Chapter 666 Number 0000 players please pay attention
"If it is completely blocked, wouldn't those 'ghosts' have their last escape route cut off? Their obsession will never be let go, and there will never be any possibility for them to be freed." Han Fei's thinking mode was very strange. The first thing he thought of was
It's not about how you should escape, but from the perspective of a "ghost".
"Even if there is no barrier, do you think those ghosts can be let go? Most people in this world are irrational, and despair is an emotion that will continue to spread. If the deep world and this city are not completely disconnected,
If you keep in touch, tragedies like you who stray into the deep world will continue to happen." The old man painted blood-red eyes on the paper man: "Don't you three feel desperate enough? If it's not fear and fear, why are you?
Do you want to leave in a hurry?"
"Keep injecting despair and negative emotions. Ghosts that no one can imagine will definitely appear in the deep world you mentioned. By then, this city may usher in a real disaster." Han Fei still insisted on his own thoughts: "
You should know one thing better than me. They were once human beings, and maybe your family members were among them."
The old man's hand failed to control its strength and pierced the paper man's eyeball. After a moment of pause, he raised his head and looked at Han Fei: "You are just a special case. For most people, the better option is to completely block it."
"not necessarily."
"The two people next to you are your companions. You can ask them about their choices." The old man changed the way he held the pen and began to look for scraps of paper, trying to repair the paper man's eyes.
"If the price of complete isolation is that I will never see my mother again, then I will not agree." Xiaoyou hugged her mother's mobile phone. Although she was frightened and was on the verge of mental collapse and covered with injuries, she still spoke decisively.
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"I..." Xiao Jia has been living alone. He seemed to have remembered something and did not speak immediately.
Three people entered the ghost world. As a result, the three living people seemed to disagree with the old man's views. This was something the old man did not expect.
"It's normal to not be able to forget the past, but if a person wants to move forward, he should learn to let go..."
"Then have you given up on your own?" Han Fei sat in front of the old man: "Those people named Fu seem to want to kill me, but you are different. If you really gave up, then you should not show up.
it's here."
The old man concentrated on repairing the paper man's eyes and stopped talking to Han Fei.
"You don't want to reveal my past, so can you tell me who you are? They are all named Fu, and only you told me their full names. You are different from them. You should be the only voice in your heart that questions yourself!
"When Han Fei finished saying this, he was very surprised. It was as if he had been holding back those words for a long time and finally found the opportunity to say them after countless reincarnations.
"I'm just a paper maker. It's not as complicated as you think." The old man patched it up for a long time, but he still couldn't fix the eyes of the paper man: "It seems that I really can't force things that don't belong to me."
He threw the paper man on the garbage pile at the door and stood up with his arms on the seat: "You have never experienced real fear and despair, so you have such an idea. It is indeed a mistake to completely block the deep world and reality.
Yes, if possible, I would like to completely destroy the deep world and not give those despairs a chance to take root."
The old man started coughing violently without warning. Han Fei wanted to get closer, but he waved his hand: "Stay in the city and take a look, take a look at the past, take a look at the future, take a look at your own heart, I will
Looking forward to your choice."
"what do you mean?"
"The reason for everything is in this city. Try to survive. I hope you won't let down my last bit of persistence and kindness."
The soul bell at the door jingled, and the old man seemed to have said something offensive. His face became even paler. He waved his hand to interrupt Han Fei who wanted to interrupt, and continued as if in a hurry: "You have to be careful in this city.
There are three kinds of people: one is the person named Fu, the other is the person who laughs wildly, the other is the person who lives in paradise, the other is the person who believes in ghosts and gods and various rituals, and the last kind is the person who loves you."
"People who love me?"
"The people named Fu want to kill you, the laughing people want to occupy you, the people in the paradise will hunt down all the players who break the rules, the guys who believe in ghosts and gods will use you as a sacrifice, and everyone who loves you is deceiving you.
Because there is no one who loves you in this city." The old man's cough became more violent: "There are two exits deep in the paradise, one leads to the way out, and the other leads to it."
"It?" Han Fei felt that the old man was in poor condition. When he said these words, his body became older.
"Don't ask too much, there are some things that cannot be explained." The old man covered the blood at the corner of his mouth and hurried towards the inner room.
Before closing the bedroom door, he turned back and pointed at the garbage pile: "For the first time when we meet, you can choose something in my store. It may be able to change your bad situation."
The old man fled in a hurry, leaving Han Fei and the other three standing in the house.
The constantly ringing soul bell was very scary, and the three living people were all a little panicked.
"I feel like something is coming! Let's hide quickly!" Xiao Jia urged.
"Wait a minute." Han Fei thought about the last words of the old man: "It's really strange. When I met him for the first time, he seemed to have given me something, and it was that thing that completely changed me.
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"Brother! Stop worrying! How about we hide in the pile of paper figures first?" Xiao Jia picked up the huge paper figure with a human head as its spine: "How about we take the biggest paper figure and burn it?
It’s so impressive and unique in appearance, I think Lord Hell will shake his head when he sees it.”
"He means the garbage dump." Han Fei came to the door and picked up the paper man that the old man had repaired for a long time and finally threw away. The paper man was blood red and had only one eye: "I always feel that he kept it for me.
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Countless people named Fu in the city wanted to kill Han Fei, but this papermaker, who lived at the intersection of yin and yang, was different. Han Fei didn't know whether he came to find out because of fate or because of advance arrangements.
Taking out the eye, Han Fei put it on the face of the paper man. The moment the two touched, the discarded paper man seemed to have come to life. Its hands bloomed like flowers, and cracks spread from top to bottom.
, pieces of red paper were scattered, and the assembled body of the paper man slowly changed its shape.
It is no longer a crouched child, but a woman with a severely mutilated body.
The woman's body was covered with scars, thirteen of which were so shocking that she was almost completely dismembered.
Holding the broken bloody paper figure in both hands, Han Fei slowly turned its body and a piece of paper fell, which said it was the first time he met you.
"who is she?"
When this question appeared in Han Fei's mind, the soul bell rang extremely quickly, as if urging death. All the paper figures in the room seemed to be looking at Han Fei, and the writings on them were quickly dissipating.
"you?"
Those handwritings that could not be grasped were constantly floating in Han Fei's mind, and every word corresponded to the face of a paper man.
Han Fei couldn't remember the names of all of them, but he didn't want to be separated from everyone again. He knew that these people were very important to him.
There was severe pain deep in his brain. Han Fei stood there gritting his teeth. The physical pain was incomparable to the pain of losing his memory.
Veins appeared on his face and arms, and his gums were bleeding from bites. The figures of all the paper figures and their corresponding words flashed through his mind, impacting the black curtain that blocked his memory over and over again.
After countless attempts, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes. He stared at the bloody paper figure in his palm and read a name unconsciously on his lips.
"Xu Qin?"
The big lock in the back of his mind became loose, and Han Fei's eyes turned red. This name stimulated him far more than he imagined.
"It turns out there really is such a name. Forgetting her is more painful than forgetting myself."
Sitting on the wooden chair where the old man had sat before, an obvious gap appeared in the dark curtain blocking his memory in Han Fei's mind, and that gap was the name Xu Qin.
While thinking of Xu Qin, Han Fei finally heard the faint cold voice deep in his mind.
"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage four."
"Who's talking? Is there another person in my head? What is stage four?"
Han Fei had no impression of the cold and unfamiliar voice, and he didn't know who he had awakened: "Is it possible that I have to go through different stages before I can reach the end?"
"Han Fei! Wake up!"
Xiaoyou was very anxious. Her mother's cell phone kept vibrating, as if something very scary was about to come, and even ghosts began to feel frightened.