300: Chapter 300 If You Cry, You’ll Die 300: Chapter 300 If You Cry, You’ll Die Not all butterflies in the world are beautiful; so are hideous and nacing, filled with toxins, like pets bred by the God of Death.
Ignoring the task at hand, Han Fei controlled his ga character to walk towards the corpse in the corner of the room.
As he approached, the butterfly resting on the corpse suddenly fluttered its wings and began to fly around Han Fei.
Touching the corpse, Han Fei discovered several yellowed notes around it, each with blood-red text.
“If you’re scared, you will die!”
“If you look back, you will die!”
“If you see yourself in the mirror, you will die!”
“If you eat sothing in the room, you will die!”
“If you speak, you will die!”
One note after another seed chilling.
Han Fei didn’t know which one the corpse had drawn, but its death was certainly related to one of them.
“In the Death Building, you die if you do what the notes forbid?
Is this so kind of curse?” Zhuang Ren was older, not quite able to grasp the rules.
This ga was already unlike any other on the market, with no experience to draw from.
“It seems so.”
Han Fei’s gaze remained on the butterfly.
After circling the ga character a few tis, it flew towards the interior of the house.
“Should we follow it?
That butterfly looks like it could be the Ga Guide.”
“It is not the Ga Guide; following it would lead to a terrible death.” Before Han Fei finished speaking, the room where the ga character was changed.
After the butterfly flew away, the door automatically closed, and behind the door, a line of blood writing appeared—your chosen thod of death is to die if you move!
Han Fei hadn’t made a choice; he had simply touched the corpse and seen the text on those notes on the ground.
No matter how well he played, facing such an inevitable curse left no way to continue.
After hesitating for a long ti, Han Fei tried to control the ga character to move.
At the instant of movent, the character turned into a pool of bloodstains, dying a miserable death.
The ga screen reset to its initial state, and the words Death Building on the television screen cast a faint cold light.
“To clear the Death Building, you first need to choose a thod of death that’s not easy to achieve.” Han Fei stared at the screen, appearing to be playing the ga, but in reality, his thoughts were all about matters related to the Deep World.
Glancing at the ti, Han Fei felt he still had a chance to enter the “Death Building” again.
Getting up to stretch a bit, Han Fei picked up the ga controller again, “Director Zhuang, can you order so takeout?
Let’s just eat sothing and then continue trying to clear the ga.”
Han Fei acted as if he were back in his own ho, with no politeness in his tone, yet Zhuang Ren was very accommodating, imdiately pulling out his phone to start ordering food.
For Zhuang Ren, Han Fei was like his Savior, whose every request he would try to satisfy to the fullest.
Having to start over with each death, the tedious task process took several hours.
By the ti Han Fei re-entered the ninth map, it was already eight in the evening.
He wanted to figure out how to choose the thod of death.
Moving cautiously through the corridor, the character navigated the ground floor, which housed twelve rooms, with Han Fei entering the first one on the left previously.
“Would different rooms hide different thods of death?”
This ti Han Fei was more careful, but perhaps because he took too long, footsteps were heard from deep within the corridor, and sothing was closing in.
Several seconds later, the delivery man who had appeared on the second map re-erged, his head bashed in, with horrifying growths at the tips of his five fingers, carrying a huge delivery box on his back and crawling towards Han Fei.
“Quick, find a room to hide in!” Zhuang Ren shouted in alarm.
In a normal horror ga, when a monster appears, hiding in a place would usually cause the monster to leave after a while.
Shaking his head, Han Fei controlled his ga character to run towards the stairs.
After he got out of the delivery man’s sight, he switched to another direction.
Lacking any combat ability, he resorted to playing hide-and-seek with the delivery man using the terrain, and astonishingly, Han Fei managed to evade the delivery man’s pursuit ti and ti again.
“There are not many things I’m good at, but hide-and-seek is one of them.”
Using the staircases on both sides of the building, Han Fei successfully shook off the delivery man, but before he could catch his breath, his ga character suddenly turned into blood and died on the spot.
“Dead again?
Wasn’t killed by a ghost, didn’t trigger a curse, why did he suddenly die?” Zhuang Ren was puzzled, as this ga could not be understood with normal thinking.
“It must be because I didn’t choose a way to die for a long ti, so the Death Building arranged one for ,” Han Fei narrowed his eyes, rembering sothing.
Because he had interfered with Butterfly’s plans multiple tis, Han Fei was cursed by Death Building, destined to die in so way within a month.
This Death Curse was similar to the curses in the Death Building Ga—if he entered the Death Building and chose another way to die, which curse would take effect in the end?
Looking at it from another angle, the people of Death Building had already cursed him to die in a certain way within a month, so could it indirectly an that he had already accepted one of Death Building’s curses?
Did he not need to accept another curse of death thod to survive in the Death Building?
Death Building was not an ordinary ga, and Han Fei’s way of thinking was also not that of an ordinary person’s.
After the second failure, Han Fei glanced at the ti and thought it was still early, so he began his third attempt.
The previous eight maps had beco more and more familiar to him, taking less and less ti, and soon Han Fei entered the Death Building for the third ti.
“Could you slow down with the controls…” Director Zhuang intended to mimic Han Fei, rembering his moves, but quickly gave up.
Many of Han Fei’s judgents were not things that one could accomplish simply by knowing how to do them.
Even if he rembered them in his mind, his hands simply couldn’t carry them out.
Seeing this, Director Zhuang valued Han Fei even more; he thought that relying on his own abilities to get through the Death Building Ga would probably be difficult in this lifeti.
If he wanted to see his family as soon as possible, he had to rely on Han Fei.
In everyone’s eyes, Zhuang Ren, who had already gone mad, was like a dedicated nanny in front of Han Fei, doing all sorts of “logistical” work diligently without Han Fei having to ask.
The first two deaths gave Han Fei so crucial information and in this third attempt, he planned to trigger another curse.
Avoiding the first and fourth rooms, Han Fei carefully observed the doors, trying to discern so clues.
Unfortunately, nothing could be gleaned just from the doors; one had to enter the rooms to know what was inside.
Timing it in his mind until the delivery man was about to appear, Han Fei then entered the third room on the first floor.
“There are no butterflies and corpses in this room.”
The dilapidated room was filled with red scratch marks everywhere, arranged like a bridal room, except all the red was stained with blood.
The red double happiness characters on the walls didn’t evoke joy but were exceptionally chilling instead.
“A bridal room?”
Han Fei’s pupils slowly contracted as he walked through the living room and pushed open the bedroom door.
Above the wedding bed with its red sheets hung a large black and white portrait.
The groom preserved his final appearance, and the bride wore a traditional Chinese wedding dress, her head covered by a red veil.
On the wall next to the portrait, soone had used their bloodied fingernails to carve out a sentence—Cry and you will die!
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