461: Chapter 461: The Debt of Yin 461: Chapter 461: The Debt of Yin The mall Boss suddenly made a call, which Han Fei never expected.
Looking at the phone number on the screen, he felt like an underling from a gang who had decided to turn to the light, only to receive a final warning from the boss upon contacting the police.
At this mont, the family in room nineteen was also on the verge of madness.
If the Boss said anything wrong on the phone, Han Fei might be torn to shreds by these people directly.
“To answer or not to answer?”
While Han Fei hesitated, a pale and tender face had already seen the phone number on Han Fei’s screen.
This call held a special significance for the deceased in the room.
rely seeing the number caused all “shadows” to start mutating crazily!
Black veins, like plant rhizos, crawled out of their bodies with a strong stench, spreading across the room.
From the seven portraits on the wooden table ca crying, and all the people in the photographs shed bloody tears, staring at Han Fei with eyes swollen with Hatred.
The once-quiet room beca “lively,” as the rotten and stinky dishes on the dining table were sared with bright blood.
Children dragging their veins on their legs were running around the room, and the big TV screen also displayed an image, starting to play a festive greeting video.
In a lively and bustling background, people all bleeding sat by the table, a farewell and their last reunion.
Landlord’s ring made a crisp sound, and the cracks on it appeared to be widening.
“The hatred of this family is too intense,” Han Fei knew he couldn’t go on like this.
In front of all “people,” he pressed the answer button.
“Hello, is there a problem?” Han Fei’s voice was tinged with a hint of fatigue.
“There’s a problem in the store, co here right now,” ca the voice of a man surnad Gu from the phone.
It was the first ti he spoke with such sternness; usually, the old man would wear a mask of hypocrisy, deliberately trying to appear approachable.
“Boss Gu?” Han Fei stood in the mutating room, his feet surrounded by surging veins and his head under a host of ferocious faces, but he showed not a hint of panic.
“I’m delivering food right now; I might not be able to get back imdiately.”
“Pei Yang is missing, and the store is a ss with goods thrown everywhere.
Did sothing happen last night?” The voice of the man surnad Gu was dark and frightening.
If it were just about Pei Yang’s disappearance, the store’s Boss wouldn’t be so angry.
Sothing very important must have been lost in the store.
“Pei Yang ca to switch shifts with early in the morning before dawn when there was a special custor in the store.
The man was dressed in black, his body tattooed with human heads, and he didn’t speak a word after entering, just kept standing beside the Shrine at the back of the store.”
“Did he lift the black cloth covering the Shrine?!” The voice of the Boss from the phone suddenly grew louder.
“No, but he wanted to buy the Shrine.
He said he had already discussed it with Pei Yang,” Han Fei’s words were true, bearing no intent of sowing discord.
“What’s wrong?
Is there a problem with that Shrine?”
“The Shrine is still in place, but soone stole what was inside, and last night’s surveillance was tampered with in advance.” The Boss’s voice beca softer and softer.
“Did you…
go to the basent storeroom last night?”
“I went twice, mainly to restock the shelves.” The first ti Han Fei went in was indeed to restock: Pei Yang was too scared to enter the basent, so when Han Fei took over his shift, many places on the shelves were empty.
“In the basent storeroom, did you see a basket filled with zongzi leaves?
It contained a letter sent to by my benefactor,” the man surnad Gu was trying to suppress his own emotions while asking Han Fei in as calm a manner as possible.
“A letter?” Han Fei did not answer whether he had seen it or not; he looked at the envelope held in the hand of Fierce Ghost, his voice full of perplexity, as if hearing about this thing in the basent storeroom for the first ti.
“Forget it.” The mall Boss seed afraid of exposing more, and stopped probing further: “Co to the mall as soon as you can, we’re short on staff here.”
The Boss’s voice ca out of the phone, and the mont Han Fei heard his voice, all the Fierce Ghosts in the room lost their human shapes completely.
The veins that surged out of this family’s bodies linked them together, forming a prison of flesh and blood, trapping Han Fei within.
The cage began to shrink, and the indescribable Hatred reached a critical point; all grudges were about to erupt.
“There’s a lot of static on your end.
Why does it sound so noisy?” impatience seeped through the Boss’s speech.
He’d had more than enough troubleso encounters for the day and was on edge.
“Maybe it’s because my phone’s quality is too poor.” Han Fei lifted his phone above his head, letting those faces get close to his phone.
At this mont, he was hoping that the Fierce Ghosts would go through the phone line and take out the Boss.
“Work well on your end, and after getting paid, buy yourself a new phone,” said the mall Boss, who now had no ti to chat idly with Han Fei.
After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Once the call had ended, Han Fei placed his phone on the ground.
“You heard it just now.
I risked my life to get that letter for you.
I truly want to help you.”
Most crises can be transford into opportunities, as long as one doesn’t mind dying too horribly.
Before coming here, Han Fei hadn’t anticipated the family’s Hatred to be this terrifying.
Although he was a seasoned gar who had been through thick and thin, always vigilant of his emotional values and the Landlord’s ring for warnings, ready to retreat at the slightest sign of trouble, he didn’t expect that the calm would suddenly turn into a storm of “Hatred,” leaving him no chance to run.
But Han Fei hadn’t given up hope.
Wang Ping’an had also delivered food here last night, and this delivery man with intellectual disabilities was like a blank slate in this distorted world.
Not only did the Fierce Ghosts in room nineteen not trouble him, but they had also safely escorted him out of the neighborhood.
This also showed that the Fierce Ghosts in room nineteen still retained a shred of sanity.
Han Fei had been extrely cautious.
He had considered every possible situation and combined his extensive experience of cohabiting with abnormal “neighbors” to make the decision to visit in person.
Even so, he was still in a precarious position.
The zongzi leaves, which looked like Human Skin, and the letter were too intense a stimulus for the Fierce Ghosts.
Soon after, they heard the voice of the mall Boss, which was like throwing a handful of fire into a pile of papers and then trying to put out the fire by throwing a pot of oil on it.
“The mall boss said you were his benefactors, but now he’s living in a mansion, with a houseful of descendants and countless properties, while your family has fallen to such a state.
Are you really content with this?”
“I also heard that old beast say he’s planning to demolish Shahe Origin, this unoccupied building.
When that happens, you won’t even have a ho to reunite in after death!”
“Once this only root is severed, how can your family gather together?”
“Not being able to reunite in life is a regret, but being eternally unable to see your loved ones after death is simply torture.
You’ve already posed a threat to him by gathering together, and he won’t let you off the hook.”
Han Fei passionately and earnestly analyzed the situation for the family mbers.
“The mall boss’s days are numbered; he needs sothing for life extension.
Now is his most frantic, as well as his most vulnerable ti.
If we don’t seize this opportunity, tragedy may befall us once again.” Han Fei’s master-level acting skills were fully on display as he stood in the blood-red cage and roared with defiance, “Despair is an abyss with no bottom in sight.
You think you’ve already endured all the pain, but fate will tell you that if you don’t struggle, even more painful and desperate things will happen!”
Waving his hand, Han Fei took out a hair-covered chain from the Item Bar.
He gripped the chain tightly with both hands, his eyes a searing red as he stared unblinkingly at each of the morial photos, “I too have beco a target for the mall boss.
The next person to die in that shop will be , but I have no other choice.
My mother is still in the hospital waiting for to gather the life-saving money.
I can’t just die like this; I won’t submit to that philanthropist who wears human skin and drinks human blood!
You have family mbers to protect, and I have the only kin to save!”
In the midst of nearly uncontrollable howls, tears of despair soaked through.
In the fists gripping the chain, there was a clenching of resentnt against fate!
Even with Fierce Ghosts surrounding him and plunged into a situation of certain death, Han Fei still stood up straight and did not take a single step back.
He knew that behind him stood the mother of the Master of Shrine, and behind her was the Abyss.
If he were to step back, the mother protecting his back would also tumble down with him.
This feeling might not be fully comprehensible to the average person, but the Fierce Ghosts, who had only reunited after death, knew it all too well.
They were all victims, all had family mbers to protect, and they all shared similar experiences and the sa enemy.
“Bang!
Bang!
Bang!”
The knocking sound rang out, and then the tightly closed security door of the living room was opened.
An old man who had a brief encounter with Han Fei before appeared at the door holding an empty black plastic bag, his muddy eyes looking towards the bedroom.
Letting out a gentle sigh, the old man walked toward the bedroom.
With every step, the blood vessels and stains on the nearby floor instantly vanished.
“Give the letter.”
When the old man entered the bedroom, the chilling atmosphere in the room was broken, and the nearly completely transford Fierce Ghost slowly returned to normal.
This unremarkable old man seed to be the true Master of the room number nineteen at Shahe Origin.
Pale fingers handed the envelope to the old man.
He took the letter and fell silent.
Room nineteen gradually returned to its original appearance, the only difference being an old man with a weathered face now standing by the bedroom door.
“This letter was written to by your boss.
When we were young, I always regarded him as my best friend.”
“Later, he went out of town alone to start his business, even opening a shop.”
“We hadn’t been in touch for about ten years when he suddenly ca back to Shahe, inviting to do business together.”
“At first, business was going well.
He had the Midas touch, and anything he touched turned to gold.
I put all my savings into the business with him, and it really paid off.”
“Unfortunately, at that ti I didn’t know that any gain from him had to be paid back double.”
The old man stopped speaking.
It was as if he had aged a lot in an instant, sitting alone on the bedroom bed, gazing blankly at the several morial photos on the table.
“I really regarded him as my best friend, but he only saw as an item for trade.”
“A few years after our business flourished, everything suddenly beca difficult.
He would co to drink with every day, always saying he wanted to borrow sothing from , but never specified what.”
“Not long after, my eldest son, who helped with the business, went missing.
My second son and daughter ca back to see on the Dragon Boat Festival, and then both of their families were in a car accident.”
“That day, I had prepared a table full of food for the festival.
I waited until midnight, only to receive one piece of bad news after another.”
“I was devastated and ended up in the hospital, leaving my best friend to manage all the business.”
“All my family was gone, and aside from nurses, only my best friend would co back to see .”
“He found the best doctors, gave the best dicine, but my health deteriorated day by day.”
“Living had beco a strenuous task for .”
“Gradually, I lost track of ti, living in a daze.
It was at that ti my best friend in life ca to again.”
“He said he had a way to reunite with my family but at a price.”
“With a heart turned to ashes, I believed him and lent him the last thing I had—my life.”
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