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340 What kind of experience is it to summon the soul in the dead building

Not only was the closet door locked, but there was tape on the cracks. It seemed that people outside the closet thought the closet was a very ominous item.

"The outside of the closet seems to be a very ordinary bedroom. There is no blood, no corpses, and no strange things. It's a bit like... reality."

Lying on the closet door, Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective. At this moment, his heart was pounding.

After standing behind the closet door for a long time, the room outside the closet was still very quiet, and no one came in.

"No matter where it is outside, we've come this far. We must go out and take a look." Han Fei did not leave alone. He returned the same way and picked up all the women and middle-aged men.

When she first heard that Han Fei had found a way out, the woman didn't believe it at all and even suspected that Han Fei was possessed by a ghost. Only when she actually saw the cabinet door inside the monster did she realize that the man in front of her was not lying.

"It turns out that the exit was in the monster's mouth. No wonder I couldn't find the way out." The woman's hand holding the fruit knife turned white as she recalled what she had experienced these days.

"Can we go back as long as we open the cabinet door?" The middle-aged man's tone was obviously excited. He looked at Han Fei with gratitude in his eyes: "My wife and children must be worried! Let's open the cabinet door quickly.

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The man stared at the cabinet door impatiently. This time he was smart and not rash. He used his eyes to ask Han Fei's opinion before taking action.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei couldn't bear to tell him that 90% of all the people pulled into the deep world by butterflies have died in reality.

Even if the outside of the closet is really reality, the middle-aged man should be just a consciousness that can dissipate at any time.

"There should be no reality outside the wardrobe. An ordinary wardrobe is just a passage connecting two places. Among countless wardrobes, there should be only one wardrobe that can lead us out of the nightmare."

Han Fei knew very well that the wardrobe that truly connected dreams and the deep world was most likely in room 4444. After they went out, they only needed to take a look at the house number. If it was not room 4444, it meant that it was just an ordinary wardrobe passage.

Putting the death knife out of the gap in the closet, Han Fei cut through the tape on the cabinet door bit by bit. If this scene was seen by people outside the closet, it would probably be very scary.

The lock on the wardrobe was difficult to remove, so Han Fei simply removed the door.

The white light shone on his face, and the middle-aged man squatted greedily next to the closet. He seemed to feel very happy just by being illuminated by the light.

The woman next to her subconsciously avoided the light. She had lived in a blood-red wardrobe for too long and was no longer used to the light.

"I'm back, this nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was very excited. He lay on the ground wearing the terrifying bloody clothes and stretched out his hand to touch the tiles on the ground: "Escape from the tiger's mouth. I will live a good life and love you well in the future."

wife and children.”

"Don't be too busy planning for the future. The nightmare is not over yet." Putting the removed cabinet door back into place, Han Fei walked to the window and opened the thick curtains.

There was no light in the pitch-black night sky, no stars or moon, just endless darkness.

The black fog blocked his sight, and Han Fei could only vaguely see the outlines of three tall buildings not far away.

"This is still in the Dead Building Community. I have not left the deep world."

For some reason, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief after confirming this fact: "The wardrobe is the passage and entrance. I ran from room 1144 to another room in the dead building community."

The top priority now was to determine his position. Just as Han Fei was about to walk out of the bedroom, the last woman to leave the closet suddenly spoke.

"What do you think this is?"

The woman found a black-and-white photo in the back left corner of the closet. In the photo was a tall, thin middle-aged man.

It is obviously a posthumous photo, but the man in the photo is smiling happily, with happiness on his face. He gestures towards the camera, as if he has prepared a meal, and is standing at the door of his house, waiting for his wife and children to come home.

"The deceased doesn't feel older than me," Feng Ziyu's unlucky neighbor said, and he also showed the photo to Han Fei.

The moment he saw the photo, Han Fei's eyes changed.

"Zhuang Ren?!"

Although he was much younger than in reality, Han Fei still recognized him at a glance.

The posthumous photo freezes Zhuang Ren's happiest moment. At that time, Zhuang Ren's family had not had any accidents and he had an enviable life.

"Zhuang Ren said that his family was imprisoned in the death building. Could it be that this room is the room of Zhuang Ren's family?!" Han Fei took a deep breath to keep himself calm: "Where did you find this photo?

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"Next to the closet." The woman pointed to the corner of the closet, where there was a brazier with a large amount of ashes left by burning paper money.

The scene in front of him was very familiar to Han Fei. When he was working as a manager on the ninth floor of Xingfu Community, he had seen a similar brazier, but the one placed in the basin was his own photo.

"There are other things written on the back of the photo!" the middle-aged man exclaimed. He turned the photo to the back. There was a weird human body pattern drawn on it, and each part was marked with complex ancient characters and blood-stained symbols: "You guys

Can you understand what’s written on this?”

Han Fei shook his head. He suffered the disadvantage of being uneducated. In order to survive better in the future, he was determined to work hard and learn more.

"I can understand a little bit. This seems to be some kind of ritual that can bring back the soul of the deceased on a specific day." The woman held the photo and looked at it for a long time. Her face slowly turned blue and she subconsciously moved away from the bedroom.

The wardrobe in it.

"What's wrong?"

"The photo says that the first step in the ceremony is to dismantle the coffin containing the deceased and make it into furniture that can also be used by living people. It should be kept at home so that the breath of the living and the dead can mix without distinguishing each other.

." The woman's expression became worse and worse: "The wardrobe opposite the bed seems to be made of coffins."

"A soul-calling ceremony? What are the next steps?"

"After the furniture made of coffins has been placed in the house for a long time, you may hear strange voices and footsteps at night. You must be most careful at this time, because it may not be family members who come back, but other things." The woman frowned and looked at the photo.

The text is too obscure, and it contains a lot of weird symbols, which are hard to understand at all, and it is difficult to even guess the meaning.

Someone taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter to perform soul calling, but the reality was that Zhuang Ren was not dead, but his wife and daughter.

There was a trace of doubt in Han Fei's eyes. What would happen if a ghost summoned the souls of living people in the deep world every day? Is Zhuang Ren's constant decline related to this?

He silently memorized the text pattern on the back of the photo, and after exiting the game, he was going to find someone to take a look at it.

If this soul summoning ritual is really effective, he would like to try it the next time he summons souls.

If something special could be summoned, the dead building would definitely become more lively.

The terrifying and sinister spirit summoning has become like opening a blind box here in Han Fei. Anyway, no matter what is "opened" in the dead building, the butterfly will pay for it in the end.

All the shocks were surprises to Han Fei. All he had to do was find a safe corner and exit the game.


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