Han Fei's movements were so skillful that even before the woman and middle-aged man could react, the situation on the field had changed drastically.
I thought I was being forced into a desperate situation by a powerful ghost, but I didn't expect that it would be Han Fei who made the first move and "carried" the other person into the bedroom.
First, he chopped the mask into pieces with a knife, then locked his throat directly, then stuffed the paper man into the opponent's wound, and also covered the opponent's mouth to prevent him from making any sound.
The middle-aged man got goosebumps just looking at it. He was now doubting Han Fei's profession. Maybe Han Fei actually did that kind of business in reality.
The evil spirit controlling his little daughter had never had this kind of experience before. By the time he reacted, he had already entered the bedroom.
Others saw that Han Fei covered the other person's mouth to prevent him from making any noise. In fact, Han Fei directly covered the wound caused by the death knife to prevent him from taking out the bloody paper man!
Following the wounds on the face, the paper man has crawled into the heart of the evil ghost. This is the real murderous heart.
The cracks on the face began to spread all over the body. At first, something black and similar to blood would flow out. Gradually, scraps of paper began to flow out from Li Gui's wounds.
After noticing the abnormality in his body, Li Gui opened his eyes wide, and his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets.
He swore from the bottom of his heart that he had no intention of reminding others, he just wanted to open his mouth and spit out the paper man.
Unfortunately, the more he struggled, the less Han Fei dared to let go, and took the time to add a few more blows.
Ten minutes later, Li Gui stopped struggling. His skin was like a paper figure and would break into pieces at the slightest touch.
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the middle-aged man and woman, a bloody paper figure crawled out from the heart of the ghost. It had eaten and drank enough, and the blood color on its body became more vivid.
"Isn't it? I just want to make it quieter." Han Fei took away the hand covering the other person's mouth. The grimace had turned black, and the frightening soul poison destroyed his face like a poisonous insect.
"Am I using the hand where Da Nie is hiding?"
Han Fei just acted out of instinct, a habit honed by his body through life and death, but he didn't expect that the evil ghost was directly eaten by the bloody paper man.
"Don't stay so far away from me." Han Fei glanced at the woman and the middle-aged man. He wanted to put the ghost down, but as soon as he let go of his hand, the ghost that fell to the ground scattered like confetti.
He accidentally destroyed the other party's body and wiped out all traces of it.
"This evil ghost is not too strong...it can only be regarded as a small grudge." Han Fei tried to explain to his companions.
"We understand. As a security guard, it is not difficult to understand how to destroy corpses and eliminate traces." The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei's blood-stained security uniform and seemed to understand a lot of things. However, although he was scared, he still wanted to leave.
He had to rely on Han Fei, so he chose to follow Han Fei's wishes. He would do whatever Han Fei asked him to do and try not to make Han Fei angry.
"How to deal with this girl?" The woman changed the subject. She stared at the girl on the ground who seemed to be still familiar with her.
"Send her back to her room, just in time to see what the statue is under her bed."
Han Fei dragged Zhuang Ren's second daughter, walked quietly through the living room, and opened the door to the second daughter's bedroom.
This is a very normal bedroom, clean and tidy, everything is neatly placed, and there is nothing related to spiritualism or witchcraft.
"The weirder something is, the more normal it is."
Han Fei put the girl on the bed and immediately lifted the sheets.
Under the bed is a broken statue of a god, which looks somewhat similar to the ghost just now.
"Where is God? It's just a resentment pretending to be God."
Han Fei stretched out his hand to touch the fragment of the statue, but as soon as he put his hand under the bed, a biting chill came from the landlord's ring on his hand.
"Is there anything else under the bed?"
He looked carefully and found that there was a layer of black cloth covering the area near the wall.
Reaching out to take off the black cloth, Han Fei felt an extreme coldness sweep into his body. Han Fei found that the bottom of the wall was hollowed out, and there were densely packed statues of gods inside!
Strange faces looked at Han Fei one after another. The statue was obviously very rough, but Han Fei felt as if he was being stared at by a living person, as if one ghost after another was trapped inside the statue.
If the ghosts in the statues were at least small-scale resentment, then with so many statues put together, Han Fei could hardly imagine how many ghosts there were in the house of Zhuang Ren's second daughter.
"This is not the first time her mother has brought back a statue of a god. This reincarnation and cycle has happened too many times after their death, but they don't even remember it."
Not daring to make any sound, Han Fei possesses the Purana Knife and the bloody paper man, which can deal with small resentments and escape from large ones. But at the same time, facing the countless resentments under the bed, he will definitely die.
"This room is much more dangerous than I thought." Han Fei looked at the statues, and a question arose in his mind: "What is the meaning of the existence of these statues? Why are they placed in the house of Zhuang Ren's family?"
Do you want to be tainted with the atmosphere of Zhuang Ren’s family?”
Before the previous question could be understood, a new question popped up: "Why did Butterfly imprison Zhuang Ren's family? And went to great lengths to allow Zhuang Ren's family to summon spirits in the deep world?"
Butterfly has the ability to drag people into the deep world. If he wants to bring Zhuang Ren into the deep world, he can do it at some cost. Why should Zhuang Ren's family try again and again?
"If it's not that Butterfly's ability is very limited, it's because Zhuang Ren is special and he's different from others."
Han Fei continued to think along this line. Zhuang Ren is a very ordinary horror film director. His only connection with the deep world is that his neighbor is the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, who once told Zhuang Ren when he was young.
After some words, he gave Zhuang Ren the Dead Tower Game.
"The Dead Tower Game?!" A thought suddenly flashed through Han Fei's mind: "The Dead Tower Game was created by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. His brother Fu Sheng owns the black box. Will these two brothers put a certain
Is the secret hidden in the Dead Tower game?"
In the past, Han Fei only regarded Zhuang Ren as an ordinary person who was involved in an accident. Now he has slowly changed his view. There may be something hidden in Zhuang Ren.
"When I quit the game this time, I must ask Zhuang Ren carefully. If he is willing to cooperate, I will find a way to let him play "Perfect Life" and recruit him into the deep world."
Zhuang Ren really wanted to see his family, and Han Fei had a bargaining chip that he couldn't refuse.
With a plan in mind, Han Fei gently put down the black cloth covering the statues. But the moment the black cloth fell, all the rough statues turned around and opened their eyes.
The black cloth had fallen, and Han Fei almost thought it was his imagination.
He stared at the black cloth closely, and after only a few seconds, faces appeared on the black cloth, and the statue seemed to come to life.
"withdraw!"
Making a quick decision, Han Fei dragged the middle-aged man and woman out of the bedroom. They pushed open the security door in the living room and ran towards the other side of the corridor.
While escaping, Han Fei did not forget to look back at the house number.
"Room 4144? Three '4's"?!
Han Fei knew very well what this house number meant. He simply couldn't imagine that there were only two fours in the room number where the jumping ghost was. Although the jumping ghost was split into several parts, it was still close to the existence of hatred.
"Is there hatred living in room 4144? Is it Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter? Or is it a certain 'god' in the statue?"
