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Chapter 478 The torch falls, the flame is still up! (5000 monthly ticket)

In the end, Shi Zhi swallowed his companions in order to release all his abilities. After he was severely injured by the death knife and left the memory world, the only outsider in the city was Han Fei.

The mood value has dropped to zero, everything in Han Fei's eyes has been alienated, and all negative emotions have been magnified several times. As long as he starts to fear, he will be defeated instantly.

The department store was like a seven-story shrine, and the whole city turned into a big lake reflected in the night. Wild dogs and monsters with money collars bared their teeth and claws. The big tree of resentment connected to the well spread its branches and leaves, and its arms were covered with

It entered the building and took root in every monster's body.

"Are you scared?"

Looking at the apocalyptic shopping mall, Han Fei was not afraid. He didn't know when he started to get used to walking in nightmares.

He wouldn't retreat even if he was alone, let alone if there was a companion standing behind him at this time.

Han Fei was not the only one who wanted to kill Boss Gu. The resentful spirits who had been pushed into the well by Boss Gu could hardly contain the killing intent in their hearts.

Everything is according to Han Fei's plan, first wait for Boss Gu to drive away the fingers, then use his conscience to awaken the world, and tell the truth about the past.

After removing all the halo from Boss Gu, the public who knew they had been deceived naturally stopped working for Boss Gu.

Han Fei gradually isolated the shopping mall owner. A god that no one believed in was not a god at all.

Having fought his way out of the most desperate situation, Han Fei is now qualified to look at each other head-on.

The woman in the red dress, who could no longer bear the stimulation of hatred, was the first to take action. Her nearly three-meter-tall body looked "petite" in front of the resentful tree, but her destructive power should not be underestimated.

The woman cut a series of wounds on Boss Gu's body, and all the bloody hands that grabbed the woman were easily broken off by her. She would not let Boss Gu take anything from her again.

"It's time for us to take action." The colorful family photo was torn into pieces in the air, and the elderly family walked out. They destroyed the photo that was soaked in well water. If the shrine was not destroyed tonight, their souls would be gone.

Family members walked towards the giant tree one by one. The old man looked at the falling fragments of the group photo, turned to Han Fei and said: "All of us have been pushed into the well, and now we have a special connection with the shrine. We

I can’t help you destroy the shrine, I can only help you hold back the lunatic outside.”

"enough."

"Remember, don't make a wish to the shrine at any time, and don't be deceived by it. The only person in this world who can fulfill your wish is yourself." The old man gave Han Fei one last look: "Don't be afraid of the shrine. That well was just a well in the beginning.

An ordinary well will change simply because there are too many memories and desires falling into it.”

After admonishing Han Fei, the old man walked towards the giant tree of resentful spirits. At this time, Boss Gu's body had almost covered half of the shopping mall.

The monster with the money collar keeps integrating into Boss Gu's body, and it seems that he can never be defeated. The reason why Boss Gu is like this in the memory world is probably related to the impression he left on the owner of the shrine.

After entering the world of memory, Han Fei experienced the past of the owner of the shrine, and he knew the despair very well.

Compared with Boss Gu, who has a lot of money, connections, and power, the owner of the shrine is like a puppet that can only be manipulated. This can also be seen from the toys that children like to play with most.

Whether it's a drowning boy or a child with six fingers, they all like to play with a puppet that looks like a real person.

Everyone is playing with the puppet and putting it in various poses, but in fact most people in the city are like that puppet.

The so-called destiny is just a thread that cannot be broken away. One end is connected to the desires in people's hearts, and the other end is connected to the shrine filled with wishes.

As long as you have the slightest connection with the shrine, you will be forced by it to find a future arranged in advance.

"The tragedy of all is this shrine, and destroying it is indeed the only way."

It is difficult for people who are related to the shrine to cause harm to the shrine. Only Han Fei in the department store has the ability to destroy the shrine.

"Ever since I entered the world of memory, this shrine has been tempting me, triggering the memories in my heart, and giving me blows again and again. Fortunately, I have long been accustomed to facing despair."

The shrine that had been attacked with all the strength of the ten fingers had changed. The top of the shrine was completely opened, and the inner wall shattered in all directions, revealing the well formed by countless human hands.

Han Fei had seen the inside of the shrine in hallucinations, but he was still shocked when he approached it again.

The countless arms reaching out to Han Fei seemed to represent desire and greed. It was those arms that kept asking for money that formed this bottomless wishing well.

Without the outer wall of the shrine to block it, the well composed of arms continued to expand. All the divine symbols and sacrifices in the underground warehouse were torn to pieces by the arms, and the large number of photos that Boss Gu dumped in the darkroom began to be swallowed up by the well.

"The arms that make up this well seem to be much fewer than before. Is it because many alienated monsters no longer trust Boss Gu? Abandoned this so-called god?"

There was a thin rope hanging next to the dark wellhead, and the sound of Pei Yang's cry, oriole's voice explaining the price of goods, and Li Long and Li Hu's quarreling could be heard vaguely on it.

All the things Han Fei has experienced are woven into a rope. Along this rope of memory, it seems that one can reach the bottom of the well.

No one knows what is hidden under the well water, and they have been searching for it for ten years without success.

The ghost marks on his body slowly lit up, and the ferocious Nine-Life Cat's eyes opened. Han Fei clenched his death knife, cut off the pale human hands, and stepped on the side of the well.

Grasping the rope of memory, Han Fei jumped into the well without hesitation.

Countless arms wanted to tear him apart and prevent him from continuing downward.

His fingers fell into the well and he tried to climb up even though he had to cut off his flesh and blood.

Han Fei knew that this jump was a narrow escape, but he still tried his best to jump down. He wanted to destroy the shrine and end this tragedy before the mother passed away.

The rope of memory still couldn't touch the water. Han Fei looked at the well where countless wishes were deposited, his soul resonated, and his left eye suddenly discovered something!

The water surface was like a hazy mirror, reflecting his own figure. He had seen that figure many times in the world of memory, but every time he could not see the other person's face clearly (see details in 447, etc.), no matter in the basement of Xicheng District

In front of the mirror, or next to the fitting mirror in the women's clothing area on the third floor of the mall, Han Fei's face in all the mirrors was a little blurry.

It looks like him, but it doesn't seem like he is.

He had been unable to see his face clearly until this moment when he looked at the well filled with wishes.

His figure was reflected in the water, and the blurry face gradually became clear.

That person was not him, but it made him feel extremely familiar, as if the other person had been watching him and was one of the most important people to him.

"who are you?"

The well water is like a mirror that separates reality and memory. Han Fei on the water was torn apart by countless arms, desperately reaching out to the water.

The figure under the water looked at Han Fei happily. There were countless malicious wishes gathered around him, and there were countless arms behind him dragging him, as if they wanted to drag him to the deepest part of the well.

"Give me your hand!"

Han Fei stretched out his hand towards the water, and the people soaking in the well water also stretched out their hands towards him. But when Han Fei's hand touched the water, he touched nothing.

How can we catch each other in the mirror?

When Han Fei was about to try again, the well was hit and his arms fell into the well.

Han Fei looked up and saw a woman in a red dress who was nearly three meters tall. She was entangled in the branches and leaves of a dead tree and fell hard near the shrine.

The monster transformed by Boss Gu becomes stronger the closer it gets to the shrine, but the opposite is true for others. They will be affected by the shrine, or even suppressed by it.

Harsh laughter echoed on the first floor of the shopping mall. Boss Gu seemed to have a winning chance. He faced the siege of everyone while staring at Han Fei.

"I've been waiting for so long, do you really think you have any chance of winning against me?"

The wounds on Boss Gu's body kept opening, and more and more arms stretched out around like branches, as if they were trying to stretch the entire mall open.

With a loud bang, the wall on the north side of the mall collapsed completely, and the roof of the People's Hospital could be vaguely seen in that direction.

"You can never win as long as there is someone you care about in your heart."

Mad dogs wearing money collars rushed towards the hospital. The mall owner knew what Han Fei cared about most, and he screamed unscrupulously: "Life! The wish I want to make this time is life!"

"Make a wish?"

Han Fei looked at the countless wishes sinking in the well. They were just illusory bubbles.

"If I believe in the existence of wishes, then I really lose." Han Fei remembered the old man's warning: "He said that this well was just an ordinary well at first, and then the wishes and memories fell into it.

Too many, and it became what it is now.”

Han Fei clenched the rope in his hand: "This rope, which is completely woven from memory, cannot touch the water now because there are not enough sacrifices."

Looking down at the figure that was about to be torn apart under the water, Han Fei knew what to do. He cut his wrist and let his blood fall on the rope of memory.

"I have taken the place of the soul of the owner of the shrine. Now I am also one of the sacrifices, and I am also the most important sacrifice."

When doing the previous mission of the wishing well, Han Fei had jumped into the well. He knew what it felt like.

My body was falling weakly, and no matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. At that time, the only thought in my heart was - if only there was a rope that could pull me out of this cold and desperate well.

The blood slides down the well rope of memory and is slowly absorbed by the well rope. The rope that was originally a long way from the water surface is now getting closer and closer to the water surface.

Han Fei's body became weak and he could no longer hold on to the well rope, but the rope was still a little short of the water.

"Lin Lu is not here..." Han Fei now understood the meaning of the mission of Wish Three. The mission required him to kill Lin Lu at the right time and at the right place, and kill his own beautiful illusions with his own hands. These are all shrines.

What the owner has experienced.

"Every task has a very clear purpose, which is a hint given by memory."

Linlu is the beauty imagined by the owner of the shrine, the split imagination of the owner of the shrine, and the last sacrifice.

"Apart from his mother, the shrine owner's biggest regret should be that he killed his only remaining beauty with his own hands."

After breaking free from the shackles of fate, both Lin Lu and the shrine owner's mother are still alive. This should be considered the best ending for the shrine owner.

Looking at the place where the water surface and the well wall were in contact, Han Fei took out his life-saving knife and swung it there!

The soul resonated again. Behind the well wall that was cut by the sword light, there was a pair of evil eyes staring at Han Fei: "As my evil soul, how can you be so cowardly?"

Tearing the well wall apart, the evil soul broke free from countless arms and grabbed the rope of memory.

He laughed wildly and looked into Han Fei's eyes: "I know all your ideas, just go ahead and do it."

"Although I am very grateful to you, you must remember clearly that you are my evil soul."

"Isn't the criterion for judging evil evil?" The Evil Soul's eyes were full of evil. He casually cut his own neck and bit the rope with his soul-blood-stained mouth.

At the same time, Han Fei also extended his hand to the water.

The rope where the memories gathered went down again. When the rope touched the surface of the well, all the arms went crazy, and countless beautiful wishes were shattered and turned into the most vicious curse!

"I hope the most beautiful girl in the class will have an accident and be disfigured."

"I want her to love me only. If she dares to leave, she will die miserably."

"Money, give me enough money and I can give you anything."

"The more important something is, the more likely it is that your wish will come true? What can your family get in exchange?"

The foam of desire exploded, and a dark and smelly curse flowed out. The well water began to become turbid, and the figures reflected in the water began to blur.

"Hold this rope! I'll take you out!"

The figure under the water grabbed the rope of memory. After touching the memory, the ethereal figure seemed to slowly take form.

As the rope of memory is dragged outward, the shadow reflected in the well water seems to be pulled out of the mirror!

First the pale fingers, then the arms, and then the unfamiliar face.

A man's body is covered with wishes that are still broken. When wishes are broken, those beautiful blessings all turn into the most vicious curses. They cling to the man's body and won't let him leave.

"Why am I so miserable, but you can be happy?"

"You told me that I can make wishes here, and you can't leave!"

"I haven't gotten what I want, how can I let you go?"

Countless voices echoed in the deep well, and countless arms clutched Han Fei and the man.

What started out as a simple and beautiful wish turned out to be deformed monsters, and there were too many of them.

"I'll stop them, you keep going up!"

The evil soul loosened his hands and pounced on the arms in the deep well. He bit the monsters and drove away the darkness with the deepest malice and hysterical madness.

Holding on to the rope of memory, Han Fei struggled to move upward, but his arms had no strength.

There was too much resentment and hatred accumulated in the wishing well over the years, and the frantically demanding arms wanted to tear Han Fei into pieces.

He gradually became unable to hold on, but at this moment, a hand worked hard to help him push away the curse blocking his way.

A thin child walked out of the death knife and struggled to clear the way for Han Fei.

"Wang Sheng?"

When the child appeared, one hand held Han Fei's body, and the figures and Han Fei held the butcher knife of death.

He is never alone. The best and most precious humanity in the deep world is gathered in the Purana Knife.

If the souls polluted by desire in the deep well are believers in the shrine, then all the humanity in the Purana Knife are fellow travelers who will never betray Han Fei.

The light and shadow that held up Han Fei were constantly torn apart by the hands of desire, but no matter how many people fell, there was always a pair of hands trying to drag Han Fei out of the darkness.

They moved upward little by little, enduring the most vicious curses and their bodies being torn and deformed, but no one stopped.

How can you be willing to perish in darkness when you have light hidden in your heart?

The ghosts who believe in the wishing well and the souls who believe in Han Fei are wrestling with each other, as if they are two gods fighting.

When the last fellow traveler was knocked off his arm, Han Fei finally led the man to the mouth of the well.

But when he wanted to push the man out of the well, he found that all the vicious curses on the man gathered in his chest, forming a pattern of a well on his heart.

Even if he gets rid of the wishing well in his memory, as long as there are still people who believe in the existence of the wishing well and people continue to throw "curses" and "wishes" into the well, men will never be able to get rid of it.

"There are countless grievances accumulated in the wishing well that need to be shouldered by someone. The owner of the shrine is the bearer selected by the shrine. No wonder he will become unspeakable."

The well on the man's chest had already taken shape. No matter how hard Han Fei pushed up, the well's mouth was still one meter away from him.

If the well in men's hearts is not broken, they may not be able to leave.

Han Fei's strength has been exhausted, and his fellow travelers in the Purana Knife have been overwhelmed by those greedy arms.

At this moment, Han Fei made a decision in his heart. This will be the last choice he makes in this memory world.

"I never felt that I was so good, nor did I feel that I could bring any hope. Along the way, I just wanted to live well, and then, within my ability, take you to see the world after dawn.

"

He held the Purana Knife tightly, his dazzling humanity shining on the blade, and then pierced his only support into the well in the man's chest!

The blade is like a white flame, different from the black fire of hatred. This is a flame that has never appeared in the deep world.

It is not dazzling, nor does it contain much power, but it can spread far in the dark night.

The well formed by countless curses twisted under the blade. When the lines of the well collapsed, the man's closed eyes slowly opened.

At this time, Han Fei had no strength left. His body fell downwards, but his eyes were looking at the bright flame burning in the man's chest.

The torch fell down, but the flame still upward!


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