672: Chapter 672: The Grand Return 672: Chapter 672: The Grand Return Eyes full of Curse, lips that had tasted despair, a face with fatal allure now pressed close in front of Han Fei.
She was covered in wounds, had forsaken her Soul, and at this mont erged from the Curse, her arms wrapping around Han Fei’s head, looking down from above at the face that did not rember her at all.
“I might be beyond saving, and I may scatter like a broken Soul the next ti you blink, so please, when you see , don’t let go.
Hold tight, just like I am.”
Thousands of Curses surged over her injuries, ninety-nine deaths, ninety-nine segnts of mory, had turned Xu Qin into what she was now, but not a trace of regret or sorrow could be heard in her words.
She trusted Han Fei implicitly, casting her last bet entirely upon him.
“That’s right, hold like this!”
Bending forward, the woman ford from the Curse took over Han Fei’s gaze, branding herself into his Brain Sea.
The veil upon mories shattered by Soul-summoning abilities began to change, as Han Fei embraced tightly and muttered the final step of Marrying Ghosts.
“Soul-returning!”
Thousands of different Curses flowed through the fingertips of the Red Rope into the body of the Paperman.
The tattered Paperman opened its eyes, reflecting an endless night, boundless loneliness, and the presence of Han Fei by its side.
The Paperman could not speak, yet its expressions were exceedingly vibrant, in sync with Han Fei’s intentions, as if she had moved into the body of the Paperman.
The despair and Dark Energy of the Ancestral House was infused into the Paperman’s body, a faint Hatred pulsating in its heart, as it held the Red Rope and leaned against Han Fei.
In the instant Soul-returning was completed, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, witnessing the ninety-nine deaths of the woman.
Over and over, her tragic deaths were like knives piercing through his heart.
The calm sea of his mind stirred into mighty waves, furiously pounding against the veils of locked mories, the cracks on those barriers widening ever more!
His body trembled uncontrollably as the fissures in the veil of mories burst open rapidly, and his own voice echoed from the depths of his mind.
“So I’ve already stopped you ninety-nine tis…”
“What exactly do I need to keep you?”
“Is it hope and solace?
Or should I have pushed you away from the start?
Or perhaps destroy this city, let the sunset despair, make the moonlight weep, and the hundred ghosts parade in the night!”
All the Curse Spells on his body had vanished, as Han Fei’s head, once bowed low, slowly lifted, his eyes revealing a clear change from before.
Clad in a black suit, donning a white smiling mask, Han Fei held the Blood-colored Paperman tight.
“Everything was arranged in the script; actors should act according to the script.”
Under the mask, a cruel smile was revealed, and his eyes, when had they started, no longer appeared bewildered.
“I still haven’t rembered my past, but I rembered you, and that, to , is already enough.”
Heading downstairs, step by step he crossed the ashes of the White Wax, returning from the Nether World into reality, as the clock started to tick-tock once again.
Opening the door of the Ancestral House on the ground floor, the building, assembled from Xu Qin’s mories of hatred, dissolved into the city as Han Fei left.
She entrusted her final obsession to Han Fei, embedding it into the Paperman, now she had nothing left.
A cold breeze blew through Han Fei’s hair, and behind him was no longer the Ghost House, but a rugged, nocturnal path.
“Player number 0000, please take note!
You have reached stage six!” the cold voice in his Brain Sea faded quickly, followed by Little Jia’s distant shouting.
“Han Fei!
Did Marrying Ghosts succeed?”
Little Jia and Little You both rushed over, to which Han Fei just nodded.
“How co you seem different from before?” Little You’s cell phone hanging around her neck vibrated faintly; her mother was afraid.
“It must be your imagination.
Get in the car, we have a lot to do tonight,” Han Fei said, looking toward a district far away, eyeing a particular building, staring unabashedly at one of its windows.
“Aren’t you going ho?”
“Ho?
Where is a ho for you?” Han Fei got into the taxi and closed the car door.
“We’ve just earned another five points, now we have a total of thirty-five.
Did you eliminate a Grudge in that house?” Li Guo’er started the car, sensing that Han Fei indeed seed different since leaving, as if a person, who had been drawing close, suddenly started drifting away, losing so warmth and gaining an edge of danger.
“Marrying Ghosts attracted other things earlier, and she ended up killed by the Paperman,” Han Fei tapped on the car window as faces appeared above the car roof, pressing his hand against those of the deceased: “Let’s first bury the bodies of the dead, then head to the police station.”
“To the police station?” Li Guo’er turned incredulously: “Are you sure?”
“We’re going to give a big gift to F.”
“Are you planning to pin the death of the taxi passengers on F?” Li Guo’er was sharp; she got it imdiately: “Isn’t this too risky?
We could easily expose ourselves, too.”
“How could we earn points without Ghost Hunting?” Han Fei looked ahead: “F has killed more than one person, that Black Saber of his reeking with a murderous aura is proof enough, he won’t withstand investigation.”
Li Guo’er stopped objecting, while the silent Little Jia and Little You in the back seat didn’t dare to speak.
Ever since they had seen Han Fei until now, this seed to be the first ti they truly sensed Han Fei’s anger.
It was a cool fla of rage that was fearso even from a distance.
The taxi drove through the night.
The hidden Relics and Fragnts of bodies left by the driver were discovered by Han Fei, who then made another trip to the Perfect Life Inn to gather items related to the inn.
“What a pity for this place, in the entire city, only the owner of this inn wanted to unite all ga participants to cooperate in clearing the ga,” Li Guo’er knew very well that once the police start their investigation, regardless of whether F was affected or not, the inn was sure to close.
“Perfect Life?” Han Fei sat in the car looking at the inn’s sign: “If they keep standing in my way, then destroying ‘Perfect Life’ will be up to .”
Li Guo’er always felt that there was more to Han Fei’s words as if the Perfect Life he referred to was not rely the inn before them.
“Start the car, head to the police station.”
The fugitive was heading to the police station in the middle of the night.
Han Fei delivered a gift he had made to the police like he was quite accustod to it, as though it were a role he often played.
However, the other people in the car did not share his psychological fortitude.
They were extrely anxious and terrified.
As soon as Han Fei got back in the car, Li Guo’er started it without a word and raced off.
“Don’t drive recklessly; now we’re going to the bus’s terminal station.” Han Fei leaned against the seatback.
Because he was wearing a white smiling mask, the others in the car couldn’t tell what expression he had on his face at that mont.
“Why are we going there?”
“Do you rember the bus heading to Paradise from before?
The Laughing Soul wants to sneak into Paradise on that bus.
We need to find Kuangxiao,” Han Fei said, toying with his knife, which danced at his fingertips.
“There are too many people playing chess in this city.
So need to be cleared away.”
“You’re planning to cooperate with that madman?” Little Jia shook his head repeatedly.
“I saw it clearly that day.
A perfectly fine person suddenly started laughing madly, then an arm stretched out from his body, and the laughing person died on the spot!
If you want to cooperate with Kuangxiao, be careful you don’t end up with the sa fate!”
“I’m not cooperating with him.
We will kill everyone, then find a way to kill each other.” Han Fei’s fingers tapped against the car window to a monotonous, simple tune, as if with the raise of a knife and the fall of a blade, a head would roll to the ground.
The taxi drove through the night and arrived at the terminal station of the bus headed to Paradise where Han Fei and his companions blocked that bus.
“We don’t know how many trips this bus makes each night.
We can’t be sure that the person you’re looking for is here.”
“It doesn’t matter.
Follow it and kill all the malevolent ghosts.” Han Fei eyed the platform through the car window.
If the bus were full of ghosts, it would be very dangerous for anyone who got on, so the best course of action was to deal with them before they boarded.
The taxi could follow behind the bus.
After killing the ghosts at the station, they would continue to the next stop.
If Kuangxiao wanted to blend in with the passengers to get on the bus, then the two sides would surely et.
If Kuangxiao had already taken over soone working on the bus ahead of ti, he would co off to investigate upon seeing so many anomalies, much like the ti Kuangxiao took action after the boy’s corpse caused too many deaths.
Ti ticked away, second by second, and it was now the latter part of the night.
After clearing two platforms in succession, Han Fei noticed a student on the third stop of the route—or more precisely, an adult wearing a school uniform.
The man was in his twenties, pale-faced, wearing glasses, and carrying a very old backpack.
He did not dare to join the other passengers, standing alone in the corner of the bus station.
It didn’t matter to him if others cut in line; he appeared to be accustod to being the last one.
“Stop the car.” After signaling to Li Guo’er, Han Fei got out and walked onto the platform.
When the adult in the school uniform saw Han Fei, he voluntarily moved back, allowing Han Fei to cut ahead in line.
“You don’t mind standing in front of you?” Han Fei turned back to look at the man, whose gaze was shifty, “This spot should have been yours.”
“Soone has to be the very last, right?” The man hesitated for a long ti before speaking his first sentence.
He scratched his unwashed hair for several days and spoke in fits and starts.
“How did you beco like this?
Can you tell what happened to you?” Han Fei was still unclear about the prerequisites for Kuangxiao’s choice of host.
It seed the more fragile a person’s heart was, the easier it was for Kuangxiao to tear through their psychological defenses, transforming them into a monster.
“Nothing ever happened to , and nobody has ever bullied .
I was just living my life quietly, no stealing, no robbing, no competing…” The man seed to have not spoken this much in a long ti, and he was a little out of breath.
“So you’re still a gentle person.”
“Gentle?” The man laughed uncomfortably, a bitter and unsightly smile on his face, “When self-doubt overflows, it becos the so-called gentleness people see because that’s all I have left.”
“That’s a false gentleness you have, being kind to everyone around you but harsh to yourself.
Don’t you think that’s unfair to you?” Han Fei took a step forward, “You’re already so grown up yet you’re still wearing a school uniform, living in the past, marking ti.”
“Stop talking, please just stop…” The man in the school uniform attempted to walk forward, but his path was blocked by Han Fei, “The bus is about to leave, if you don’t get on now, you won’t make it to Paradise.”
“Why do you want to go to Paradise?
Because you’re still a child?”
“Let go.” The man in the school uniform took a step, and Han Fei moved forward too, not giving an inch.
The man in the school uniform didn’t manage to dodge and fell to the ground.
“I have my own car.
Answer my question, and I can drive you over.”
“No need.” The man climbed up from the ground, looking at the bus that had already started, his expression becoming more anxious, “Let on the bus, move aside, please move aside!”
His speech quickened and the expression on his face slowly began to change.
His mouth, which seed never to smile, curved slightly upward — his emotions, which had been pent up for a very long ti, seed to be on the verge of exploding under the guidance of so invisible force.
“Please, let get on the bus, I need to get to Paradise.” The man picked up his backpack, but it seed like he didn’t hold on to it properly, as a bunch of clothes stained with blood and a wrapped knife fell out.
He hastily tried to pick them up and stuff them back into the backpack, but the zipper seed to break right then, refusing to close.
“It’s not like that, I’ve always been obedient.
Ever since I was little, I’ve listened to my mom and dad, never causing trouble, always proactively apologizing and admitting mistakes.
It’s not my fault this ti; I didn’t kill them, these things aren’t mine, soone else stuffed them into my bag.” The man’s body was that of an adult, but ntally he seed be trapped at a certain stage, never having moved past it.
“Listen to , I didn’t kill my mom and dad, you can ask the neighbors, I’ve always been the most obedient child in the community!
I’ve never done anything out of line!
You believe , right?
Promise you won’t talk about this, okay?”
Clutching his broken backpack, the man in the school uniform, with his blood-stained clothes, presented a stark contrast, continuously repeating those words while a strange smile grew increasingly prominent on his lips.
After the ntal strain snapped, the countless negative emotions that had built up inside him suddenly burst out!
His mouth split into a grin, his eyes bulging out, revealing an extrely exaggerated smile.
“Nobody will believe I could kill them; even they wouldn’t believe it!
I’ve always been the most obedient child, but why is it that the more obedient the child, the more they get bullied?”
Piercing laughter sounded as Han Fei witnessed the man’s emotional breakdown, completely overtaken by maniacal laughter.
He still wasn’t sure what sort of entity Kuangxiao was or the extent of his power, but at least he had figured out a few conditions that needed to be t for Kuangxiao to take control of soone.
The more significant a person’s psychological vulnerability and the more negative emotions accumulated inside, the easier it was for them to be influenced by Kuangxiao, to beco his puppet.
“If Kuangxiao only has this little ability, then he doesn’t pose much of a threat to .”
Han Fei took out Accompany, silently staring at the man controlled by Kuangxiao, “An old busybody told to be careful of five types of people in this city, and you’re one of them.
I ca to you for a simple reason — are you interested in joining to drive the other four out of this city?”
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