Han Fei has not yet met the conditions to exit the game. No matter what happens in reality, he cannot leave.
Although he felt a little uneasy, he decided to continue exploring. If reality and the deep world could not be taken into consideration, then he would choose to stay in the deep world, because there were too many things that could not be separated from him.
"The items left behind by the dancer are placed in the safe house on the 50th floor. How about we take them out first." Mr. Mo held up the radio that was about to break. "The dancer said that the items in the safe house are
Maybe help us get out of the building."
"Do you know which floor it is on?"
"The radio can still be used once..." Mr. Mo made up his mind: "I have a very bad feeling now. My whole body seems to be soaked in an invisible sea, and there is a force dragging my body, making me keep falling.
Shen. So I want to complete the last thing the dancer gave me while I am still awake."
Mr. Mo was also affected by an indescribable influence. No one saw it at all. They just stepped onto the fifty upper floors where it was located and were crushed on a spiritual level. This is the true indescribable strength.
"That's fine." Due to the unspeakable pressure, everyone prepared to determine the location of the dancer's room first.
Han Fei found an empty room and asked Da Ni to guard the door, while the others guarded the passage.
The radio that was about to be broken was placed in front of Da Ni. Mr. Mo took off his coat and put it under the radio. The black flames burned instantly: "Now, let it inject soul poison and obsession!"
Screams came from the radio, and the edge began to collapse.
The soul poison fell, and the screams on the radio became louder and louder. When the radio casing was completely broken, everyone saw an ear stained by the curse, and half of the face that was disfigured.
It was still bleeding, as if it had been freshly cut.
"Is this what that radio really looks like? A dancer holding his severed ear every day? What is he listening to?"
"That was a gift from his best friend! Ask for the location of the safe house!" Mr. Mo's body was burning along with his clothes, and he seemed to be a book filled with the word "death".
"We have reached the fiftieth floor. Where is the room you lived in?" Han Fei shouted into the ear.
Half of the disfigured human face trembled in the black fire and soul poison, and the dancer's voice came from the torn mouth.
"I live on the 80th floor, and the first safe house is on the 51st floor. It was the taboo on that floor that helped me. Don't disturb anyone and secretly find a tomb house full of tombstones! Remember! Be careful.
Mirror! The mirrors in the building are not clean!”
The dancer wanted to convey more information, but the half of the human face seemed to suddenly see something very terrifying. It melted in the black fire and turned into a pile of corpses.
"The dancer was able to escape from the skyscraper because there was a taboo to help secretly. I'm a little curious about the identity of the other party."
"Don't be curious about others, just take care of ourselves." The frightened boy next to Ji Zheng seemed to be losing control again. Ji Zheng hugged his head, but it had no effect. There was something invisible to the naked eye that was constantly stimulating
Hold the child.
"What do you think the gods are capable of?" Han Fei realized that he was getting lost. This was an irreversible process. He himself knew that this was in the deep world, but everything around him was slowly moving closer to reality.
Maybe at some point, he will be immersed in it and never be able to leave.
When he faced the statue before, Han Fei remembered clearly that just a statue could block all his abilities and trap him in a special field.
"The biggest difference between unspeakable hatred and ordinary hatred is that the area they are in only belongs to them." After Mr. Mo burned his coat, he became much weaker: "If you compare this world to a super-giant first-generation ghost
If so, we are all souls living in this ghost's body, and we need to live according to the rules of the first generation of ghosts. But it cannot be said that they have escaped the restrictions of the rules, and they can be regarded as new ghosts."
Hearing what Mr. Mo said, Han Fei suddenly remembered what he had heard about the division of ghost strength when he was in Xingfu Community.
Regret, resentment, hatred, they are not called ghosts, they are just some kind of emotions that are constantly fermenting.
"You two had better not talk nonsense. Are you seeking death by saying this on unspeakable territory?" Ji Zheng kicked away the ashes on the ground and walked forward with the scared boy in his arms: "Since we know that the safe house is here,
Layer, then stop inking, this kid won’t be able to hold on anymore.”
Even if he became a night policeman, the soft part in Ji Zheng's heart has not changed. He is not the best reporter, but it is undeniable that he was once the most popular reporter.
"If you are looking for tombs, I can help." Li Rou cut her wrist and squeezed the blood flowing from her veins. As a semi-deformed ghost, she could sense the location of the large tombs nearby: "This floor
There are very few tombs and they are concentrated in the north."
Han Fei and the others were walking south at first and didn't encounter anything unusual. But when they started walking toward the north of the floor, all kinds of strange things happened.
The paper figures who were staying at home hid behind the door and peeked at Han Fei through the cracks in the door. They seemed to have come alive the moment Han Fei made his decision, pointing at Han Fei.
Even though he knew those were paper figures, Han Fei still had the illusion that he had returned to reality one day and was regarded as an alien by everyone.
"Verbal violence is terrible. Fortunately, I have long been used to it."
In Han Fei's mind, the fifty-first floor is like a place where children play house. Maybe the gods just built this place as a toy for themselves. When he wants to experience certain emotions, he will come and play house.
Paper figures are considered family and friends.
After passing through two long corridors, Li Rou was about to move forward when a ball suddenly rolled out of the door.
The security door was opened, and a chubby kid with a rosy face ran out. He picked up the ball embarrassedly: "I'm sorry..."
Before he could finish his apology, the little fat boy saw the ferocious evildoer. He was dumbfounded and his trousers were soaked all over.
"Why are there children on the paper man's floor?"
"Don't be careless!" Ji Zheng took out his camera to take pictures. The little fat man's figure was pierced by two destiny ropes of completely different colors, one as dark as ink and the other as red as blood: "This kid seems to be totalitarian!"
At the same time as Ji Zheng's reminder, there was also the scream of the little fat man. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground, shouting "Dad and Mom".
The very impressive security door was completely pushed open, and two monsters made of paper crawled out.
Mom is like a centipede, with a hundred tiny claws, her body is crawling, and her mouth is constantly insulting and cursing someone.
Dad has one leg, but his body is as strong as a monster. Every time he jumps, a lot of black paper falls from his body.
"This child seems to be the childhood playmate of the god. As one of the gods' friends, the god killed his parents and turned him into a person like himself." Ji Zheng seemed to have heard the story of this little fat boy.
: "The paper figures on the 51st floor seem to be rushing here. Don't waste time with them. It's pointless."
Han Fei nodded and signaled everyone to follow Da Ni: "Rush over! Find the tomb house first!"
The wound on Da Ni's head had healed, and everyone ignored the little fat man and rushed north with all their strength.
The neglected little fat man cried louder on the spot. One by one, the paper figures walked out of the room. They looked at the direction Han Fei left, and their faces gradually began to change.
Some facial features gradually became similar to Ji Zheng, and some looked more and more like Mr. Mo, but more paper figures began to have the same face as Han Fei.
Tears dripped down his cheeks, and the little fat boy slowly raised his drooped head. His face was covered with tears, but the corners of his mouth were pulled to both sides, revealing his uneven teeth.
"Mom, Dad, I don't want any birthday gifts. I want you to help me kill him."
The mother made of paper figures scolded the boy, and the one-legged father did not move. The two most monster-like family members hoped that the boy would change his mind, but the boy who looked the most normal had a ferocious expression on his face: "My best friend said,
You will definitely satisfy me!"
He took out a very ordinary-looking playing card from his pocket, with the pattern on it being the King of Clubs.
"Kill him! Just like you ran over that passerby with your car! Kill him!"
The little fat man became more and more excited. He twisted the King of Clubs, covered his brain, and kept ordering his parents.
His brain seems to have been broken long ago, and it seems that this is the only way to become a friend of the gods.
One by one, the little fat man told the unspeakable secrets, and the paper-figure parents lost their minds. They turned around and wanted to chase Han Fei, but at this time, there was a very discordant sound of footsteps on the 51st floor.
Wherever the footsteps passed by, all the paper figures that turned into Han Fei's face were ruthlessly torn into pieces, and a woman who fell into madness chased after them.
The black fire of hatred was spreading, and the little fat man's body was trembling slightly. He truly felt fear.
The expression on his face began to distort. He sat on the ground and shouted the name of his best friend loudly: "Happy! I have done what you said! Help me! Please help me!"
The best friend did not appear, but the parents, who had long since turned into monsters, came back and stood beside the little fat child.