"Task requirements: Explore Ancestral Hall Street and repair the shrines on Ancestral Hall Street."
"Task tip: Not all those who live in the shrine are gods."
"Attention! This task is a time-limited task, please complete it within three hours!"
The system prompt sounded very suddenly. After reading the mission information carefully, Han Fei had a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Repair the shrine? What should I use to repair it?"
He came here to do important things and didn't pay much attention to Ancestral Hall Street itself, but because of this F-level mission, he has changed his mind now.
All tasks related to shrines must be treated with caution.
According to the information currently available, shrines are the road to the unspeakable, and every shrine must be paid attention to.
"This is still a time-limited task. I only have three hours."
Han Fei carried the altar and entered Ancestral Street directly. He could clearly feel the difference between this street and other places.
There was no sign of the existence of ghosts, and the stench and blood smell emanating from Resentment could not be felt. Instead, there was a faint smoke floating in the air.
Looking from a distance, Ancestral Street is not long, and you can see the end at a glance. The doors and windows of every house on both sides of the street are sealed with bricks, and strange symbols are written on the walls.
"Can you feel anything abnormal?" Han Fei communicated with the neighbors in the spiritual altar, but even Cry, who was very sensitive to despair and negative emotions, didn't notice anything was wrong.
"Songsheng has been seriously injured. If I were him, I would definitely restrain my aura now, hide in the dark, and then find the right opportunity to kill me. To capture the thief, capture the king first. After I die, the people in the Dead Building and Xingfu Community will
will be divided."
His mind was running rapidly, and Han Fei's expression seemed to have remained unchanged. In fact, his consciousness never left the game exit button.
"Songsheng had already been severely injured before entering the Death Building. When we attacked Butterfly, it was injured again based on its original strength. Now its strength is estimated to be less than 10%."
Various tactics and countermeasures kept popping up in his mind, and Han Fei unknowingly entered the depths of Ancestral Hall Street.
When he reached the center of Ancestral Hall Street, not only him, but all the ghosts including Zhuang Wen stopped.
There is one of the oldest ancestral halls in the center of Ancestral Hall Street, and desolate and horrifying songs are coming from the ancestral hall.
"The singing is in there!"
A few meters away, everyone was already feeling the pressure.
The body's instinct was resisting. He didn't even see the shadow, and his legs no longer felt like they wanted to retreat.
The neighbors in Xingfu Community walked out of the spiritual altar and protected Han Fei.
When they met Song Sheng at the security company, Han Fei lured Song Sheng into the death building alone in order to buy everyone time to escape.
Facing the singing again, the neighbors in Xingfu Community will never let such a thing happen.
"Something doesn't seem right."
In the past, as long as I heard the singing, all the resentments and regrets would escape and hide, but it is different now.
Everyone moved towards the building in the center of Ancestral Hall Street. Compared with other buildings, this building is obviously much older and has a special architectural style, a bit like an old house from a hundred years ago.
"It seems that something else has come before us." The Mirror God behind Yinglong suddenly said: "There is a scent that I hate very much at the door of the ancestral hall. Although it is very weak, I can be sure that people from other areas have been there.
Pass here."
"What is that?" Yinglong found several thin red threads at the door of the ancestral hall. He reached out and touched them, and those thin threads instantly turned into foul-smelling blood.
"Stay away from that rope." Mirror God spoke again: "The Death Tower area is full of death curses. The most common ones here are various curses. Other areas are different from the Death Tower. For example, these will melt into blood.
They are called life ropes, and they are things tied around the ankles of the dead. I once heard the previous building director say that there is hatred in other areas that controls the fate of a lot of resentment through life ropes, and makes them all into toys and
Doll.”
"The butterfly just died, is there something you can't hold back anymore?" Han Fei took out his death knife and slashed at the blood on the ground. A scream came from the blood beads, and then the blood beads turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Already.
"It is said that the life rope is connected to a person's destiny. Your sword seems to be able to cut off even the destiny that is contaminated with malice." The Mirror God was very surprised. This was the first time he had seen this scene.
"Since it can be chopped into pieces by the Death Knife, it means that the other party is full of evil and has evil thoughts in his heart. We must make plans early." Han Fei motioned for everyone to continue moving forward: "We just killed the butterfly, and now we have other things we want.
Come here, you really can't relax for a moment in this deep world."
Pushing open the door of the ancestral hall in the center of the street, there were blood-stained red ropes everywhere, and each rope was wrapped with white and black talismans.
He cut off the red rope with a knife, and there was a black coffin placed deep in the ancestral hall. At the end of the coffin was an offering table with a broken shrine on it.
"The shrine on the top floor of the Death Building was brought here by singing?"
Han Fei and the owners of the dead building recognized the shrine at a glance. At that time, the butterfly inspired the things hidden in the shrine and attacked the song with all its strength.
Song endured the attack and left with the shrine and the old man's head.
After seeing the broken shrine, everyone became nervous. They were on full alert, and then slowly focused their attention on the black coffin. The only place in the ancestral hall that could hide people was the coffin.
Several resentments approached at the same time, and at the prompts of the Mirror God, they opened the coffin lid.
Inside the black coffin, there is a music box, and the miserable spiritual songs are emanating from the music box.
No one dared to act rashly, but Xu Qin finally took the music box out of the black coffin.
This music box looks very ordinary, but there are two sentences written on the bottom of the box.
The first sentence Han Fei has seen in reality - "I hope everyone in the world will listen to your singing, and I hope you can touch their heartstrings and bring them touching and happiness."
The handwriting of the second sentence is completely different from the first sentence, full of twisted and crazy murderous intent. Just looking at the twisted font, you can feel the anger and pain of the person who carved the words - "God only bless those who are cruel to Himself."
useful person".
"If Song Sheng is really one of Fu Sheng's three children, then the first sentence should be left by Fu Sheng to Song Sheng, and the second sentence is most likely written by Song Sheng to Fu Sheng." Han Fei could tell.
Something must have happened between Song Sheng and Fu Sheng.
"The faces of all the statues in this ancestral hall street have been damaged, and all the places where the names of the gods should be written have been obliterated, as if the people paying tribute in the ancestral hall have a name that cannot be spoken."
"Among all the people I know, the only one who meets this condition is the former building director Fu Sheng. He chose the path of destroying the deep world and was destined to be an enemy of all the unspeakable things in the deep world. Judging from the outcome, he was beaten until his memory collapsed.
Damn, his name should have become a taboo."
"After Sing obtained the shrine and the old man's head, he went directly to Ancestral Hall Street and placed the shrine here. Could it be that this Ancestral Hall Street was originally built to commemorate Fu Sheng? If he had not been beaten until his memory was broken, this street would have
There should be statues of him everywhere."
Fu Sheng's path failed. Now no one dares to mention his name, and his statue has also been disfigured.
Apart from Han Fei, the only thing that remembers him firmly is his singing.
"For Fu Sheng, destroying the deep world is the ultimate goal. Although the singing voice is his child, it is likely that the singing voice will be given up in the face of the ultimate goal."
Singing is an indescribable existence. What kind of severe trauma did he suffer before he fell to this point?
Han Fei still has many doubts, but no one can answer them.
Before he arrived, Song left the shrine and left with the old man's head.
It stands to reason that Han Fei should be proud of being able to force an indescribable being to do this, but he was not happy at all.
The life ropes outside the ancestral hall door showed that besides him, there were other people who were also eyeing the singing.
"When I logged into the game, I saw Song squatting in Ancestral Hall Street holding a human head. Was he waiting for me on purpose? Wanted to attract me?"
Han Fei's impression of the singing voice had always been that of being powerful, crazy, and murderous, but when the singing voice took away the old man's head, he seemed to be different from before, as if he had regained a little bit of sanity.
"What does he want to do?"
Looking at the shrine on the altar table, Han Fei got closer and closer, feeling that something was attracting him.
"The shrine is placed on the altar table, as if it should have been there..."
"Be careful and don't touch the shrine at will."
The God of Mirrors reminded him from behind, but Han Fei still grabbed the black cloth on the shrine and opened it.
At this moment, Han Fei stood alone in front of the shrine and looked inside.
The broken shrine has been repaired, but the statue inside has no face.
At this moment, Han Fei's eyes seemed to start to bleed, and he heard faint laughter in his ears.
When his vision returned to normal, the face of the statue in the shrine was slowly becoming like Han Fei!
"Attention, player number 0000! There are great risks in building a shrine for yourself! Please consider it carefully!"
"Warning! Players who build a shrine before level 30 have a 100% mortality rate! Please consider it carefully!"
Listening to the system's continuous frantic warnings, Han Fei also panicked. He just opened the shrine and did nothing.
This chapter has been completed!