653: Chapter 653: Sinister Night 653: Chapter 653: Sinister Night Since he had opened his eyes in the hospital up until now, Han Fei felt joy for the first ti.
Even he didn’t know why, but seeing the change in the face of the Wronged Dead in the taxi had filled him with a sense of calm and stability.
“Did I used to have so kind of special profession?”
“You do look pretty fit, I feel it’s not impossible.
Why do you suddenly ask this?”
Han Fei and Little Jia exchanged a glance, “Is it possible that I was particularly good at appeasing dead souls and transcending ghosts?”
“That is quite special.” Little Jia touched his thinning hair and said no more, carefully holding the props used for the Resurrection Ceremony.
Turning around, Han Fei looked back at the car.
After the boy’s body was pushed away, it had knocked over a roadside garbage heap, and blood and Corpse Oil from his body splattered everywhere.
But before long, he got up again, chasing the taxi like a tireless machine.
“Still chasing?”
Curses dense as a web were engraved on the boy’s body, with Grudge Energy clinging to them, running through the charred dead skin like black blood vessels, giving him abilities far beyond ordinary “ghosts.”
Gazing into the distance, Han Fei looked again at the building, where a blue and white Flower Sea was rippling in the wind.
A woman in a blue dress stood at a window that had been burnt by a great fire.
The blood butterflies on the hem of her dress seed alive, fluttering around her.
“That blue-dressed woman and the boy’s body both bear so strange symbols.
Is their transformation related to those Curse Spells?” The Blue and White Tutoring Class building wasn’t a place Han Fei could set foot in now.
It was already very fortunate that he had managed to escape earlier.
“How did I deal with ‘ghosts’ before I lost my mory?
How could I possibly be a match for these grudges with my own strength?”
Han Fei held the knife called Accompany, its blade resonating with the na on his heart, as if this knife was prepared for him by the Joker.
“This is the Joker’s knife, not my own.
Strangely, ever since I t F, I can always hear his Black Saber calling to , as if the knife in his hand is my knife.”
His fingers clenched unconsciously, and a desire surged from deep within Han Fei.
He wanted to take F’s knife.
“Apart from the knife, it seems I have lost many important things!” Han Fei pressed on his temple, wanting to tear away the black cloth that blinded his mories.
A sound ca from the backpack, Han Fei felt sothing rubbing against his arm, and as he looked down, he found the cat, covered with scars, crawling out of the backpack.
It nuzzled affectionately into Han Fei’s arms, its eyes staring directly at him, as if it was confirming sothing.
“What are you trying to do, you silly cat?
Don’t tell you peed in my backpack?” Han Fei frowned, and while he was looking into the cat’s eyes, he noticed sothing astonishing.
The cat’s pupils were unlike those of typical cats; they resembled human eyes instead, almost as if the cat was an amalgamation of animal and human bodies, with nurous stitching marks hidden under its skin.
The comically ugly cat first looked at Han Fei, then turned its gaze to the roof of the taxi.
It seed it could see the human face and dead souls on the roof too.
As its pupils slowly moved, it seed that only after Han Fei had stepped in to help the ghosts did the cat finally determine that the person before it was its owner, and a smile even appeared on its comically ugly face.
The cat was smiling, a scene that stunned both Han Fei and Little Jia.
“Bro, did your cat just smile?”
“Don’t know, I haven’t even smiled myself yet.”
Han Fei had no recollection of this cat; he initially just felt it was about to die and had rescued it on a whim.
This thoughtless good deed seed like a true reflection of who Han Fei was, sothing he was not even aware of himself.
The cat staring at Han Fei affectionately nuzzled him, but within seconds, the cat’s body suddenly began to convulse violently, it kept retching as though trying to vomit sothing out.
“Are you sick?
Did you eat sothing weird in that building?” Just as Han Fei was about to help the cat, he saw it spit out a small piece of red paper from its mouth.
The paper, made of so unknown material, looked similar to normal paper but was indestructible, emitting a strong sll of blood.
“There’s an eye drawn on the paper, is this torn from a portrait?” Little Jia peered over, “The drawing is quite nice, these eyes are beautiful.”
“No, this is no drawing.” As Han Fei touched the red paper Fragnt, his heart felt as if it were pricked by a needle, suddenly aching; he blurted out, “This is the eye of a Paperman!”
After saying this, Han Fei’s heartache grew worse.
Sothing bad had happened before, and even if his brain had forgotten, his body still rembered that pain.
“Is she dead?”
“Who?”
“Don’t know…” Holding the blood-red Paperman eye, Han Fei felt a strange connection between his body and the Paperman as if their blood and emotions were intertwined: “It seems to be soone very important to .”
Looking at the Paperman’s eye, Han Fei’s face was reflected inside.
He looked for a long while before realizing, despite wearing a white Joker mask, the eye of the Paperman still reflected his true face.
“Who are you?”
Han Fei gently touched the blood-red eye of the Paperman.
In that instant, he felt as though he could locate other parts of the Paperman’s body.
“This Fragnt of the Paperman seems to be linked by blood to .
I need to put it together to make it whole!”
Placing the blood-colored Paperman Fragnt in the pocket near his heart, Han Fei stroked the cat’s head, “Why did you give the paper piece at this ti?
Haven’t you recognized before?”
To Han Fei’s surprise, the scarred cat actually nodded slightly, seemingly understanding so of Han Fei’s simple words.
“You only fully recognized when I reconciled with the Wronged Dead in the taxi.
Is this the standard by which I am judged?
The real is willing to communicate with ‘ghosts,’ while the fake would indiscriminately slaughter ‘ghosts’?”
The cat did not react anymore, it seed already very tired.
“The Joker left a knife, let see happiness, and gave the power to kill ghosts; then the cat saw that I had the ability to kill ghosts and chose to reconcile with the ‘ghost.’ It felt reassured to spit out the Fragnt it had swallowed and gave it to whose eyes filled its vision; one link led to another, seemingly intricate, but in reality, if I made one wrong choice, my fate would be completely overturned.”
“If I hadn’t successfully escaped that room, if I had been too scared to go downstairs to check, if I hadn’t saved the cat, if I hadn’t gone to save Li Guo’er, if I had died in the Blue and White Tutoring Class…”
To achieve all that Han Fei has now accomplished requires not only extre physical and ntal resilience but also rationality, calmness, and kindness, even after seeing the darkness, one can still maintain a hopeful heart.
“What kind of person one becos is not determined at birth, but by choices made ti and again, I seem to believe that even if I were to do it over countless tis, I would make the sa choices.”
Han Fei placed his hand on his chest, resting on his suit he caressed the Paperman Fragnt: “A person whose na I’ve even forgotten can bring such pain.”
“Han Fei!
I can’t shake off that Little Ghost!
Being chased like this, we have no way to go back.
It might directly follow us ho!” Although Li Guo’er drove well, she still couldn’t shake off the boy’s corpse.
Han Fei looked back and saw that the boy’s legs and arms had almost worn away, replaced by black mist, and the curses crawling all over his body like insects, with his face completely distorted, speeding up!
“This guy is tough.” Little Jia’s face was pale: “We definitely can’t go back to my place now!”
“It looks like we must find a way to get rid of him.” Han Fei took out the ceremonial tools from his bag, looking for a way to combat the Little Ghost.
Comparing it with the information the mysterious person had sent to the driver, Han Fei actually made an unexpected discovery.
“Once the ceremony starts, it cannot be stopped.
Nine ceremonies, if the first Resurrection Ceremony is ineffective on the deceased, then the next ceremony must be conducted before the corpse decomposes, continuing until the final ceremony is successful.”
“During the ceremony, if the corpse behaves unusually or other changes occur, then use a mirror that the deceased had faced during their lifeti, and point it at his face.
The curse on the mirror can affect him.”
“After all nine ceremonies are carried out, regardless of whether they were successful, destroy the photos of the Living Sacrifice, otherwise it might be possible for the Wronged Dead to retaliate.”
The stranger had only taught the driver how to conduct the ceremony but had not inford him how to deal with the transford corpse boy.
The opponent’s purpose seed initially to create a Monster.
“This mirror seems useful.”
Han Fei first held the mirror in his hand, within it faintly remained the reflection of a child, who bore a seven to eight resemblance to the boy’s corpse but looked timid and weak, completely unable to relate him to the frenzied Monster behind the car.
This little mirror was also inscribed with the boy’s birth date and various strange characters, the more one looked at it, the more creepy it seed.
“The boy’s corpse has devoured the vitality and most of the souls of nine Wronged Dead, if I could control him, could the nine Wronged Dead reclaim their souls and Resentnt?”
Han Fei eyed the taxi: “According to the arrangent of items in the classroom, I’ve set up the ritual in the taxi.
Then I’ll lure the boy’s corpse into the car, maybe I can trap him.”
“Easy for you to say, that guy has been chasing us relentlessly.
To trap him in the taxi, soone would have to dare to enter the car as bait.” Little Jia shook his head: “The risk is too high.”
“It’s okay, I can try.” Han Fei announced his plan: “You guys slow down the car, I’ll get off first and hold off the little boy, you quickly set up the items needed for the ceremony, then evacuate as fast as you can, and I’ll try to lure him into the car.”
Han Fei, while speaking, continually observed the face on the roof of the car.
The wronged dead not only did not show any anger, but instead seed eager to try, as they also wished to beco whole again.
“The resurrection ceremony isn’t that easy to restore!
Just those curses filling the classroom are beyond our capability to recreate,” Little Jia felt Han Fei was being fanciful.
“How about we just throw those things away?
Or drive the car to the Lower District?
There are more gangsters there, perhaps they could help us transfer the grudge of the corpse.”
“It’s okay, I rember most of the curse spells,” Han Fei pulled out a pen from his backpack, and under the astonished gazes of Little Jia and Li Guo’er, began to draw the curse spells from his mory on the inner walls of the taxi: “I don’t know the specific anings of these things, I can only copy them exactly as they are.
Fortunately, my mory is not too bad.”
To buy Han Fei ample ti, Li Guo’er flaunted her driving skills, keeping a distance from the boy’s corpse all the while.
Their cooperation was incredibly tacit, words were hardly necessary, which made Little Jia seem sowhat superfluous at this mont.
Driving around the city for an hour, the streets under the cover of night appeared like an endless maze, no way to drive out of this city.
“Haven’t you finished drawing yet?” Li Guo’er was highly tense, she suddenly saw a bus coming head-on, after turning a corner!
Swerving the steering wheel sharply, Li Guo’er managed to stabilize the car.
Had it not been for her quick reaction, they would have crashed directly into the bus.
“Can’t you drive?” Li Guo’er cursed as she gazed at the bus, the dilapidated vehicle that seed like a ghost ship slowly cruising on the road, including the driver; everyone inside had their heads lowered.
“Even driving a spirit car could et with an accident?”
The bus stopped slowly at a nearby station, and Li Guo’er’s taxi had already slowed down a bit due to the slight loss of control.
“I’ve almost finished drawing, let’s start the action now!” Han Fei, carrying a mirror with him, then pushed the other items needed for the ceremony to Little Jia.
“You rember all the placents, right?”
“Shouldn’t be wrong.”
“If you’re wrong, then my life is over!” Han Fei, wearing a white mask, stared intently at Little Jia.
“If I die, I’ll co find you to play gas every night!”
“Don’t, we’ve shared hardships after all.” Little Jia shuddered in fright.
“The boy’s corpse is getting closer!” Li Guo’er further reduced the car’s speed, and Han Fei took the opportunity to open the car door and jumped out.
On Han Fei’s appearance, the boy, whose limbs had already turned into black mist, shrieked and charged at him, his speed was incredibly fast.
“You two, set up the items and get moving quick!” Han Fei shouted back, then without another word, he charged towards that bus.
As early as when he was in the car, Han Fei had noticed sothing odd about that bus, but relying solely on his own power, he couldn’t secure enough ti, so his goal initially was to leverage the bus to buy ti.
“Seeing the bus didn’t make feel scared.
If there’s no fear, it ans there’s no premonition of death, which ans I won’t die.” Han Fei was also acting out of trust in his own “special ability”.
He didn’t have ti to care about his appearance, protected the mirror, and holding the saber, he charged to the bus stop.
Following closely, the boy’s corpse pursued Han Fei, who dared not linger and brandishing his saber, ran onto the bus.
The temperature dropped suddenly, it felt as if he had dived into a refrigerator, his mind instantly cleared.
The driver and passengers slowly raised their heads, their pallid faces staring at Han Fei.
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