381: Chapter 381: The Boy in the Fourth Sublevel 381: Chapter 381: The Boy in the Fourth Sublevel “I suggest you’d better stay in the elevator and don’t move; outside might be a different world from the one inside the elevator.”
The male student Yanzu stood in the corner of the elevator.
His screen na was Yanzu Xinhu Branch, but his real na was Li Yanzu, a very introverted child.
He rarely spoke, and the reason he beca more talkative after running into Han Fei was purely because if he kept silent any longer, his soul would scatter.
The man before him seed like the natural child of disaster.
They had t for less than half an hour, and now the entire Building 4 was trembling, as though it would collapse at any mont.
“We ca to the basent not to take refuge, but to find out the root cause of why the Death Building has beco like this.” All the Soul Chasers had taken the elevator up from the basent, but Han Fei did the opposite; amid the chaos in the building, he took the elevator down to the basent.
“Previously, a group mber had entered the basent; let him persuade you.” Yanzu opened the chat group and had one of them privately ssage Han Fei.
That person’s ID was also very familiar to Han Fei.
“Fish Drinking Water initiated a video call!”
Fish Drinking Water: “I’m hiding in an urn now, and the lighting is pretty dim.
Just make do with listening to .”
Fish Drinking Water: “There has always been a tradition of soul-summoning in the Death Building.
Every few days, soul-summoning occurs, and on every fourth day of the month too.
One day, I was very curious about where exactly those souls were coming from.
On April 4th of last year, I secretly followed a Soul Chaser to the basent and discovered sothing terrifying.”
“The Manager is exploiting the obsessions of the fierce ghosts in the building.
He weaves and knots ropes made of the living’s yearnings and the dead’s obsessions deep within nightmares and then lets the dead summon souls and the living enter dreams, ultimately completing what’s known as soul-summoning.”
“With such soul-summoning, we, the deceased, can indeed see the living’s figures, but by dawn, all living souls will have vanished.
Where do you think those souls have gone?”
Li Yanzu: “To the basent?”
Fish Drinking Water: “Exactly, except for a very small number of strong residents, like the Old Ghost in 4234, all other souls summoned by the owners have been imprisoned by the Manager in the basent.
He’s tampered with these souls, seemingly using them to cultivate sothing.”
“So, are living people who have lost their souls likely to die in the real world?” Han Fei was sowhat confused.
“It would be better if they died, but it’s worse if they lose their souls and don’t die.
Do you think his body still contains the original person?” The words of Fish Drinking Water made Han Fei think of his Soul-returning Talent.
One of the uses of the Soul-returning Talent was to kill the summoned soul and then infuse his own consciousness into the other’s shell.
This ability was so eerie that Han Fei had never used it till now.
Fish Drinking Water: “The Manager’s ability is related to nightmares.
His ability can, through so thod, bring the living’s souls into the Death Building, but there are significant limitations.
Just looking at the arrangents in the Death Building, you can tell.
Moreover, as far as I know, the success rate of soul-summoning is also very low; there are high demands on both the dead’s obsession and the living’s yearnings.”
“Even if it’s low, there must be quite a few wandering souls imprisoned in the Death Building over these past ten years.” Han Fei still rembered his mission: if he encountered a living person who had been summoned by a soul-summoning, he would definitely save them if he could.
“This is the other point I wanted to tell you: if you encounter other wandering souls in the basent, don’t approach them, and definitely don’t talk to them.” Fish Drinking Water’s voice carried a hint of horror: “That ti I entered the basent, the elevator suddenly stopped on the fourth floor.
I waited for a long ti, and then a child’s head suddenly poked into the elevator, saying he couldn’t find his way ho and wanted my help.”
“Did you help him?”
“Because I had run away from ho before, his words touched sothing in my heart, so I took him and wandered the fourth basent level.
Gradually, I noticed sothing was wrong; there was no room he described on the entire fourth basent level, no road ho; the Death Building’s basent was just one big grave!” Fish Drinking Water’s tone beca frantic: “That child wanted to lead into the grave!”
The lights in the elevator flickered on and off.
While Han Fei was on the call, a dirty little hand suddenly reached out beside the silvery gray elevator door, followed by a boy’s head poking into the elevator.
He curiously looked at the people inside the elevator, appearing rather pitiful.
“Is this the child you were talking about?” Han Fei slowly rotated his cell phone screen, but the phone, which had been infused with the grudge energy and obsessions of dozens of ghosts and monsters, was unexpectedly unable to fully capture the boy.
Even the cracks on the phone’s screen began to multiply, as if it was damaged by capturing sothing it shouldn’t have.
“Get away!
Stay away from him!”
The phone screen went black for a mont, and then the call was cut off, with the group chat function also becoming unusable.
“It seems this child has so serious issues.” Han Fei put away his phone and walked toward the child, unafraid, almost as if a biologist had discovered a new species.
In fact, Han Fei was not fearless: he just understood that fear would not solve any problems and it was better to remain rational and calm at all tis.
“Little friend, why are you alone outside so late?
Where are your father and mother?” Han Fei’s hand, held behind his back, was loosely clenched.
Should the boy show any anomalies, he would draw the Rebirth Saber imdiately.
“I live here, but I’ve forgotten which door leads to my ho…” The boy’s voice was tinged with a sob.
His clothes were wrinkled and ill-fitting, as if he had picked up soone else’s clothes and put them on himself.
“Don’t worry, just try to rember,” Han Fei said tenderly, his voice warm.
Then he patted the boy’s shoulder with the arm that concealed his Big Evil, dripping soul poison onto the child’s clothing.
The Big Evil, which had been unresponsive, seed to co alive again.
“I only rember that there is no light outside my house, it’s very dark, but there are dark rooms everywhere here.” The boy began to cry as he spoke.
“How about I take you ho?” Han Fei withdrew his arm, a small fragnt of the blood-colored Paperman slipping through his fingers and silently falling into the boy’s clothing.
“I must return before 4:44 a.m.
My father and mother said that if I didn’t, sothing terrible would happen.” The boy walked towards the elevator, crying, seemingly afraid of the dark.
“It’s okay, I’ll take you ho.” Using the secret of touching the depths of the soul, Han Fei took the child’s hand.
He could sll the stench emanating from the depths of the child’s soul, a feeling like the soul itself was rotting.
Han Fei had used this ability on many people before, but this was the first ti he felt compelled to let go.
“Little friend, what’s your na?”
“I don’t have a na, my father and mother said I don’t need one.”
“Then, what do they usually call you?”
“They never call or talk to , it’s as if the ones taking care of are corpses.
They’ve been dead a long ti,” the boy said, the stench from his soul growing stronger, yet his gaze remained pure.
“That’s quite an enviable family relationship,” Han Fei murmured sarcastically, calling on the Big Evil inside his arm.
He also noticed sothing peculiar: the Big Evil beca excited when near the boy, as if it had encountered a foe sworn to death.
“Big Evil is the Natural Enemy of Butterfly, this is a special ability confird by the system.
Could it be that this little brat is related to Butterfly?”
“He has been guarding this place for a year, which ans he can freely move underground.
This kid has so big problems.”
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