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Chapter 331 Recognized by the owner of the community (what a normal topic)

"The corridor door of Building No. 1 has been opened. Black mist floats into the building, and the singing voice may come. Next, I have to find a way to go to other buildings to find Feng Ziyu. But before that, I have to die first

Let’s wait until we get the hidden profession of building security guard.”

In the deep world, every step must be taken with caution. Han Fei planned to stay in Building 1 for three hours before leaving.

"Zhuang Wen must have gone looking for butterflies. I hope she can get her wish." Han Fei tried to close the corridor door again, but unfortunately the door lock had been broken. Even if it was closed, the fog from outside would continue to seep in.

While Han Fei was fiddling with the corridor door, a black arm suddenly emerged from the mist. He quickly protected the death knife in front of him, but before he could make the next move, the arm was wrapped with countless bloodshot threads.

Then it was torn into pieces in an instant.

The bloodshot eyes gathered and the red dress stopped in the corridor on the first floor. She stared at Han Fei carefully. How could such a weak person dare to interfere in the matter between the large-scale resentment and the ghost who jumped off the building?

"Thank you." Han Fei came back to his senses. He put away the death knife and walked to the side of the red skirt: "Can I ask you one more question, do you agree with me being a security guard here?"

There was no reason to refuse, so the red skirt nodded.

"Can you help me persuade other people? I want to stay here and let more people find themselves again. I know that I am weak and have no special abilities. Many times I can't even save myself."

Han Fei smiled bitterly: "I don't even know when I will die, but I still want to tell more people that in this world of darkness, there are still people like me who are persevering."

Almost every word Han Fei said was on Hong Shirt's heart. She used to think so too.

The red skirt fluttered, affecting the resentment of the whole building. The red skirt nodded again: "They will agree."

With the red skirt following him, Han Fei gradually became more courageous. He was going to knock on doors one by one and consult all the owners for their opinions.

Originally, he didn't want to go to such trouble, but this was a requirement of the system. If he wanted to regain his hidden career as a dead building security guard, he had to obtain the approval of all owners.

First, Han Fei came to the door of the wedding woman's room. He had been too busy running around to find her.

In addition, Han Fei also discovered that compared to the strength of the owners in the building, the woman in wedding dress was considered very powerful among them. The most important thing was that she was able to leave the dead building freely, which attracted Han Fei's great attention.

Knocking on the door, there seemed to be no one in the house, so Han Fei had no choice but to ask the red skirt to help.

The bloodshot threads on the red dress got into the keyholes, and strange patterns appeared on the door, mysterious and beautiful.

The red skirt misunderstood what Han Fei meant. Not only the room where the wedding woman was, but also all the doors on this floor were opened.

Door after door hit the wall, and the bloody house number seemed to be crying.

Looking inside the house, Han Fei found that the layout of the room was very similar to the game of Dead Tower. He entered the bedroom and stared at the wedding photos on the bedside.

"Business with integrity, I will definitely do what I promised you, and now I'm here in advance to keep the appointment."

Han Fei seemed to be talking to himself. No ghost in the room responded to him. There was not even a trace of Yin energy in this room. It looked cleaner than any room in the Yang world.

"I know you are here." Han Fei said and took off the hijab of the woman in the wedding dress from the inventory. When he was about to hand the hijab to Hongqiu for inspection, the woman in the wedding photo turned blue and her eyes slowed down.

Slow congestion.

Pale hands grabbed the photo frame, and a woman over two meters tall emerged from the wedding photo.

Her eyes wandered behind Han Fei and Han Fei, and her chapped lips slowly opened, but she hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word.

I just want to ask you to do a small favor. Why don't you lure the scariest ghost in the building to my house?

The first time I visit, are you going to destroy my whole family?

She was so entangled in her heart that the woman in wedding dress did not dare not to speak. She was afraid that she would not have the chance to speak later.

"It's not peaceful in the building recently. We'll discuss our matters later."

"It's okay. The guy who jumped from the top floor has left. Now the owner of Building 1 who has the most say is behind me."

"Top... floor?" The woman in wedding dress stared at Han Fei in disbelief: "The chaos in the building these two nights has something to do with you?"

"There is a slight connection. Speaking of which, you have better taste and recommended me to be the security guard of the dead building." Han Fei looked at the woman in the wedding dress with a smile.

The woman in wedding dress really wanted to destroy her eyes, but she didn't dare to act rashly now.

"Don't you want to enter a certain room? We can go there now. I am the most trustworthy person."

Han Fei asked again and again, and the woman in wedding dress who was completely confused about her current situation finally said: "I want to enter a certain room in Building 4, where my husband's eyes are."

"Building 4? Do you know how to enter Building 4?"

"I used to live in Building 4, but my room was occupied by another thing." The woman in wedding dress tore open the human skin around her neck, and there was a blood-red key hidden in her throat: "You just need

Just help me hold that thing down for five minutes."

"The deal is done, but before that, I have to go to the other owners, so please follow me first." There was one more person in the team behind Han Fei, and the woman in the wedding dress kept a considerable distance from the red skirt.

Along the way, almost all the owners recognized Han Fei. They gave Han Fei high praise. There was even a ghost with his mouth sewn shut. He even praised Han Fei in sign language as being excellent.

As a security guard, Han Fei is also very happy to receive recognition and praise from the owners.

After arriving on the 14th floor smoothly, Han Fei stopped at the door of room 1144 with two other security guards and red skirts.

Before they knocked on the door, an old lady appeared on the stairs next to her. She was wearing black clothes, and a butterfly pattern could be vaguely seen on the back of her neck.

Han Fei had met this old man before. He always liked to go out late at night and was always looking for a way out. She seemed to know some truth.

"Young man, I advise you not to open that door casually. You have done a good job, but you can't change anything. Maybe everything will be restored at the next midnight." The old man looked at Han Fei in a conspiratorial manner.

She seems to have been hiding on the fourteenth floor.

"How will you know if you don't try?" Han Fei walked up to the old man and said, "Grandma, you are also a resident of the building. Are you satisfied with my work? If you have any suggestions, you can tell me at any time."

"I suggest replacing a group of more obedient security guards so that everyone can live longer." The old man stooped his back. She looked at Han Fei as if she was staring at something ominous.

"Old lady, have you misunderstood what I meant?" Han Fei took out a cigarette from the inventory: "I was asking you for any suggestions, but I didn't ask you to make any wishes?"


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