Is the deep world a ghost? Is it the first-generation ghost mentioned by Kuangxiao? Han Fei cannot verify these things for the time being. He feels like he is standing blindfolded in a huge maze, relying on various subtle sounds to determine the direction.
Explore forward.
"After death, the body rots and the soul dissipates. If the whole city is treated as a person. The city during the day is the rotting body, and the deep world filled with despair at night is the soul that is slowly dissipating."
While Han Fei was thinking, the mouth of the big-headed baby in the rag doll opened and closed rapidly, black blood mixed with curses poured out of his throat, and the blood vessels all over his body were shrinking.
"Help, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die in this baby's belly." The big-headed baby used his last strength to beg for help, but his father couldn't bear it. Even if he turned into a monster, he still walked forward slowly.
"Don't go there." Han Fei held the sharp knife in front of the man.
"But he is my son."
"That one is still your daughter." Han Fei's voice was still cold: "Now it's time to make a choice. If you can only keep one child, do you choose a ghost with the body of a son, or do you choose to be trapped in a ghost's belly?
son?"
"I..." The middle-aged man clenched his hands and knelt down towards his son's body: "I'm sorry, I have already lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose my son again. If you can, go and save the man trapped in the ghost."
The son in my belly."
The younger sister was abandoned by her father again. From her birth to her death, until now, her fate seems to be completely composed of abandonment.
Just when the father was making a choice, the long-haired son laughed, and a beautiful smile appeared on his delicate face. Gradually, the smile began to twist, and his eyes bulged outward, as if
Want blood!
"Hahahaha!"
A shrill, shrill laugh came from the boy's mouth, and it was obvious that it was a girl's voice.
"You are really miserable. Even if you get a human body, you are still abandoned by the people closest to you." What Han Fei said was also very heartbreaking for the ghost: "The emotions and bonds between people are very difficult.
Instead, there is only hatred in your eyes, and you should still be unable to understand this."
Han Fei walked forward holding the red rope: "If there is another life, I hope you can live a happy life."
The boy standing in the corner had an extremely terrifying expression, and the hatred of being abandoned again and again gathered in his eyes. His body bones made a crisp sound, and his originally normal body began to become deformed, just like her "life".
"The reason why evil spirits can escape the control of the paradise is probably because you can hide in the body of a living person. During the day, you get into your brother's body and play the role of your brother. At night, your brother's body is asleep, and you get into the body of a rag doll and go out.
Hunt all game participants to gain more despair and hatred."
"It seems that there are ghosts hidden in a small number of people in this city. Their extremely abnormal and mutated psychology may be the ghosts growing in their minds."
Most of these evil spirits that are not controlled by the paradise are aggregations of certain emotions. Strictly speaking, Xu Qin can also be classified into this category.
In fact, Han Fei also thought of another thing in his heart. The handle of the black knife in F's hand seemed to be made up of countless wills. However, the handle was different from that of all evil ghosts, and the condensed consciousness was also different from that of the whole piece.
The deep world is out of place.
Walking forward slowly, the boy's body has undergone great changes, but as long as his sister does not return to the rag doll body, her threat to Han Fei is very limited.
As the shackles of memory are slowly broken, Han Fei's terrifying fighting instinct, amazing physical fitness and extremely firm will are slowly being unified, and he has become more powerful and confident.
"Hee hee hee……"
The boy half lowered his head, staring at Han Fei through the gap in his hair with his protruding eyes, the hatred in his eyes almost turning into reality.
"Hate should be a scarier emotion than resentment. Perhaps if you collect enough hatred, you can create a ghost that is more powerful than resentment."
Now Han Fei had no respect for hatred at all. When he got within three steps of the boy, the boy was like a wild dog in the alley, getting down on all fours and pouncing on Han Fei!
Reaching out to grab the boy's neck, Han Fei pushed him to the ground and tied him up with a bed sheet and a red rope in his backpack.
"I don't know if this ritual is useful. I'll try my best to help you and see if I can save your daughter and son." Han Fei pressed his knee on the boy's back and took out the requirements for the resurrection ritual from his backpack.
various props.
The middle-aged man who was still kneeling on the ground suddenly heard Han Fei say this and was a little uncomfortable. He really thought Han Fei was a psychopathic serial murderer, but now this murderer was very rational and wanted to save him.
Son and daughter?
"I...thank you?" He knelt on the ground, not knowing what to say.
He had also hired immortals and alchemists for his children before, spending a lot of money, but to no avail.
Now it's better. Two strange people rushed into the house early in the morning to exorcise ghosts for themselves. Although the process was a bit scary, the result seemed to be pretty good.
"Are you two really wanted criminals?" The man had a doubt in his heart.
"Come here and help! Burn all the deceased's clothes on the bed and write your son's birthday and horoscope on the mirror!" This was not the first time Han Fei had held a resurrection ceremony, and his movements were quite skillful.
After placing the items required for the ceremony in their respective locations, Han Fei took off the boy's coat and drew the runes previously painted on the body on the boy's body.
The middle-aged man also entered the house with a metal basin. He threw all the clothes of the deceased under the bed into the basin.
Those clothes look very ordinary, but they are difficult to ignite.
It took a few minutes for the flames to ignite in the metal basin. The pungent smell of corpses spread, and black viscous liquid flowed from the clothes of the deceased. Several people present also heard the wails of the deceased.
As more and more clothes were burned, the boy's struggling movements became smaller and smaller, but the hatred in his eyes did not fade away.
"Open the curtains and let the sun shine in!"
The early sun rose, and the sunlight, which symbolized hope and vitality, shone into the house. The big-headed baby and the boy in the rag doll screamed at the same time.
Han Fei cleared an area and connected the rag doll and the boy with a red rope.
The ceremony of the mysterious man with a black head ended here. Han Fei didn't know what to do next, so he could only stand aside and wait.
Both the doll and the boy were struggling painfully, and the father next to him was also very heartbroken. He could only resist looking and poured more oil into the brazier.
As the last piece of clothing of the deceased was burned, the sister hidden in the boy's body stopped struggling, and the hatred in her eyes also melted away in the light of the fire.
The boy's expression slowly returned to normal. He raised his head slightly, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth, and told him what he had never had.
The flames slowly extinguished. Just when Han Fei thought the ceremony had failed, countless curse words appeared on the red rope. A bloody paper man crawled out of Han Fei's clothes. She slowly opened her eyes.
The curse stretched like a chain into the bodies of the boy and the doll. They both let out shrill screams. The boy struggled desperately and resisted with all his strength. The big-headed doll in the belly of the doll had all its blood vessels broken, as if there was a force to Pull him right out of the rag doll's belly!
This overbearing technique frightened the middle-aged man half to death. He looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei was wearing a mask and was indifferent.
Licking his lips, Han Fei didn't know what Xu Qin wanted to do, but he believed in Xu Qin. No matter what the other party did, he would not interfere, but would only assist.
As the last blood vessel broke, the big-headed baby was dug out by the curse and landed on the boy's navel, with its head resting on the boy's heart.
The big-headed baby, who was enduring pain, seemed to be driven by some kind of force, digging his hands into the boy's belly as if he was preparing to drill in from there.
The boy was in even more pain. Countless curses appeared all over his body, and finally gathered at his heart.
The bloody paper man's fingers slowly closed, and when the heart-rending screams sounded, the chains formed by the curse dug out the incomplete soul of a little girl from the boy's heart.
In fact, it didn't look like a human soul at all. Half of the child's body was pieced together with discarded rag dolls. There was only hatred in her eyes, and no other emotions that any person should have.
After the curse dug out the girl's soul, it directly crushed the big-headed baby, and the soul of a thin baby boy flowed into the boy's body along with the blood.
The body bound by the red rope and sheets stopped moving, and the runes painted all over his body began to disappear. The boy died under the light of fire and sunlight, and was reborn under the curse.
He opened his mouth suddenly and spat out a large puddle of black goo, as if a person trapped in the depths of a swamp had finally been pulled out.
The red rope between the boy and the big-headed baby broke, and the cursed chain trapped the soul mixed with the shabby rag doll, pulling it towards the paper man little by little.
The hungry paper figure seemed to have not eaten for a long time, and she became very interested in the girl's soul, which had gathered a lot of negative emotions.
The girl who was pieced together with the doll screamed, and besides hatred, her face showed a second emotion, fear.
The cursed chains rattled, and Han Fei stood behind the bloody paper figure, blocking her from the sun.
With nowhere to hide, the rag doll's soul was pulled to the paper man, drowned by thousands of curses.
The rag doll girl has gathered all the hatred caused by being abandoned, and the curses of those people have been echoing in her ears. Now everything is swallowed up by the bloody paper man.
"Hee hee hee, dad, hee hee..."
At the last moment, the deformed soul glanced at her father who had abandoned her again, and the hatred in her eyes dissipated along with her soul.
The cursed chains returned to the paper man's body, and the paper man's clothes lost their paper texture, as if they were really wearing clothes.
The mutilated body was covered, the paper figure's eyes opened, and a weak black fire swayed in the curse. She still needs more food, more hate and more curses!
The scattered curse fell on the new clothes. The bloody paper man blew away the ashes on the ground, held the red rope, and leaned against Han Fei.
"I have never seen such a gentle person."
Han Fei picked up the paper man. His white smiling face mask and the bloody paper man's new clothes reflected each other. It was weird, crazy, dangerous and romantic... "Are you feeling better?" The middle-aged man picked up the man who was still vomiting on the ground.
Son, the whole room reeks of stench.
"He should have no big problem." Han Fei put away all the items for the ceremony: "The smell is too strong, and the neighbors will smell it soon."
"Let me send you away." The middle-aged man got up from the ground: "I really misunderstood you before. I can prove to the police that you are good people..." "No, your wife hiding in the master bedroom should
The police have been called, and besides, you have no ability to prove whether I am a good person." Han Fei glanced at the other party coldly, then waved to Li Guoer: "Let's go."
"Why don't you kill them to silence them?" Li Guoer put the blade on the middle-aged man's neck.
"This is a residential area, and screaming will attract the attention of more neighbors." Han Fei strode outside without stopping.
From breaking into the high-end community to leaving, Han Fei didn't take long in total. He seemed reckless, but in fact he calculated every step accurately.
The two left from another road, climbed over the fence, and got into a taxi.
"Where to go now?"
"Ask Li Guo'er. She has rich experience in escaping. I'm still in a state of amnesia." Han Fei looked at the red string on his fingertips. After eating the evil ghost that bred hatred, the originally dim red string glowed again.
Bleeding red.
When they heard Han Fei say that he had lost his memory, the people in the car didn't know how to respond. Their imaginations couldn't guess how cruel Han Fei was in the past.
The siren sounded, and they almost left in a hurry, with the time stuck just right.
"Han Fei, how did you know that his wife called the police in the bedroom?" Li Guoer was a little scared. She couldn't see through Han Fei: "You knew that the other party called the police, but you still went to the ceremony so calmly? What if we went in and killed him directly?
Will they be faster and safer?"
"I'm just making decisions based on my own instinct. In fact, I also really want to know what kind of person I am."
Not long after escaping from the community, Han Fei put Xiao You out of the car and asked her to observe police movements in the city and visit her family.
It was already dawn, but there were still relatively few vehicles on the road at this time, so the two men who were wanted by the whole city headed towards a more remote place.
At about nine o'clock in the morning, Han Fei received a call from Xiao You to Xiao Jia... The city was in chaos, and the citizens were panicked. They all had great fear and hatred for the eleven wanted criminals. All TV stations and advertisements
Everyone can see wanted posters about them, and the white masks have become a very bad symbol.
"We obviously want to save more people, but we are treated as wanted criminals, hated and despised by everyone. We can only hide in the darkness where they can't see. This feels really frustrating." Xiao Jia took off the mask.
He took off his wig and wiped the sweat from his head: "It's okay to be chased by ghosts in the night, but we have to be chased by the police at dawn. It simply doesn't give us a way to survive."
"How to survive?" Han Fei looked back at Xiao Jia: "Night and day seem to represent two different choices. I seem to have remembered something."
This chapter has been completed!