The woman was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart. She had sacrificed a lot to perform the soul-calling ritual and would never allow the ritual to be destroyed. However, just as the ritual was getting closer to success, she discovered that her daughter had been causing trouble.
Being betrayed by your most trusted family member is the most painful feeling.
"Zhuang Qing, you are older. Since your father passed away, I have rarely interfered with your affairs. Now I hope you will not interfere with me, okay?"
Zhuang Qing felt strange to her mother's words. The mother in her impression was not like this. Everything seemed to have started from the soul-calling ceremony, and her mother gradually became different.
Her father's soul was not summoned, but her mother no longer looked like her former self, which made Zhuang Qing even more frightened.
She opened her mouth several times, but she didn't speak. There was another secret hidden in her heart, which she didn't even dare to tell her mother.
As if she was worried about waking up her little daughter, her mother was very restrained, but the disappointment in her words cut into Zhuang Qing's heart like a knife.
"In the future, don't go near your father's room again."
After saying the last words, her mother took the kitchen knife from Zhuang Qing's hand and left.
The living room returned to dead silence, and after a long time Zhuang Qing's voice suddenly sounded.
"But... I also had another dream. I dreamed that it was not my father who died in a car accident, but us. We were missing him, and he was also thinking of us. Every time I dreamed about him, he became more and more...
Aging."
Her hand touched the bedroom door, as if touching her father's arm: "We all miss you, but I don't know whether this is good or bad. I always have a feeling that if the soul summoning is successful, you may be more...
pain."
Zhuang Qing did not break the door this time and left quietly.
"They should all go back to sleep. Let's leave quickly." The middle-aged man said with a bitter look on his face: "If I were seen like this, I might really be regarded as a ghost."
"Wait a minute, they just said they heard footsteps in the house at night. I want to see what they attracted." Han Fei is related to Zhuang Qing's family, and he happens to know Zhuang Ren in real life, so
He was very sure that the person who was recruited was definitely not Zhuang Ren.
If he wants to quickly gain the trust of Zhuang Qing's family, there is a very simple way, which is to summon the real Zhuang Ren into the death building.
The manager of the dead building tampered with the memory of Zhuang Qing's family, leaving them living in a painful cycle. If they could see the real Zhuang Ren, maybe the memories tampered with by the manager of the dead building could be restored.
This family really moved Han Fei. In order to find his wife and daughter, his real-life father frantically played a virtual death game, driving himself crazy day after day.
Wives and daughters living in the deep world constantly try soul-calling rituals in an attempt to save their husbands.
Their memories have been tampered with, but they both want to redeem each other in their own way.
Compared with butterflies, they are indeed insignificant existences, but they also try their best to fight against their destined fate.
Han Fei was a bystander. He witnessed everything and felt it the most.
Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter died many years ago. This is a fact that cannot be changed even if he has the black box. Perhaps all he can do is pass on his thoughts to the other party.
"If a living person carries too much burden, it may be difficult to move on. Many people understand this truth, but there are still countless people who are willing to bear it. Maybe this is the beauty of human nature."
While Han Fei was thinking, footsteps appeared again in the living room. This footsteps was different from all the previous footsteps. It looked like a person beating on tiptoes.
"Both mother and daughter should have gone back to bed. Whose footsteps are they in the living room now?"
A living person would not make such weird footsteps even if he was sleepwalking. Han Fei gently opened the bedroom door a crack, and there was something faintly shaking in the dark living room.
Holding your breath, more than ten seconds later, the footsteps got closer and closer, and a woman appeared in the aisle between the sofa and the TV.
She stood on her toes, as if being carried by something, and moved around the living room.
"Ghost?" The middle-aged man in blood-clothed clothes clearly looked more like a ghost than a ghost at this time, but he had a look of fear on his face, and the uneasiness in his eyes almost overflowed.
The middle-aged man's voice was very low, but it was this very weak voice that attracted the woman in the living room.
Her pale face turned slowly, her toes dragged on the ground, and her body rushed towards the bedroom quickly.
Their eyes met, and Han Fei happened to see the other person: "Zhuang Ren's second daughter? Why is it her?"
That face was very familiar to Han Fei. What puzzled him was why his second daughter, who was fine just now, suddenly became like this? Could it be related to the statue that Zhuang Ren's wife placed under the second daughter's bed?
At first, Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter behaved normally, no different from when they were alive. Han Fei had also seen photos of them in real life. For those who didn't know, he probably thought they had gained a new life here.
But now Zhuang Ren's second daughter's behavior is completely different from before. Her face is pale, and the most terrifying thing is her eyes.
The whites of her eyes were intertwined with black threads, as if someone was holding the threads in her eyes to control her gaze.
At the same time that Han Fei saw her, the second daughter also saw Han Fei. At this time, Han Fei had already closed the bedroom door again and asked the middle-aged man to hold the door panel with his back.
The footsteps outside disappeared. A few minutes later, Han Fei looked towards the crack of the door again, and saw thick black hair in his field of vision.
"There are no eyes on the back of her head, how could she look inside..." Han Fei thought of this and suddenly realized something. He looked up along the crack in the door.
There was a ghostly face staring at him on the top panel of the door!
Both the woman and the middle-aged man also saw that face. When they subconsciously moved away, Han Fei had a knife handle in his hand.
Can a bladeless knife kill someone?
The grimace didn't dodge. It remembered Han Fei's appearance. At this moment, the lock rattled and it seemed to want to enter the bedroom!
The evil ghost blocked the door, with only the wardrobe behind them. The woman and the middle-aged man were so nervous that they couldn't even speak. However, Han Fei took the initiative to open the door, as if he and the evil ghost were in the same group, and they were extremely cooperative.
"Touch the secrets deep in the soul!"
Under the puzzled gazes of the woman and the middle-aged man, Han Fei's sword fell on the grimace.
The hideous and terrifying face shattered like a mask, and then Han Fei's hand full of soul poison grabbed the other person's neck, and a blood-red delicate paper man crawled along his arm to the wound on the ghost face.
When the paper man got into Ghost Face's body, Han Fei covered Ghost Face's mouth with the secret that touched the depths of his soul, and dragged him directly into the bedroom like a kidnapper holding a hostage.
"Be honest, if you dare to wake up other people in the room, don't blame me for being rude."
With the blessing of master-level acting skills, Han Fei's handsome face was taken over by coldness and madness. At this time, he looked more ferocious than a ghost.
This chapter has been completed!