665: Chapter 665: The Secret of the Deep World 665: Chapter 665: The Secret of the Deep World The room was empty, as if no one was there, yet it felt as though it was crowded with people.
Han Fei stood at the doorway, listening to the sound of the Soul Bell overhead, ripples sweeping through his brain.
“Soul-guiding Bell?”
He uttered these three words unconsciously and silently lingered under the bell for a while.
Previously, whenever he entered any room, besides feeling familiar, he also felt a stark murderous intent; the fear was indiscernible—he had died more than once within this building.
But all fears of death strangely disappeared after entering this room, as if this room was the only safe place within the entire Ghost Creature.
“The place where I feel most at peace?
Could it be that this room is actually my ho?”
Moving his feet, Han Fei entered the room, his gaze sweeping over the old furniture and the Papern, as hidden mories in his mind seed to get provoked.
He casually picked up a Paperman, a cute little girl wearing a skirt tainted with animal fluff, her eyes tightly closed, holding an empty fishbowl.
“This girl…”
Although he was touching a Paperman, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding the body of his own daughter.
“I rember there should be sothing in the fishbowl.”
Each Paperman in the room had their own nas written on them.
Han Fei flipped the body of the paper girl and found a few words on her back—First Anger.
“Anger?
Why doesn’t the girl have a na?
What does First Anger an?”
Han Fei then picked up another Paperman beside the girl, a little boy curled up, emaciated and pitiful, sitting on a Paper Molder-made Spiritual Altar, his eyes teary and his face filled with sadness and despair.
“Why is he crying?”
Feeling uneasy, Han Fei looked at the boy Paperman’s chest, where it was written—First Compassion.
“Seeing this child, I indeed felt a twinge of pity; I don’t want him to cry anymore.”
Han Fei didn’t want to put down the two children, though they were only Papern, but he just couldn’t casually leave them in the room.
An impulse arose in his heart; he wanted to take the Papern out of this chilling, grim room.
“There’s also the old lady Paperman, that Paper Molder is really talented; he displayed this old lady’s kindness so vividly even I almost felt hosick.” Little Jia followed behind Han Fei, pointing at a Paperman old lady standing in the room, dressed simply, holding a paper pot, as if she had just co out of the kitchen, ready to welco children ho for the New Year.
Examining the old lady closely, Han Fei’s pupils gradually narrowed, as if struck by sothing, his fear-filled heart felt a long-lost warmth.
Walking behind the Paperman old lady, Han Fei found the words “First Warmth” written behind her.
“Warmth?”
Han Fei slowly discovered the peculiarity of this room; the text on the Papern coincidentally corresponded to the emotions that surged in his heart the mont he saw each Paperman.
Those subtle fluctuations ca together, and Han Fei’s calm mind finally stirred up waves.
“Could they be my family?
Were my family mbers turned into Papern?”
Holding the eye sockets of a Blood-colored Paperman, his hand unconsciously tightened, and Han Fei’s voice was a bit hoarse.
“Can’t be?
How can your family mbers look like this?” Little Jia pointed at the corner where a Paperman old man in a security uniform slouched, his face always smiling, but his back was laden with human heads and mutilated limbs.
Next to the Security Guard Paperman was another, more terrifying Paperman, whose spine was made of human heads, the heads of generations seemingly strung together, forming an imnsely large deford Monster.
“Burning such terrifying Papern for ancestors during ancestral rites, wouldn’t the ancestors curse soone to death?” Little Jia’s steps faltered, sowhat frightened.
However, Han Fei’s reaction was just the opposite of Little Jia’s; he stepped towards those frightening Papern and flipped through the texts on their bodies.
The Security Guard Paperman had written on it—First Respect, the human-headed spine Paperman had—First Understanding Separation.
“If these Papern were indeed your family, I’d be quite envious of you.
There’s so many ‘firsts’ written on them, they seem to be recording every little detail of your growth, watching you, accompanying you, teaching you various things.” Little You hung her mom’s phone around her neck, “Compared to you, my life seems dull, I couldn’t find so many people…”
“I just feel they are my family, but in reality, my life trajectory should have absolutely no contact with them,” Han Fei pressed hard on his skull, “I just can’t rember.”
“Don’t worry, haven’t you not found the most crucial red Paperman yet?
We’ll take it slow, maybe you can recall sothing through these Papern,” Little You was very gentle towards Han Fei; in a life-or-death situation, it was Han Fei who saved her and her mother, a favor she kept deep in her heart.
“Not right!
There must be sothing off,” Little Jia seed to have realized sothing, “The Paper Molder made these Papern, and since he could make so many familiar Papern, it implies he must understand you well!
We just need to find the Paper Molder, and he can help you recover your lost mory!”
“That’s true, but everything is predicated on the assumption that these Papern really are my family, and not so kind of Illusion or Ghost Technique.” Han Fei wandered among the Papern, his heart sowhat chaotic; thus, he forced himself to remain rational, considering all sorts of situations.
People who have lost their mories feel most insecure; he needs to find the real himself, not soone depicted by others.
Before he knew it, Han Fei had reached the doorway of the bedroom.
He flipped through one Paperman after another, imrsed in a world that belonged solely to him.
“Let’s help him look too,” Little Jia whispered, “Once we find the red Paperman, let’s quickly get out of here; this place is too much like the Underworld.”
He carried Han Fei’s bag and flipped through the papern by the wall.
As he did so, he suddenly discovered one “Paperman” dressed in fabric clothes.
Looking up, a pale-faced old man, as white as paper, was standing among the papern, staring at him.
After a brief silence of one second, Little Jia yelled backward, “There’s soone!
Soone is here!”
Collapsing to the ground, Little Jia moved his body backward; he was truly terrified.
Hearing the shouting, Han Fei also hurried over, and the three of them gathered, looking towards the pile of papern.
“Keep your voice down; it’s the middle of the night, don’t attract any ghosts.” The old man’s skin was as pale as paper.
He had been standing there all along, silently watching Han Fei and the others.
“Paper Molder?” Han Fei stared at the old man’s face.
Waves of thought surged in his mind, blood coursing faster through his body.
He was certain that he had not only seen this old man before but that he was also soone who occupied a significant position in his life.
His gaze slowly shifting, Han Fei noticed the old man’s clothes also had a few words on them — First eting.
“The Soul-guiding Bell kept ringing, how did you three living people get in here?” The old man was holding an unfinished paperman, slowly walking out from the corner, stopping in front of Han Fei.
“Old sir, we entered accidentally; can you tell us how we can leave?” Little Jia, scared half to death, still mustered the courage to ask, but the old man completely ignored him, his gaze fixed on Han Fei’s face.
“We ca in to save soone,” Han Fei answered, then tentatively asked, “Are we really eting for the first ti?”
“Don’t overthink it.
My shop is called ‘First eting’, making countless firsts of people from birth to death, then burning them so they no longer reminisce.” The old man seed to recognize Han Fei, but he didn’t admit it.
Instead, his look at Han Fei was incredibly complex.
“No, although I have forgotten everything that happened in the past, I am certain that this is not our first eting!” Han Fei raised his scar-covered arm, grabbing the old man’s hand, “You know the truth, right?
The reason for my mory loss?
The past I’ve forgotten?
Do you know everything I’ve experienced?”
Han Fei squeezed the old man’s fingers into a deformity, but the old man did not feel any pain.
He was like a Paperman without any emotions, just quietly watching Han Fei.
“We are indeed eting for the first ti.
You might have t soone who looks a lot like before, but that person isn’t .” The old man shook his head, “I am just a Paper Molder who can’t even leave this room; you really have mistaken for soone else.”
“You just said with such certainty that he wasn’t you.
Do you know if there is soone like you in this city?
Can you tell where he is?” Han Fei let go of his hand.
The old man was surprised by the question Han Fei asked.
He looked at his deford fingers and chuckled lightly, “My na is Fu Sheng; there are many people in this city with this na.
Though they share the sa na, each person’s character is different.”
“Fu Sheng?” Han Fei repeated the na, “There’s Doctor Fu in the hospital, a Director Fu downstairs, and participant F in the ga…
I used to feel afraid of many things, filled with a fear of death.
Those nad Fu seed to have killed , but I feel peaceful only when I enter your cottage; you seem different from them.”
“What’s the difference?
People are all similar.
The worst person can have a bit of goodness inside; the kindest person can have so flaws in their character.” The old man looked down and began making the paperman in his hands, which Han Fei noticed was unlike the others—it was blood-colored.
“You just said you can’t walk out of this room?” Han Fei sat next to the old man, not leaving his side, “Are you being monitored?
Or is there soone or a ghost outside wanting to kill you?”
“My choice is different from theirs, so I will stay here.” The old man smiled and pointed to the text on his body, “I want to manage this shop well for the first ti.”
“For the first ti…”
“eting for the first ti is also fate, so later I can offer you a discount to choose a Paperman from .” The old man casually turned on the radio next to him, he painted clothes on a Paperman while listening to a show, which seed to be a codian’s solo performance.
Others found it incredibly awkward, but the old man enjoyed it imnsely, and the whole room of Papern seed to be listening quietly as well.
Silently standing by, Han Fei only had to ask about things related to himself, and the old man would evade the question, leaving him no choice but to change the subject.
“Old man, we were dragged here by ghosts, do you know how to leave this place?” Han Fei glanced at the frozen ti, “What exactly is the relationship between this place and the real world?”
“This place doesn’t have a specific na, I call it the Deep World.” The old man had just finished mixing paint for the Paperman and casually started chatting with Han Fei.
“After a person dies, their emotions and mories will also dissipate, but the strongest and irrevocable parts have a certain probability of transforming into obsessions.”
“Obsessions continuously gather and accumulate, forming a world invisible to ordinary people, which is the realm where ghosts reside, the Deep World.”
“This place is piled up with all the negative emotions, shrouded by the black mist of resentnt, slowly growing various things of despair.”
“No one knows when the Deep World appeared, but many people have accidentally entered it at tis.”
“Among them, so are fortunate enough to survive, leaving behind all sorts of Kaidan, while others disappear without a trace, becoming the missing.”
The old man with white hair used a bamboo stick to prop up a Paperman, his Paperman slowly becoming more complete.
“Can ordinary people just enter the Deep World?” Han Fei felt this question was very important to him.
“There are many scenarios.
Most of the ti, they are dragged in by ghosts like you were,” the old man said, his head bowed as he busied himself with his work.
“The Deep World is the ‘ghosts’ world, and when a ‘ghost’s’ emotions and obsessions reach their peak, the two worlds overlap montarily.
Anyone nearby at that mont will encounter a ghost.”
“Once inside, how can we get out?”
“Ordinary ghosts can only affect you montarily, and you’ll recover quickly, but so places are different.
They house too many ghosts, and they can affect an entire building or an area.
If you want to leave, you might only do so by escaping their area of influence.” The old man took out his brush and colored the Paperman, “This neighborhood is a haunt of ghost creatures, and what you should do now is to leave the neighborhood as soon as possible.
I advise you to start moving soon, any later and it might be very difficult to escape.”
“Why?
Will staying in the Deep World too long turn us into ghosts?”
“That’s not it.” The old man shook his head and painted the Paperman’s mouth blood red.
“So people want to completely separate the Deep World from reality, completely isolating the two, severing the pathways between the two worlds, consolidating all despair into the Deep World, and leaving only the good in the Mortal World.
They have already started acting, and the distance between the two worlds is getting wider.
You will soon witness all of this.”
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