Wild laughter rang in Han Fei's ears, plucking the strings of his soul, and a whirlpool of memories appeared in his blank mind. In the depths of the ocean where the past was preserved, something very important seemed to be missing.
"This park employee seems to be controlled by some kind of force. The wild laughter is like some kind of toxin that controls the nerves, eroding his own consciousness and turning him into what he is now."
From the time the staff appeared to the time they collided with the boy's body, it only took a few seconds. Both parties had no reservations and were in the most hysterical state.
The blood mist and the black mist of resentment collided together, and the invisible oppressive atmosphere in the car was washed away. The window glass was full of cracks, and the car body became more dilapidated.
With just one collision, the skin of the park staff member was like cracked porcelain, with a large number of black cracks appearing, and his body was bent back at nearly 90 degrees.
The upside-down human face was hanging on the back. The staff member saw Han Fei from this angle. The smile on his face became more cruel, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, as if he had discovered the person he had been tracking for a long time.
Murderer.
"Shall I live for you?" Han Fei read the lips of the park staff. He looked at the other person's scary smile, and the familiar feeling in his mind became stronger.
"F, laughter, me, the three of us seem to be fighting for the same thing."
"Bang!"
The sound of collision sounded again, and the boy's body threw down the staff of the park. His hands that had completely merged with the black mist hugged the staff's waist. Resentment penetrated the staff's body like sharp thorns, as if to stop him.
Truncate.
Han Fei felt pain watching that scene, but the smile on the staff's face became brighter. It seemed that the more painful it was, the happier he was.
"Kill me, kill me!"
He raised his head and roared upward, and the staff member's mouth was about to be torn apart. His expression was extremely ferocious, as if he was experiencing the most desperate thing in his life.
It was definitely scary to have your body torn apart by evil spirits, but Han Fei soon discovered that the source of the staff member's pain was not the boy's body, but something else!
The staff member's face was torn open bit by bit, the flesh and skin were separated, and the teeth kept moving backwards. He laughed with tears streaming down his face and used everything in his life to show this last crazy smile.
The boy's corpse seemed to have sensed something. He raised his burned face in confusion and looked at the chest of the staff member.
The beating sound of the heart continued to get louder and gradually began to swell. Another chilling laughter sounded in the car, and that laughter happened to come from the staff's ever-expanding heart.
The chest began to deform, ribs were broken, and something was moving upward on the staff member's chest.
The boy's corpse stared closely at the staff. The evil spirit and death wish in the entire bus were drawn by some force and converged towards the staff's face.
The bus moving forward suddenly stopped, and all the dead souls were trembling with fear.
When the desire to die was at its strongest, an arm stretched out from the staff member's body, directly penetrating the black mist of resentment and piercing the boy's chest!
No one knows who the arm belongs to, and no one knows why he appears in the midst of wild laughter. It seems that all the people affected by the wild laughter are puppets controlled by him. He can influence those people at will and subvert the entire city.
"Chaos is heaven!"
The staff member could no longer close his mouth. He was laughing with tears and speaking hysterical words.
The boy's corpse looked at his body in disbelief. The black mist turned from resentment could not block the arm. The skin covered with spells was like a white paper in front of it. The arm defied everything and penetrated all rules.
The beating heart in his chest was held by that hand. Before the boy's body even understood what was happening, he heard a sound like a bubble bursting from his body.
It was very low, very special, and he had only heard it once.
Looking down, the boy's heart, which was half alive and half rotten, was crushed to pieces by five fingers.
The foul-smelling black blood mixed with the burnt dead skin, the black mist of resentment dissipated, and the park staff member also died completely at this moment.
When the park staff lost his life and stopped laughing wildly, the arm stretched out from his body retreated back from his body and disappeared.
This shocking turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations. Han Fei also wanted to stay, but saving his life was the most critical thing now.
"The staff of the park should be just puppets of the laughter. The real owner of the laughter is a lunatic who doesn't follow the rules at all. This chaotic and crazy city is simply a stage prepared for him alone."
Unscrupulous, like a devil, weird, crazy, mysterious, and wild laughter aroused Han Fei's high vigilance. Compared to F, the owner of this laughter may be the biggest trouble.
"The terminal of this bus seems to be a paradise. Is that staff member responsible for escorting these dead souls? Why would he send a bus full of dead people to a paradise for the living? That paradise is really for the living.
Are you ready? Are you trying to sneak into the park through this car?"
Han Fei's face under the mask slowly twisted, and he tried to control his facial muscles to smile, but he found that he couldn't do it at all. He seemed to have lost the ability to smile forever.
"We have to go!" Han Fei secretly glanced at the park staff and the boy's body. He grabbed the companion in his sleeve and placed it on the neck of the student next to him: "Change positions."
While threatening the male student, Han Fei gestured to Li Guoer, who had been paying attention to him in the taxi, and prepared to jump out of the car.
The heart of the boy's corpse was crushed, but it did not dissipate. If it stayed here, it would be watched by other passengers. It was best for him to stay away from these scapegoats.
After receiving Han Fei's signal, Li Guoer immediately distanced herself from the bus, lowered the speed, and asked Xiao Jia to seize the time to place the props used in the ceremony.
Han Fei no longer hesitated. While the boy's body was still venting its anger on the park employees, he pushed open the bus window and jumped out.
"Place items!"
Shouting loudly, Han Fei slashed at the passengers who tried to catch him with a knife and successfully escaped.
Seeing Han Fei leave, the boy's corpse went completely crazy. He got in the car just to kill Han Fei. Unexpectedly, Han Fei was fine now, but his heart was scratched.
The boy's body, which was gradually weakening, screamed with blood and tears. Regardless of the injury on his chest, he smashed the car window and chased Han Fei, screaming, with his face burned and covered with glass debris!
This kid was really mad. As soon as he woke up from the darkness, he met the bastard he wanted to kill no matter what.
That kind of hatred keeps accumulating, and the resentment in his whole body is burning like a raging fire.
"Get out of the car!"
Xiao Jia, who took the time to lay out the ritual items, got out of the car with Li Guoer, while Han Fei stared at the open door of the taxi.
He couldn't get rid of the boy's body. If he wanted to avoid being chased by the other party, he had to find a way to kill him.
To trick the boy into a taxi, someone had to act as a bait. At this moment, Han Fei didn't hesitate at all. He knew that this was what he had to do.
Really close to death, Han Fei found that his inner emotions were different from before. His soul was singing, his instincts were awakened, and his whole body was even trembling with excitement!
"It turns out that fear can be so fascinating to a certain extent. It seems that I have long been accustomed to dancing on the edge of death, leaping into the abyss, and living towards death!"
After getting into the car door, Han Fei had already memorized the placement of all the ritual items. When his hand grabbed the door on the other side, the boy's body rushed into the car.
The black mist of resentment was suffocating. The burned body was right in front of Han Fei's face. Black blood dripping from the boy's eyes and mouth fell on Han Fei's white mask.
Being so close to resentment, being suppressed by something extremely terrifying, fate seemed to have raised its guillotine.
Ordinary people may have given up at this point and have no way to struggle. They cannot face such despair at all, so they might as well close their eyes.
There was blood in his pupils, and Han Fei's eyes hidden under the white mask were so calm at this moment that he hardly looked like a human being.
He touched the mirror with his hand and waved it upward, facing the boy's face. The other hand holding the knife directly reached into the wound on the boy's chest and stabbed the boy's neck with his companion.
The child's cry rang out from the ordinary mirror, and the boy's body was also affected. When it was about to lose control, Han Fei placed the mirror in the last vacant position.
Faces appeared silently on the roof of the car. Then Han Fei tightened his grip on his companions, suppressed his resentment with his body, and pressed the body of the boy who had lost his heart and was severely injured in front of the mirror.
A monster with completely twisted bones, burnt skin and spilled black blood, all of which ordinary people fear, could not stop Han Fei.
At the moment when he was closest to death, Han Fei did something that others could not do. His choice was crazy but rational. His decision was extremely risky, but it seemed to be the only way to survive in a desperate situation.
"Han Fei! Come out!" Li Guoer and Xiao Jia shouted anxiously, but Han Fei turned a deaf ear. Wearing a white smiling mask, he was like a crying god of death, pouring his despair and pain into the sharp knife and stabbing it crazily.
New skin just grown from a corpse!
He doesn't have F's talent and a large number of helpers, nor does he have the weird ability and powerful skills of Laughter.
He has nothing, even his memory has been lost, but he knows that he is the real Han Fei!
Unique, implement everything in your instinct, and try your best to live!
The eight ritual objects were placed in place, and the human faces on the roof of the car stretched out their arms to help Han Fei hold down the body.
The crying in the mirror became more intense. A lonely and pitiful boy appeared in the mirror. His face had not been burned. He was afraid of the things around him. He was afraid of darkness and loneliness. He was locked in the mirror and was crying.
Tears streaming down my face.
Affected by the boy in the mirror, the corpse struggled less violently, and the black blood dripping from it began to pour into the spell on the taxi.
Han Fei relied on his super memory to perfectly reproduce most of the curses. Now that the black blood was pouring in, all the curses seemed to have come to life, like tiny blood vessels taking root in the taxi.
Noises and laughter rang out, the faces on the roof of the car became clearer and clearer, the arms were almost solidified, and the things the boy's body had absorbed from the nine victims were being retrieved by them.
The seriously injured corpse also tried to struggle during this period, but was suppressed by Han Fei. He restrained the corpse, while the resentment and black mist were restrained by the nine dead people. No one on either side gave in.
The boy's cries and screams were mixed together, and cracks began to appear on the originally intact mirror. As the cracks continued to increase, the boy's cries became more desperate.
Until the black blood was about to dry up, the mirror with the boy's birth date suddenly exploded, and a young boy was caught in the hands of the innocent people.
Anger, resentment, hatred, all negative emotions were vented towards the boy, but at this time, Han Fei put "accompanying" between them.
"It was his father who killed you, and he was just a child who was burned to death in a fire. He has his fault and his debtor. Don't let your anger lead you into evil spirits. We should kill the real murderer."
When faced with someone who deserves to be killed, Han Fei will not hesitate for a second, but he will never refuse to save someone who can be redeemed.
A soft-hearted person cannot survive here, but if he does not have his own rules, he will become a butcher who only knows how to kill.
Although Han Fei tried his best to stop him, the innocent people still tore the boy's soul apart, leaving him on the verge of death at all times.
After the boy was severely injured, the last drop of black blood in the body was absorbed by the spell, and the charred body was finally shattered into the black mist together with the mirror, turning into the power of the nine dead people.
With embers all over the ground and blood stains all over his body, Han Fei sat in a car painted with blood curses and took back the sharp knife called companionship.
Li Guoer and Xiao Jia outside the car were stunned. Their original plan was to introduce the body into the car, wait for Han Fei to escape, close the door, and let the ghost in the taxi deal with the boy's body, but now Han Fei
Just do it yourself!
"It's too fierce. Isn't he scared? That's a 'ghost'!"
The two companions had just woken up from the shock. They ran towards Han Fei, checked Han Fei's body, and looked at the taxi that seemed to have changed.
After absorbing the resentment of the boy's corpse, the car became even more terrifying. There could be faint sounds of people talking, crying and asking for help inside. When you get closer, you can feel the sudden drop in temperature, as if you were sitting in this car.
will go to another world.
"Han Fei, are you okay?" Li Guoer slowly walked to Han Fei's side. She witnessed the whole process and clearly saw Han Fei's appearance during the fight. The Han Fei at that moment was completely different from the usual Han Fei.
"I'm fine." Han Fei turned his head, and his gaze made Li Guoer feel uneasy: "After I destroyed the boy's body, that cold voice sounded in my head again."
"what sound?"
"I can't hear you clearly, but now I can at least understand one thing." Han Fei took off his mask and looked at himself on the car window: "No matter how many things I forget, Han Fei will always have only one, and that's me.
