669: Chapter 669: Tying the Red Rope 669: Chapter 669: Tying the Red Rope Li Guo’er’s hands on the steering wheel almost let go, and she seriously doubted if there was sothing wrong with her ears.
Little Jia and Little You in the back seat also widened their eyes, and the inside of the car suddenly beca quiet.
It wasn’t too unreasonable for Han Fei to look for a Haunted House, what shocked everyone was the reason why he was doing it.
After gripping the steering wheel again, Li Guo’er confird this was the road ho and slowed down the car, “Give a mont to take this in.
Right now, we’re both wanted by the police, hunted by enemies, and chased by ghosts and monsters.
Are you sure you want to get married in such a tough situation?
And have the wedding in a Haunted House?
I have to ask, who is your bride?”
Facing the incessant questioning from Li Guo’er, Han Fei hung his head with a complex look in his eyes, “I don’t rember.”
“You don’t even know who your bride is, and you’re going to marry her?” Li Guo’er was shocked.
If she wasn’t driving, she would have grabbed Han Fei by the collar to shake him awake, “People do advocate for freedom of marriage nowadays, but you can’t just run off to a Haunted House and marry so unknown ghost!”
“Yeah, I might call her sister-in-law and probably have nightmares for half a night,” Little Jia also felt Han Fei was getting more absurd, “Bro, just because you see so people successfully Marrying Ghosts doesn’t an you have to try it too.
What if you bring back a hundred-year-old granny?
We can deal being married n, but we shouldn’t be too hard on ourselves.”
The last person, Little You, dared not speak and just held their mother’s phone, feeling a bit like getting out of the car.
“Don’t worry, I always make sure I have confidence before I proceed,” Han Fei still didn’t look up, soberly flipping through the script, and soon he found a story in the middle of it.
“The fifty-first story—Ancestral House.
A brother and sister lived in the old house left by their parents, the sister went out to work during the day, and the brother worked at night, but from one day on, the brother never ca out again, and the sister turned into a Madman.”
“So say it was because the brother fell in love with his sister, and the sister accidentally killed the brother; so say Paradise wanted to seize that land, and the brother sold the Ancestral House, keeping the sister in the dark; others say the sister inherited her father’s dical Talent, working at a pharmaceutical company.
She discovered so drug for brain developnt, and then was threatened by people from a rival company, who killed her brother and injected her with sothing that turned her into a Madman.”
“No matter the reasons, the ending of the story remained unchanged.
Since the day the Mad sister disappeared, that Ancestral House near Paradise has been abandoned, and passersby occasionally hear the sound of at chopping coming from the house.”
“All of these are legends; when I investigated the site, I found sothing even stranger.”
“I searched around Paradise during the day and couldn’t find the Ancestral House from the Kaidan, but deep into the night, that eerie building simply appeared.”
The script did not specify the exact location of the Ancestral House, only ntioning it was built near Paradise.
“Has anyone ever ntioned to you a old house near Paradise that only appears at night?” While the others in the car hadn’t moved on from the topic of marriage, Han Fei had roughly determined the location for the ceremony.
“It’s best not to go to Paradise at night, whether it’s the staff or the wandering Evil Ghosts, they all pose a great threat to us,” Li Guo’er focused on driving, “That’s a consensus among ga participants.”
“But that Ancestral House only appears at night; I’ve looked through all the scripts, and it seems like that place is most suitable for Marrying Ghosts,” Han Fei looked at the Blood-colored Paperman on his lap, there seed to be so connection between him and the Paperman, and it seed like it also wanted to go to that place, “Maybe I can find so parts of the Paperman’s body there and piece it back together.”
“I’ve heard about the Kaidan you ntioned before, it seems like so ga participants explored it, but afterwards, it was as if they were tainted with a Curse, each one of them died horribly,” Li Guo’er seed worried about Han Fei misunderstanding, so she specifically added, “I’m not trying to scare you, all buildings that only appear at night are very dangerous, and most likely house Evil Ghosts.”
“Han Fei, why don’t we think this over for a little while?
Everyone’s pretty exhausted today, let’s go back and rest first,” Little Jia realized the huge gap between himself as a normal person and Han Fei.
Normal people would avoid others who Marry Ghosts at all costs, but Han Fei, seeing others Marrying Ghosts, got envious like he too absolutely had to try it.
“We’re seventy points away from a perfect score, and we can’t afford to waste precious ti sleeping,” Han Fei knew very well that most ghosts only appeared at night.
If they wanted to reach a hundred points faster than F, they had to make good use of the nightti.
“Alright, let’s go check out the area near Paradise,” Li Guo’er turned the car around.
“We have a vehicle that can travel through the night, which is already much better than the situation of other participants.
At least if we can’t beat them, we have a chance to escape.”
During the few days they had spent together, Li Guo’er had grown to trust Han Fei.
She respected his decisions and followed his advice as long as it wasn’t too much, always trying to accommodate.
Sotis she didn’t even know why she did it—perhaps because she had always been wanted by the police and could trust no one.
Then, Han Fei appeared out of the blue, willing to support her and move forward together.
The taxi sped through the night, passing one sinister building after another.
The closer they got to Paradise, the more abstract and eerie the surrounding buildings beca, as if they were driving into a nightmare.
The atmosphere outside the car turned strange, but inside, no one thought about fleeing; this temporary team was “stronger” than imagined.
The night deepened, and a faint fog began to form around them.
Han Fei sat silently in the passenger seat, staring blankly at the night view outside the window.
The taxi passed through the neighborhood where he had first lived, circled around the residential buildings, and ca to the back of the complex.
“This place…”
“What about it?”
“When I woke up from the hospital, a person claiming to be my mother brought here.
I stayed here one night, and almost died inside,” Han Fei sat in the car, gazing at a distant high-rise, where one room still had its light on, seemingly with soone standing there the whole ti.
“Did your foster parents try to kill you?” Little Jia asked, curious.
“No, it was the ghost in their apartnt,” Han Fei shook his head.
“To be precise, that whole neighborhood is hiding many ghosts.”
“Should we get your foster parents out as well?” Little Jia ant well, but after he finished, he noticed that Han Fei had a strange expression.
“Did I say sothing wrong?”
“My foster father is a fairly reputable forensic doctor in this city, and I don’t know what my mother does.
They dealt with at least five corpses behind my back.
Now I’m not sure whether those bodies were ones I killed and they were helping clean up, or if they killed them and wanted to pin it on ,” Han Fei concluded, and Little Jia broke out in a cold sweat.
What kind of family background was this?
“Let’s drop it.” Han Fei’s achievents today couldn’t be separated from his family upbringing and the influence of his environnt.
Little Jia even thought of the idiom about Mrs.
ng moving three tis.
“This whole area is a developnt zone, mostly old houses.
We’ve seen the Ancestral House here before,” Li Guo’er suddenly changed the subject.
“But I have so bad news for you.
From the rooftop of your family’s building, one can overlook this area.
We might be spotted by your family mbers.”
“It’s okay, we just need to move as quickly as possible.”
After communicating with Han Fei, Li Guo’er drove the car down a narrow road lined with three- or four-story rundown buildings on both sides.
“The city is planning demolitions, and in an attempt to secure more compensation, people have been building additional stories on their houses without authorization, resulting in a bunch of dangerous buildings and many unfortunate incidents,”
Li Guo’er drove the car, andering through a cluster of low ancient buildings for a long ti until, upon turning into a side street, the electronic clock in the car suddenly stopped!
“Is the road…gone?”
At the ragged end of the broken road, a three-story building appeared, covered in dust-gray.
The first and second floors were decades old in style, seemingly topped with an additional third floor.
This building was connected to others on either side, forming a dead end.
“Is this the Ancestral House from the Kaidan?
It’s not quite what I imagined,” Little Jia clutched his backpack, slightly nervous.
“Prepare to get out of the car.” Without any further conversation, Han Fei grabbed the car door as soon as the taxi stopped.
Upon arriving at the scene, his gaze transford, as if he were a detective arresting an escapee.
“Li Guo’er will stay in the car; everyone else follow ,” Han Fei signaled, then opened the car door and, holding the Paperman, walked towards the building at the dead end of the road.
“It always feels like we could walk in Heaven but choose to barge through Hell without a doorway,” muttered Little Jia, constantly murmuring with his backpack on.
After kicking open the door, Han Fei moved forward with a knife in hand.
The building had not been inhabited for a long ti; thick dust accumulated on the floor and furniture, yet oddly, there was no peculiar sll—instead, a faint scent wafted through the air.
“Do any of you sll a hint of at?” Han Fei stood in the first-floor living room, holding the Soul-guiding, his black suit emitting a chilling and dangerous vibe.
“There is a scent, like soone is cooking in the kitchen,” said Little Jia, shrinking his neck.
“Han Fei, with your extensive knowledge, could this be the scent of cooking at?”
“After midnight, all ghosts beco stronger.
Don’t waste ti.
Let’s inspect the old house then complete the ritual as quickly as possible.” Han Fei had only been inside the building less than a minute and already sensed sothing very ominous.
The Dark Energy was dense, condensing into dark droplets on their skin.
All furniture and decor were at-colored, with many items decomposing, yet, oddly, the air only carried the scent of at.
“Han Fei!
Look here!” Little You pointed towards the staircase leading to the second floor where a wooden sign stood, covered with various words for death, chilling to behold: “I almost went up there, but my mom held back, she is uneasy.”
After staring at the wooden sign for a while, Han Fei and the Paperman he held blinked simultaneously: “Such familiar words of death, why do I feel like I’m coming ho?”
“Familiar?
I can’t imagine what your childhood was like,” Little Jia shook his head.
“You better be careful, didn’t Li Guo’er ntion many who enter the room are cursed?
Maybe there really is a terrible curse hidden in this old house!
Like those horror films, if you don’t listen…”
Before Little Jia could finish, Han Fei had already set the board aside and was pulling him upstairs.
“The items needed for the Marrying Ghosts ritual are all in the bag; you co with .”
“Could you warn before yanking next ti?”
“We’ll talk about that next ti.”
Han Fei stepped on the wooden stairs to ascend, but stopped halfway.
“Did you find sothing?” Little Jia hid behind Han Fei, speaking very cautiously.
“Listen carefully.”
Neither moved, yet sounds of “thud,” “thud” erged from inside, as though soone was chopping at in the kitchen upstairs.
“Occasionally, passersby heard the sound of at chopping from the old house,” Han Fei recalled from the screenplay.
“Could it be that the brother wanted to sell the Ancestral House, but the sister wouldn’t allow it, leading to a quarrel during which she accidentally killed him?”
“So that’s why there’s the sll of at?”
“Don’t say it so chillingly!” Little Jia stuffed Han Fei’s Chou Cat in his embrace; in this chilly Ancestral House, only the cat could bring him so warmth.
Upon reaching the second floor, Han Fei found it had been arranged as a shrine, the altar covered with various rotting ats and fruits, yet the deceased being honored was nowhere to be seen.
There were no photos, no writings, only a woman’s handbag on the altar.
Han Fei reached out to open the bag, inside were thick stacks of various won’s photos.
These won must have once been beautiful, unfortunately, the photos captured them at their mont of death.
The hope in their eyes had long vanished, leaving only despair and the Curse.
“Is this altar intended to morialize these won?” Little Jia just glanced at the photos and felt a chill on his back; “There must have been more than one death in this place!
Han Fei, shouldn’t we head back?”
“If we leave now, where shall I perform the Marrying Ghosts ritual, in your house?” Han Fei glanced at Little Jia.
“Well, if you put it that way, I guess the feng shui here is pretty good,”
“Go get those White Wax candles from the table; we need them for the soul-guiding ritual.” Han Fei knew all steps of Marrying Ghosts by heart.
He looked down at the photos, recognising none of the deceased won as the person he was looking for: “Could it attract other entities?”
The scent of at in the air seed to grow stronger.
Han Fei didn’t dare waste ti and took the Yellow Paper outlining the steps of Marrying Ghosts from the bag.
“I rember during puppet Marrying Ghosts, we had to tie the Puppet with the Red Thread.
Since we have neither Puppet nor Red Thread, perhaps we should choose another auspicious day?” Little Jia tried to struggle a bit more, sensing that Han Fei was indeed too reckless.
“No worries, I brought it myself.” Han Fei took the Red Thread he had removed from the Puppet and tied it around the body of the Blood-colored Paperman, then wrapped the other end around his own finger.
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