Chapter 729 I, the first generation of conspirators
The situation in the paradise is now extremely complicated. Some people are protecting the unspeakable corpse, some want to destroy the corpse, and some are preparing to reseal the corpse.
The "first-generation ghost" buried deep under the paradise has become the focus, and everyone's fate seems to revolve around it.
Han Fei's will was slowly merging with the corpse. This was an indescribable experience. He clearly remembered that he was Han Fei, but countless unfamiliar names and unfamiliar emotions emerged in his consciousness.
The corpse of the first-generation ghost contains the negative emotions of the human world. The fusion of the will with the corpse of the first-generation ghost is equivalent to actively embracing the pain that has been forgotten by everyone.
This process is extremely strange. If you are not careful, you will be assimilated. Only children who have been immersed in despair since childhood can perfectly blend with despair.
If the first generation of ghosts were compared to a sea of despair, ordinary people would lose themselves the moment they fell into it and be tortured to the point of going crazy.
But people like Han Fei and Xiaoba can sink to the bottom of the sea little by little and try to become the core of the entire ocean of desperate consciousness.
"Is this a process that every black box owner must go through? Is it possible that Xiaoba is the next black box owner created by Butterfly?"
As Han Fei and the corpse merged faster, he began to try to control the indescribable corpse. Twisting his neck slightly, he saw that the corpse and the paradise were growing together, and every entertainment facility that looked like a killing machine was coming from the corpse.
The spreading blood vessels connect to each other.
It is this corpse that drives the paradise to expand and gradually grow into an out-of-control monster.
"The first generation ghost is moving! He is waking up! Speed up! Destroy him at all costs!"
"Rush over! Pull out the knife from his heart!"
"Block the passage!"
The roar sounded like thunder, and Han Fei looked in the direction of the sound. Those guys who wanted to destroy the first generation of ghosts and completely block the deep world were all wearing the uniforms of the park staff, but they all looked like monsters.
They climbed out of the building deep in the paradise. They had lost their human appearance and lived like ghosts. But at this time, they were the first ones to rush forward.
Not afraid of death, no matter what.
Perhaps in their view, people can only be truly saved by completely disconnecting the deep world from reality.
There is no justice and evil, only different positions. Everyone is running wildly on the path they think is right, and they will never stop even if they sacrifice their lives.
"Are they the hidden power of Paradise?"
In tit-for-tat confrontation with the park staff were the laughing crowd. Under the control of the group consciousness of the wild laughter, a certain emotion contained in him took root in the minds of a large number of citizens.
The more chaotic and desperate the world becomes, the more people Laughter affects, and the more powerful he becomes.
Seeing the surging crowd, Han Fei knew that Kuangxiao was definitely not dead. His true consciousness was hidden somewhere, and the park staff should be looking for him too.
Killings were spread across every corner of the paradise. In addition to the laughing crowds and staff, there were also countless ghosts and believers carrying sacrifices. They all wanted to get close to the corpse. In order to move forward, they would even risk their own lives.
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The blood merged, more and more people died, and the corpses under the paradise gradually changed.
People around him may not have noticed it, but Han Fei, as the main consciousness, clearly felt that with the injection of a large amount of life and blood, the heart of the corpse began to beat slowly!
Han Fei tried his best to twist his head and saw the huge corpse from the first perspective.
Dense wounds are spread all over the body, and a large number of blood vessels grow out of each wound. Like the roots of a big tree, they are spread all over the ground of the paradise, absorbing everything that the paradise brings to it.
Originally, people built paradise to allow happiness, happiness and joy to offset despair and slowly wear away the corpse, but now paradise brings greed, killing, anger, jealousy and madness to the corpse.
The worst part of human nature is everywhere in paradise, and the corpses are not weakened, but are constantly becoming more terrible.
Everyone knows that if this continues, the first-generation ghost may wake up and destroy everything. But no one stops, they can't help themselves when they get on the card table. Everyone steps into this meat grinder resolutely for what they think is right.
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Han Fei felt that the speed of the body fusion between himself and the first-generation ghost was accelerating. He tried to raise his head, and the wailing soul hung on his hair that was turned into hatred and resentment, and the whole earth was shaking.
"The first-generation ghosts are absorbing your murderous intent and resentment! If this continues, everyone will die!"
"You are the sinners of the whole city!"
"The world is going to turn into purgatory..."
"There is still a chance! Don't give up!"
Han Fei raised his head and saw a broken butcher knife stuck in the heart of the first-generation ghost. The knife seemed to be made from the bones of the corpse. It pierced the place where all the blood vessels met, which was also the focus of the crowd's fight.
"What will happen if you pull out this butcher knife?"
Continuing to look down, Han Fei found a large stain on the abdomen of the first-generation ghost, which looked like black blood or a piece of human skin that had been forcibly sewn onto its body.
That stain cannot be erased no matter what, it is still secretly absorbing the blood and negative emotions shed by the first-generation ghosts.
After absorbing enough negative emotions, the stain spread out to both sides, much like butterfly wings.
"The dream still lives in the deep world. It is an ineffable existence. As long as its name is mentioned, it can be perceived. The dream in Fu Sheng's memory shrine has probably been replaced by the real dream. That ineffable existence
Will has descended into this shrine."
Looking back on all the clues he had obtained before, Han Fei had already prepared for the worst.
"As soon as I can move my arm, I'll tear off that piece of skin!"
Looking past the stain, Han Fei saw the lower body of the corpse. The legs of the first-generation ghost were wrapped by a monster full of death.
The monster's body is also very large, but his face is almost the same as that of a normal person.
At this time, the monster was also looking at Han Fei, their eyes met, and Han Fei recognized him: "No. 4?"
Clown No. 11 and Orphan No. 4 also entered the shrine. As the park managers chosen by Fu Sheng, they are responsible for maintaining the most basic order.
This shrine is Fu Sheng's most important shrine, and it is also the escape route he has prepared for himself. He does not allow any problems to arise, so he let the two orphans take care of it.
But what Fu Sheng didn't expect was that not long after Han Fei entered the shrine's memory world, No. 4 and No. 11 fell to Han Fei's side.
They were more optimistic about Han Fei than resurrecting Fu Sheng, and tried to find ways to avoid the restrictions of the shrine rules, and had been secretly helping Han Fei.
"I remember that in Building No. 4 of Xingfu Community, Orphan No. 4 once said to me - he is under the paradise." Han Fei didn't know what No. 4 was doing. He seemed to be sharing the pressure for Han Fei and integrating himself.
Part of the first generation of ghosts.
The bloody killing continued, and Han Fei's consciousness seemed to be grasped by countless pairs of bloody hands, filling the festering corpse bit by bit.
With his neck, shoulders, and arms, Han Fei seemed to have truly become a first-generation ghost. He endured a sea of negative emotions and wanted to control this corpse.
Countless blood vessels were torn off both arms, and the night was stirred. Under everyone's horrified gaze, the body that should have been dead for a long time slowly sat up!