slowly took out a slender carving knife, dipped in cinnabar, and carved words to ward off evil spirits one by one on the bodies of the man and woman.
The man and woman kept screaming in agony, and the middle-aged man's ugly face was full of pain, but he still had to do it.
Seeing the exorcist's children being punished, Han Fei's expression was still very serious.
The little girl next to her was a little confused. She thought Han Fei didn't understand the key and said intermittently: "They are all bad people, don't be nice to them."
"I feel uncomfortable not because I sympathize with them. I just think that that woman has been treated like this before, so I feel uncomfortable." Han Fei silently closed the door of the master bedroom. While chatting with the girl, he did not forget to check.
Other rooms.
Soon he discovered something very interesting. After opening a door, Han Fei would see Zhuang Wen's painful memories and all the terrible things that happened to Zhuang Wen.
But every time the little girl appeared, the scene in the house changed, leaving only the scene of the exorcist and his family being punished.
The memory of the deceased is integrated into the atrium of the dead building, but the little girl seems unable to see those bad memories.
After going around all the rooms, Han Fei stopped at the door of the balcony. He remembered the conversation between himself and the child in the game "Dead Tower".
Turning his head to look at the innocent little girl, Han Fei opened his mouth, but in the end he did not ask the set question in the Dead Tower game.
Raising his arm, Han Fei touched the little girl's head: "Are you really happy that you are here and see this every day?"
Blinking her eyes, the girl didn't quite understand what Han Fei meant. She thought for a long time and then shook her head.
"If you're not happy, then are you willing to leave here and see a different world? There are many things outside the door that you have never seen before. I don't guarantee that they are all beautiful, but at least some of them can bring you happiness.
Give you real happiness." Han Fei cannot make up for what has happened in the real world. All he can do is touch the child's head in the deep world.
"Outside the house?" The girl hesitated. When she started to waver, the densely packed talisman on the balcony door suddenly began to tremble, and then one talisman fell off.
As the leaves fell, Han Fei knew that the source of the jumping ghost's hatred was on the balcony. He immediately held the little girl's hand and retreated.
The soul bells hanging all over the room were ringing crazily, and talismans fell off the balcony door. The balcony door, which originally looked ordinary, began to tremble, as if it might shatter at any time.
"This room is too dangerous, I'll take you out first." Picking up the little girl, Han Fei ran directly outside room 1244 without going to the balcony!
When he left the room, a system prompt sounded in his mind: "Attention, player No. 0000! The reward for the task you selected in Room 1244 is Zhuang Wen."
"Zhuang Wen's child died. Unable to accept the fact, she regarded her last bit of humanity as her own child, and this last bit of humanity may be the real Zhuang Wen. This should be a mother's instinct, even if it turns into hatred
All monsters are willing to leave the last bit of good things to their children."
"Attention! You have taken away the last trace of Zhuang Wen's humanity. You will always face Zhuang Wen's pursuit. There is no limit on time and place! You will not stop until you die!"
Before the system beep sounded, all the talisman paper on the balcony door turned into fly ash, and a horrifyingly suppressed voice sounded at the balcony door.
"You will die if I catch you!"
This chapter has been completed!