666: Chapter 666: Attention to Player Number 0000 666: Chapter 666: Attention to Player Number 0000 “If we completely cut it off, wouldn’t those ‘ghosts’ lose their last chance of retreat?
Their obsessions would never be relieved, and they would never have a chance to find peace.” Han Fei thought strangely; his first concern wasn’t how to escape himself, but rather he saw it from the perspective of the “ghosts”.
“Even if we don’t cut it off, do you think those ghosts would be able to let go?
Most people in this world are irrational, and despair is an emotion that spreads uncontrollably.
If we don’t completely sever the connection between the Deep World and this city, tragedies like yours, inadvertently entering the Deep World, will keep happening.” The old man painted the Paperman’s eyes a blood-red color: “Haven’t the three of you had enough of despair?
If you weren’t afraid and terrified, why would you be so eager to leave?”
“Constantly injecting despair and negative emotions, surely the Deep World you speak of will produce ghosts beyond anyone’s imagination.
By then, this city might face a real disaster.” Han Fei still stuck to his point: “You should know better than I do that they were once human too, and among them may have been your own family.”
The old man didn’t control his strength well and pierced the eye of the Paperman; after a mont’s pause, he looked up at Han Fei: “You are just an exception.
For most people, it’s better to block it off completely.”
“Not necessarily.”
“Those two next to you are your companions, you can ask them for their choice.” The old man changed his grip on the pen and began sifting through paper scraps, trying to repair the Paperman’s eyes.
“If the price of completely cutting it off is never seeing my mother again, then I won’t agree to it.” Little You clutched her mother’s cell phone, even though she was close to a ntal breakdown and covered in injuries, she still spoke decisively.
“I…” Little Jia had always lived alone; he seed to rember sothing too, and hesitated to speak right away.
The three of them had entered the domain of the Ghost Creature, and yet all three living beings seed to disagree with the old man—an outco the old man had not anticipated.
“It’s normal to not forget the past, but a person who wants to move forward should learn to let go…”
“Have you let go yourself?” Han Fei sat in front of the old man: “Those with the surna Fu seem all want dead, but you are different.
If you truly had let go, you wouldn’t be here either.”
The old man buried his head in repairing the Paperman’s eyes, no longer addressing Han Fei.
“You refuse to reveal my past, but could you tell who you really are?
They all have the surna Fu, only you told your full na.
You are different from them, you must be that one voice inside questioning yourself!” Han Fei was surprised at his own words, as if they had been bottled up for a long ti, finally finding the chance to co out after countless cycles of life and death.
“I am just a Paper Molder, it’s not as complicated as you think.” The old man toiled for a while but failed to fix the Paperman’s eyes: “It seems I really can’t force what isn’t mine.”
He carelessly tossed the Paperman onto the garbage heap by the door and propped himself up from the chair: “You haven’t experienced true fear and despair, so you think this way.
It is indeed wrong to completely cut off the Deep World from reality, and if possible, I would rather destroy the Deep World entirely, leaving no chance for despair to take root and grow.”
The old man started coughing violently without warning.
Han Fei wanted to approach, but the old man gestured to stop him: “Stay in the city and take a good look, look at the past, the future, and look into your own heart.
I look forward to your choice.”
“What do you an by that?”
“Everything started in this city.
Strive to survive; I hope you won’t let down my last bit of persistence and kindness.”
The Soul Bell at the door rang jinglingly.
The old man seed to have spoken a Taboo, his complexion turning paler.
He waved to cut off Han Fei, who was trying to interject, as if in a hurry, and continued: “You need to be careful of five types of people in this city.
Those with the surna Fu, those who laugh maniacally, those from Paradise, those who believe in Ghosts and Gods and various rituals, and those who love you.”
“Those who love ?”
“People with the surna Fu want to kill you, the ones laughing maniacally want to possess you, those from Paradise will hunt down anyone breaking the rules, those worshipping ghosts and gods will treat you as a Sacrificial Offering, and those who love you are lying to you because there’s no one in this city who truly loves you.” The coughing of the old man beca more severe: “Deep in Paradise, there are two Exits, one leads to a path of departure, and the other leads to it.”
“It?” Han Fei felt the old man’s condition worsening; he seed even older as he spoke.
“Don’t ask too much; there are so things that are Unspeakable.” The old man, covering the blood at his mouth, hurried toward the inner room.
Before closing the bedroom door, he turned back and pointed at the garbage pile: “For our first eting, you can pick one item from my shop; it might change your dire situation.”
The old man hastily retreated, leaving Han Fei and the other two standing inside the room.
The Soul Bell that kept ringing was quite frightening; all three living beings felt a bit panicky.
“I feel like sothing is coming!
Let’s hide quickly!” Little Jia urged.
“Wait a mont,” Han Fei thought about the last words the old man had said.
“It’s really strange, the first ti I t him, he seed to have given sothing too, and it was that thing that completely changed .”
“Big brother!
Stop worrying about it!
Why don’t we hide in the pile of Papern?” Little Jia picked up the giant Paperman made with a human head as its spine.
“Or we take this biggest Paperman?
It burns with grandeur and has a unique design that probably even King Yama would shake his head at.”
“He was referring to the trash heap.” Han Fei went to the doorway, picked up the Blood-colored Paperman that the old man had repaired for a long ti before throwing away, which was entirely blood-red with only one eye.
“I always feel like he specifically kept it for .”
Countless people with the surna Fu in the city wanted to kill Han Fei, but this Paper Molder who lived on the boundary of yin and yang was sowhat different.
Han Fei was unsure if he ca to know this because of fate or because it was arranged in advance.
Taking out that eye, Han Fei attached it to the Paperman’s face, and the mont they touched, the discarded Paperman seed to co to life.
Its hands blood like flowers, and from top to bottom, cracks spread, with pieces of red paper falling off as the Paperman’s reassembled body slowly changed shape.
It was no longer a curled-up child but had beco a severely disfigured woman.
The woman’s body was covered in scars, among which thirteen wounds were shockingly severe, almost completely dismbering her.
Holding the shattered Blood-colored Paperman in both hands, Han Fei slowly turned its body, and a paper scrap fell out—on it was written—The first ti I t you.
“Who is she?”
As this question surfaced in Han Fei’s Brain Sea, the Soul Bell rang with an urgency like it was summoning death, and all the Papern in the room seed to turn their gaze toward Han Fei, their inscriptions rapidly fading.
“You all?”
Those elusive inscriptions kept bobbing up and down in Han Fei’s Brain Sea, each sentence corresponding to a Paperman’s face.
Han Fei couldn’t rember all their nas, but he didn’t want to part with everyone again; he knew these people were very important to him.
A sharp pain ca from the depths of his brain, and Han Fei, clenching his teeth, stood still.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of losing his mory.
Blood vessels surfaced on his face and arms, he bit his gums to the point of bleeding, and all the shadows of the Papern in his Brain Sea, along with the corresponding words on them, flashed incessantly, pounding against the dark curtain blocking his mories.
After countless attempts, Han Fei abruptly opened his eyes, fixating on the Blood-colored Paperman in his palm, and his lips unconsciously murmured a na.
“Xu Qin?”
The lock deep in his Brain Sea started to loosen, and Han Fei’s eyes turned red.
The stimulation of this na on him far exceeded his own expectations.
“So there really was such a na, forgetting her is more painful than forgetting myself.”
Sitting in the wooden chair that the old man had once occupied, a significant gap appeared in the dark curtain that sealed his mories in Han Fei’s Brain Sea.
It was the na Xu Qin that made that gap.
As Han Fei rembered Xu Qin, he also finally heard the faintly audible icy voice deep within his Brain Sea.
“Player number 0000, please note!
You have reached stage four.”
“Who is speaking?
Do I have soone else in my head?
What is Stage Four?”
Han Fei had no recollection of that icy, unfamiliar voice, and he didn’t know whose awakening he had triggered.
“Could it be that I have to go through different stages to make it to the end?”
“Han Fei!
Snap out of it!”
Little You was very anxious; her mother’s phone was shaking non-stop as though sothing extrely terrifying was about to co, and even the ghosts began to feel panicked.
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