Han Fei wanted to send the survivors on the fifteenth floor to the sixth floor, but he found it very difficult after he actually tried.
Walking down the corridor was a gamble for his life. If he was alone, it would be okay, but if so many people went in together, it would definitely attract taboos.
Taking the elevator needs to be divided into different batches, and taking the elevator repeatedly is also very risky.
The most important thing is that the elevator card is still with the collector. Han Fei ran very fast last night and didn't pay attention to whether the collector was killed by the blood shadow.
Han Fei told the others what he thought. Fortunately, Zangzang saw the Collector last night, and out of good intentions, the kid helped the Collector lure away a crazy monster.
Under the leadership of Zangzang, Han Fei and others came to the central area of the fifteenth floor. The stench here has reached the point where it is unbearable for living people. Once the closed door is opened, mountains of garbage inside will flow out.
come out.
"Other floors really treat your place like a trash can."
"There is no way. Once the floor weakens or a disaster occurs, it will be easily abandoned." Zhang Xiaowei clenched his hand: "Weakness is the original sin."
After breaking open two doors, Han Fei found the collector, but unfortunately the collector had turned into a corpse.
His legs were chopped off, his neck was bitten off by something unknown, and his hands tightly grasped his head.
This bastard who likes to collect other people's skulls ends up worrying about his own head being stolen.
After taking away the collector's elevator card, Han Fei planned to go back to the sixth floor to explore the way to see if Ji Zheng had controlled the disaster ghost. After making sure that the sixth floor was safe, he would come back to pick up people.
The victims abandoned by the gods are the only goodwill left in the skyscraper. They are the most pitiful people in the building. The reason why the god allows them to live in the building is to see the goodwill ravaged by endless torture. He likes to treat those who
Beautiful things are defiled and torn to pieces over and over again, and he will not be satisfied until good intentions also degenerate into evil intentions.
These people are toys of the gods, but they are very good helpers for Han Fei. He has plenty of food and water. As long as he is given enough time, he may be able to shake the residents' belief in the "gods".
Taking the elevator back to the sixth floor, Han Fei found that this floor was different from when he left. Broken red raincoats could be seen everywhere on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood had covered up the smell of blood smoke.
"Are the followers of the gods on this level?"
The last thing Han Fei didn't want to encounter in the skyscraper were the believers, the residents wearing red and black raincoats. Although they looked like humans, they had no humanity and were completely puppets controlled by the gods.
"How many messengers have died?"
Han Fei entered the red alley. In just one night, the sixth floor was already littered with corpses.
At first, Han Fei would count the bodies, but later he simply released the ghost cat and ran after it.
Ten minutes later, Han Fei walked out of the complicated corridor and entered the high-risk area where the disaster ghost once hid.
Contrary to Han Fei's imagination, the most dangerous place on the sixth floor is the place with the fewest corpses of believers.
Taking out the bloody paper man, Han Fei used this cursed object to feel the position of Fat Dog, the boss of the gambling house. He forced the other party to eat the pig heart made by Xu Qin. The curse of the same origin was quickly sensed by the paper man.
After digging out the debris blocking the road, Han Fei stopped in front of a bookshelf. He pushed the broken bookshelf away with all his strength. Behind him was a wall covered with the word "death".
Seeing those words "death", Han Fei felt vaguely familiar. He had seen similar fonts in the middle-aged and elderly killer club in the Black Rain area.
“One club member’s hobby is calligraphy.”
Han Fei tried to figure out the clues hidden in these words of death, but soon he lost patience and directly touched the ghost pattern to call out the evil: "Hit me!"
Da Nie was very excited and approached the wall. The aura of disaster on its body surged wildly. After sensing Da Nie's presence, the word "death" on the wall began to fade and dissipate.
The intact wall shattered in front of Han Fei, and Sister Hong's surprised voice came from behind the wall: "White tea!"
Han Fei was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, but he quickly responded: "What happened on the sixth floor?"
"This started when you disappeared last night." Ji Zheng, covered in bloody scratches, walked up to Han Fei and said, "There is a new taboo in the building. According to this unfortunate old man, that new taboo is also related to you.
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Ji Zheng kicked the unconscious old man next to him, causing most of the plants on the opponent's back to wither.
"The old guy said that you might be the backlash of the taboo that he summoned. We also felt that you couldn't survive in the hands of the taboo, so we thought of taking shelter on the sixth floor first. But the old guy had a wrong idea and found out that there was someone there.
The raincoat worn by the believer was different from the raincoat worn by other believers, so we secretly attacked him, preparing to take away the raincoat and pretend to be a believer to leave the building."
Ji Zheng had a sneer on his face: "He is so naive. The reason why believers can leave is because their souls are the continuation of the false god's body. Others will be discovered as long as they approach the corridor door."
"The night policeman is right, this old guy almost killed us." Fat Dog was also injured: "Originally, those believers were looking for someone in the building, but now he has poked a hornet's nest. All the believers gathered here, and we
In the end, I had no choice but to release the disaster ghost."
"The disaster ghost on the sixth floor is outside?" Han Fei broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. He was very lucky to be able to get here safely.
"We can't kill all the believers, not even the disaster ghosts. When we were worried about having no place to hide, this uncle named Mo saved us." Ji Zheng took a step back and invited a bookish uncle out.
, the other party held a tattered radio in his hand.
"You should be familiar with this radio, right?" Uncle Mo also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Han Fei: "The dancer asked me to come here to find out about you. I didn't expect that I would also be trapped here, but still
Well, he gave me the radio, and everyone can communicate with the outside world through this radio that retains its divinity."
"Did the dancers and gardeners leave the Black Rain area safely?" Han Fei hoped that the two old people could spend the next days safely.
"They are going to the ancestral home. Only the dancers know that place. It seems to be related to the gods." Uncle Mo pointed to the top of his head and did not elaborate.
"Now is not the time for small talk. More believers may come over soon. There are two options before us. Stay and find the disaster ghost. I will try again to see if I can appease it and then let it help.
Stop the believers; the second is to leave this level quickly and never come back." Ji Zheng had many wounds on his body, which looked very scary, but he seemed to have been accustomed to the pain.
"We divided our troops into two groups. The others went to the fifteenth floor first. The tombs on that floor were cleaned up. Ji Zheng and I stayed behind to find the disaster ghost, trying to communicate with it and appease its emotions." Han
After the arrangements were made, everyone was urged to leave immediately.
"Are you sure you want to follow me to find the disaster ghost?" Ji Zheng pointed to his bloody body: "If you are not careful, you will become like me."
"It doesn't matter." Han Fei put the bloody paper man on his heart and asked Xu Qin's little pet to be hidden in his clothes: "The disaster ghost seems invisible to ordinary people. How did you find it?"
"Rely on this." Ji Zheng raised his camera: "My old friend can take pictures of destiny, and I found it by chasing the rope of destiny."
"Can you take a picture of your destiny? Can you take one for me?" Han Fei was a little curious about his destiny.
"I took it when I first met you, and the result..." Ji Zheng took out a photo from his pocket. It was pitch black without any light: "Even the most evil night policeman, his fate will be
There will also be a little glimmer, and you are basically equivalent to an abyss."
"Is this a good thing? Or a bad thing?" Han Fei always felt that he was pretty lucky.
"How do you say it?" Ji Zheng didn't expect Han Fei to ask such a "sharp" question: "That big bug you raised has a much better life than you."
Neither of them spoke anymore, and they started walking around the corridor with their cameras in hand.
Half an hour later, Ji Zheng, who was leading the way, stopped. He looked at the empty corridor, suddenly opened his arms, dropped all guard, and moved forward little by little.
"Don't be afraid, relax, just like when I took you to play." After Ji Zhenggang said this, one of his fingers was directly broken by an invisible force, and the sound of the bones turning was painful.
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Han Fei immediately became nervous, but Ji Zheng seemed to be fine, opened his arms and continued to move forward.
"You brat, it's me! See clearly, who protected you from being bullied in the past? Who rescued you from that cannibal family? Don't be immersed in fear. Think carefully about what I gave you.
What I said!"
The corridor was still dark, and the only response to Ji Zheng was the sound of bones being broken.
"I know you can't bear to kill me, so you don't want me to get close, right?" Ji Zheng's five fingers have been broken off, but there is a smile on his face. This is the first time Han Fei has seen it
He laughs.
"When other people come over, you will cut them into pieces. Only when you treat me, you will become gentle."
"Don't deny it. You controlled yourself carefully and broke off my fingers one by one just to make me quit. But how could I let down your kindness?"
Ji Zheng's voice echoed far in the corridor. Han Fei looked at Ji Zheng's scarred body. He felt that Ji Zheng, the disaster ghost, was probably a gentle person just like himself.
His clothes were torn and blood splattered on Ji Zheng's chest, but he seemed determined to get through this time.
In fact, Ji Zheng knew very well that if he gave up the disaster ghost this time and left him alone on the sixth floor, more believers would come over after a while, and they might hold some special rituals to really hurt the disaster ghost.
ghost.
"Okay, I admit that I was not very friendly to you when I first met you. I always asked you to buy me drinks, cheated you of your money, and stole your food, but I really treat you as my only family member.
, because when I left my child, he was as old as you."
"I am a fallen night policeman. I should have killed you on that mission, but I don't know why, but I just couldn't do it."
"In this chaotic and dirty place, you gave me a reason to live again."
"I don't know what you think of me, but I hope you can understand that I have always regarded you as my own child."
"Overcome the fear in your heart! Don't be scared anymore! I will protect you like last time!"
When Ji Zheng finished speaking these words, his chest and abdomen were already bloody, but he persisted and did not retreat until he reached the end of the corridor.
A faint cry sounded, and a thin little boy appeared in the darkness. He was wearing clothes from an orphanage, and the serial number on his body could not be clearly seen.
"Hold my hand, this time we are moving to a new home." Ji Zheng didn't seem to know what fear was. He decisively stretched out his almost disabled hand, but just as his hand was about to touch
When the boy was little, a huge, crying ghost suddenly emerged from behind the boy.
"Great evil!" Han Fei quickly called him, but what happened next surprised him.
The crying disaster ghost was about to chew off Ji Zheng's head, but Ji Zheng still refused to dodge, and the disaster ghost's attack finally stopped before it touched Ji Zheng.
The boy stopped crying and held Ji Zheng's hand.
"The disaster ghost is the transformation of this child's fear. Whenever he falls into panic, the disaster ghost will appear." Ji Zheng pinched the boy's face with his crooked fingers: "You are so cruel, it hurts me to death."
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He said it hurt, but there was a smile on his face. Ji Zheng only showed another side of himself when he was next to this child.
"You are seriously injured, let me help you take care of it first."
Han Fei took out various things from the inventory, but Ji Zheng waved his hand and casually pointed at the crimes on his body: "As long as these sins are there, I will not die easily, don't worry. The top priority now is to leave.
Here, those fanatical believers may come at any time."
"That's okay." Han Fei waited for the little boy to calm down completely, then reached out and touched him gently.
"Attention player No. 0000! You have discovered a missing child in the Scarlet Orphanage!"
"Fearful Ghost (one of the kidnapped children in the Bloody Orphanage): This child is not just a toy of the gods, he has certain secrets hidden in him."
"Attention! Disaster ghosts and taboos are the most annoying things to the gods! Some of them can even rival hatred!"
