Han Fei took the photos taken by Ji Zheng. The first photo was taken in the elevator room. All the elevators seemed to be out of control. The elevator doors kept opening and closing, swallowing corpses.
The second photo was taken on an unfamiliar floor. The dead people were possessed by resentful spirits, killing believers and aboriginal people crazily.
The third photo was taken secretly. In the photo stands a woman in red who is haunted by countless curses.
"Where was your last photo taken?" Han Fei's eyes stayed on the last photo and could not move away for a long time.
Although the photo was very blurry and the rope of fate could hardly be seen clearly, Han Fei still recognized the other person.
"On the 49th floor, that woman was wrapped in hatred and curse. She seemed to be looking for someone in the building. She went directly from the first floor to the fifty floors above." Ji Zheng seemed to be frightened by the woman. He only dared to stay away from her.
Take secret photos, don't dare to get close.
"The hatred from outside has entered the building, but the gods still haven't responded?" Han Fei thought this was too abnormal. The skyscraper is the home of the garden owner, and now the believers have been slaughtered twice, and it hasn't moved at all: "
It seems that the unspeakable goal is indeed the passage to Paradise."
Han Fei waved to Mr. Mo and asked him to take out the almost broken radio: "I want to contact the dancers outside the building, can you help me?"
"This can only be contacted through a single line." Mr. Mo was also a little helpless: "Besides, this radio may not be used a few times. We'd better cherish every opportunity to use it."
"Now is a very critical moment." Han Fei held down Da Ni's head and placed the radio in front of it: "How did you transmit information to the outside world last time?"
When the dancer contacted Han Fei before, Da Nie passed on the curse he carried - the message that Han Fei was preparing to mate wildly in the building. This may be one of the reasons why the red-clothed hatred entered the building.
Da Ni slightly felt aggrieved and lay on the ground, touching the radio with his head.
"Don't pretend to be pitiful. You and Shen Luo are just happy people." Han Fei subconsciously put Da Ni and Shen Luo in the same category.
At Han Fei's urging, Da Nie injected drops of soul poison into the radio, causing more and more cracks on it.
Mr. Mo next to him looked frightened, but he didn't dare to say anything.
A few minutes later, the rustling sound of electricity sounded on the radio, and the dancer's old and surprised voice came from the radio.
"Why did my radio get wet?"
"Get out of the way! That's poisonous!"
After confirming that communication was possible, Han Fei said without hesitation: "Old man, Mr. Mo and I have met in the building. You must tell the hatred that came to me as soon as possible! The hatred that did not enter the building immediately returned to the paradise passage!
The unspeakable goal is probably the passage! Let them guard the shrine in the paradise!"
"Passage? Paradise? What are you talking about..."
Before the dancer could react, the call had been disconnected. The radio was full of soul poison. It might take a while before it could be used again.
"I hope the old man can pass on what I said." Han Fei also tried his best. He returned the radio to Mr. Mo, and then took out the bloody paper man from his arms.
The paper figurine dyed red by Xu Qin's blood became very excited as soon as it appeared. There was some kind of connection between it and Xu Qin, and both parties could sense each other's existence.
"Lead the way, let's go upstairs!" Han Fei now needs to do two things, find other fragments of Brain No. 2, and meet with the Hatred who entered the skyscraper.
Skyscrapers can be entered or exited, and even hatred would not take the risk to step into them. After all, this is an unspeakable territory, but the hatred wrapped in a curse rushed in without hesitation. This is no longer simple.
Neighborhood.
Letting the evil soul expand freely on the lower fifty floors, Han Fei led the others into the blood-stained elevator.
Under the guidance of the bloody paper man, they arrived at the 40th floor together.
After stepping out of the elevator, familiar and friendly curses lingered around Han Fei. Similar condiments were included in the meals he ate every day.
"Xu Qin used a curse on this floor." Han Fei kicked away the debris in the corridor and checked every room. The resentment and curses in the hearts of all female criminals were stripped away: "There is no one alive. It can be seen that she is very anxious."
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"This is not anxious, this is cruel, okay?" Ji Zhengzhen didn't know where Han Fei met these friends, none of them were normal.
"Let's go, keep going up!"
"Are you sure? The forty to fiftieth floors are the floors where totalitarianism lives. They have enslaved many monsters, and it is said that there are also works of gods among them." Ji Zheng now said Han Fei was very polite: "I don't want to stop it.
You, I just hope you can think it over clearly."
"Didn't we already kill one of the totalitarians?" Han Fei walked towards the elevator: "There is no way back for everyone. Instead of placing our hopes on others, we should take action ourselves and seize the throat of fate."
The smell of blood in the elevator room was extremely strong. More than 20 elevators in the skyscraper never stopped. Living people and dead people kept coming in and out. Most of the passengers who took the elevator did not come out in the end, but even if they knew that the elevator was a cannibal,
Monsters are still rushing into it.
People on the 50th floor want to come down to avoid disaster, and people on the 50th floor want to go up and live a better life. The skyscraper is being torn apart by several forces.
The numbers on the elevator display began to change. When the blood-red number changed to "49", the elevator stopped. The elevator cards Han Fei found did not have the authority to continue upwards.
"What is the difference between the upper fifty floors and the lower fifty floors?" Han Fei walked out of the elevator holding the bloody paper figure, and the biting curse breath gathered towards Han Fei, like a scarlet hug.
"It represents two different eras." Mr. Mo stayed away from Han Fei and walked at the end of the team: "I heard the dancer say that the life of the owner of the garden is divided into two stages, corresponding to the lower fifty floors and the upper five floors.
On the tenth floor, you should be able to tell that the lower fifty floors are dilapidated, dirty and poor, and even survival is a problem. These are actually the childhood living environment of the owner of the garden."
"Then the fifty floors correspond to the memory of the garden owner as an adult?"
"That's not entirely true. To be precise..." Mr. Mo thought for a while before speaking: "It corresponds to the memory of the garden owner after he became a 'ghost'."
"Memories after becoming a ghost?"
"Although the lower fifty floors are poor, dirty, and occupied by disease and death, at least they are still within the scope of human beings; the upper fifty floors look prosperous and beautiful, but in fact those are just appearances. According to the dancers, it is an extremely absurd place.
, a crazy and desperate place where no normal emotions and characters can be seen." Mr. Mo lowered his voice: "This building is actually the life of the owner of the garden."
"Then how can we enter the upper fifty floors?" Han Fei looked at the paper man who was desperately absorbing the curses. He felt that Xu Qin deliberately left a lot of curses. If Han Fei comes here, those curses can help Han Fei.
"There are three ways. Get the permission of the gods, go down the corridor to break through the taboo blockade, and open the god's shrine and compete with the gods for control of the building." Ji Zheng said: "I have been thinking of ways to go to the building above the fifty floor. area, but have never been successful. Now with the help of a monster like you, we should have a 30% chance of escaping from the forbidden pursuit in the corridor."
"The corridor is not the best choice. Take me to find the shrine of the gods." Han Fei released the evil, and the other party became even more excited when he came to the forty-ninth floor, just like a dog that had been hungry for three days after seeing a bone.
"Shrines of gods only exist in legends. Except for the most devout fanatics, no one knows where they are. I even suspect that it is a scam." Ji Zheng wanted to get Han Fei to give up his unrealistic fantasy. , but who knew that before he could finish speaking, Da Ni rushed in a certain direction like crazy.
"Follow it!"
Xu Qin had just finished cleaning the forty-ninth floor. Han Fei and the others were not greatly hindered. However, they also found some pieces of Xu Qin's clothes while moving. The strongest hatred around Han Fei came to this place. Injured while layering.
After collecting the scraps of clothes, Han Fei quickened his pace. Under the leadership of Da Ni, they ran around. After going around several times, they came to a strange place.
A pillar with a diameter of more than three meters was built at the center of the 49th floor. There is no such thing on other floors.
"Load-bearing wall?" Han Fei touched the huge stone pillar and gave Da Nie a look. The other party immediately understood. After taking a few steps back, he hit the pillar with all his strength!
Da Nie's skin was difficult for even the will of the gods to penetrate, but after it hit the pillar, a small line of hatred appeared on its head, and its soul poison and black blood were stained on the stone pillar.
Stimulated by the wound, Da Ni becomes more excited. The more a monster like it feels pain, the more excited it becomes.
Completely ignoring Han Fei, Da Nie was attracted to the things inside the pillar, like a moth to the fire, using the most primitive way, hitting the stone pillar again and again.
"It, has it always been like this?" Ji Zheng covered the fearful boy's eyes: "Do you want to stop it?"
"Although I am its owner, I really can't stop it." Han Fei's blood volume has not recovered and he does not dare to go over casually.
There are more and more black blood and soul poison on the pillars. As they continue to spread, the lines on the pillars gradually become clear. They are the faces of innocent people wailing in pain.
Their bodies seemed to be sealed in the pillars, with only their twisted and painful faces exposed.
"Let's attack it together!" Han Fei took out the butcher's knife and walked toward the other side of the pillar with evil energy surging.
"Are you sure? This thing seems to be something placed by the gods to connect the past and the next..." Before Mr. Mo could finish speaking, Han Fei had already slashed on the pillar with his sword. The bright sword light avoided those faces, and cracks appeared on the pillars. The edges of the face appear.
Ji Zheng took a deep breath. He looked at Han Fei and Da Ni, who had no respect for the gods. For a moment, he didn't know whether the owner was like a pet, or whether the pet was imitating the owner.
In fact, there was no need for Ji Zheng and the others to take action at all. The death intention of Death Sword and Da Nie had seriously damaged the surface of the column. These two completely opposite forces tore apart the "shell" of the building's column.
The stone clothing was shattered, and the true appearance of the pillar was revealed to everyone.
The bodies of the victims were twisted and intertwined. This was not a stone pillar at all, but a human pillar supporting the building.
"It is difficult for the Purana Knife to cause harm to these innocent victims." Han Fei stopped, and the big evil next to him also turned around anxiously. Its soul poison was offset by some kind of power on the "human pillar", preventing it from getting in. "
"Human Pillar".
"Da Nie is only interested in shrines. What it is looking for is inside the pillars. The way to the fifty floors should also be hidden in the pillars." Han Fei knows Da Nie very well and knows that Da Nie has no tribute to the gods.
No resistance.
"This pillar was erected by the gods. As the foundation of the building, those innocent people were the targets of living sacrifices." Mr. Mo said with compassion and pain in his eyes: "Driving raw stakes, erecting human pillars, filling bean holes, and throwing them into the furnace
God, the gods sacrificed too many people to build this building."
"Is there any way to save these people?" Han Fei stood next to the "human pillar", holding the butcher knife of death tightly.
"Yes." Mr. Mo looked at Han Fei with complicated eyes: "Kill that evil god."