696: Chapter 696: The Ho of the Fourth Child 696: Chapter 696: The Ho of the Fourth Child Breaking free from the shackles of past karma to be reborn is one definition of rebirth.
Han Fei gripped the handle of the saber.
He felt the saber was incredibly heavy yet paradoxically light.
His companions entrusted all that was beautiful to Han Fei, and they held the saber together with him.
“Level D exclusive.”
The previous Rebirth Saber could already slay hatred, but now it seed even sharper.
As the mirror connecting Building 7 and “Building 8” shattered, all the beautiful aspects of human nature were absorbed by the Rebirth Saber, and the delicate balance was completely destroyed.
Souls trapped in nightmares until death surged upward with resentnt, and the building piled with corpses collapsed thunderously.
Corpses, like bricks, fell from the walls, initiating a rain of corpses in the deep underground.
The souls filled with negative emotions swept past Han Fei, frantically occupying every inch of the hospital, venting their anger, leaving behind curses and resentnt until their bodies beca transparent and slowly dissipated.
Han Fei led the others out of Building 7.
Once again, he witnessed the severe consequences of the intrusion of the Deep World into reality.
Long-suppressed resentnt, once erupted, turned reality into their outlet for anger.
“Did Fu Sheng create the Perfect Life Ga just to use that ga, which can connect to human consciousness, as a ‘mirror’ between the Deep World and reality?”
The main selling point of the Perfect Life Ga was warm healing, containing all the beauty of the mortal world, much like the mirror that connected Building 7 and “Building 8.” Building 7 represented reality, and Building 8 represented the Deep World.
Thinking this way, everything matched up.
“‘Perfect Life’ is a buffer zone.
Fu Sheng’s real intention might have been to use ‘Perfect Life’ to heal the Deep World.”
The idea was nice, but too idealistic.
In the face of imnse interests, not to ntion others, even Fu Sheng’s own brother, Fu Tian, had differences with him.
The current situation had reached its most complex stage.
If not handled well, it could lead to the worst possible outco.
The wildly chaotic, bloody city outside was not a hypothetical or an illusion but sothing that had truly happened, only to be buried afterward.
Everything in the Shrine mory World was constructed based on mories of events that had actually occurred.
Glancing at the ergency room overwheld by Resentnt Spirits, Han Fei called Yan Le to his side, “You said the Butterfly prepared eight shells.
Where are the other six?”
“There’s another one in Building 4 of Happiness Residental Community; it’s an orphan.” Yan Le’s mother pointed at a wound on her daughter’s abdon, “I’ll tell you about the other five as well.”
The Happiness Residental Community held a very special place for Han Fei.
When he heard this location from Yan Le’s mother, his eyebrows briefly raised but quickly returned to normal.
In the hospital, they found various dical tools, and a player who was a professional doctor helped treat Yan Le’s wounds.
Then, the group took a vehicle and rushed to the Happiness Residental Community.
“The original Happiness Residental Community was specifically created to house those orphans.
That Residental Community should be the unluckiest place in the entire city,” Yan Le’s mother continued speaking as her daughter’s condition improved, “Paradise managers need to be selected from among those who are desperate.
However, most of the desperate do not et their criteria, so at one point, soone ca up with a thod.
Under the guise of charity, he opened a private welfare ho specifically to adopt abandoned infants and orphans.
He followed his own agenda to cultivate various desperate children, imbuing each with different negative emotions, artificially creating monsters.”
Hearing Yan Le’s mother’s words, the expressions of the people in the car darkened.
They had thought that “Dream” was the most brutal and disgusting among the five managers, but it turned out that “Human” was almost the sa.
“Every child has their own personality.
The staff mbers screen them and, ultimately, the children who grow up are sent to Happiness Orphanage to choose suitable parents for them.”
“What do you an by suitable parents?”
“Children don’t have the right to choose their parents.
It’s the sa for orphans in the welfare ho.
To mold the personality they want, staff mbers specifically look for adults with character flaws and place the orphans in these families to grow up twisted within these defects.” Yan Le’s mom knew a lot; the previous manager listened quietly beside them, his hands clenched tightly before helplessly letting go.
“My ho is also in Happiness Residental Community.
Could it be that I grew up in that kind of environnt?” Han Fei had yet to recall his childhood mories, it seed the most painful parts had been taken away by Kuangxiao.
“You also live in Happiness Residental Community?” Yan Le’s mom paused, stared at Han Fei for a long ti, then changed her tone, “I know you must resent them, but right now the bigger picture is more important.
We should focus on dealing with ‘Dream,’ and try not to involve other managers.”
“Don’t worry, soone else is dealing with Fu Sheng and Paradise.
What we need to do is clear the city of ghosts and disrupt the Dream’s ceremony.” Kuangxiao said he would handle Fu Sheng and Paradise; Han Fei trusted him a lot, which could be considered confidence in so way.
The black taxi sped on the highway.
After rescuing the residual soul of Fu Sheng, Han Fei’s view of the city had changed.
So people, even if they only existed in mories, deserved redemption.
Along the way, whenever Han Fei saw a ghost or monster, he would take action.
While he was accumulating Paradise Points for Li Guo’er, the team following him grew increasingly larger.
In the chaotic city overrun with ghosts and monsters, Han Fei brought hope to everyone.
The black taxi had beco a kaidan that everyone hoped to encounter.
“Han Fei, aren’t we being a bit too high-profile?
If we keep this up, we’ll also attract the attention of those big ghosts.” Little Jia looked behind at the growing convoy.
More and more people were escaping; hos were no longer safe.
Ghosts and monsters could appear from anywhere without warning, this indescribable fear could drive people insane.
“Kuangxiao is responsible for creating chaos; I am responsible for maintaining the most basic order.
We can send these people to Happiness Residental Community later.
I want to make Happiness Residental Community recognized as a truly happy place.”
On his way, Han Fei encountered various types of ghosts and monsters—so hid in the shadows, others disguised themselves as living humans mingling in the crowd.
They were unpredictable, but fortunately, Han Fei was extrely experienced in handling these creatures, thus saving most of the city’s residents.
Han Fei’s on-site teaching also eye-opened the players; they could never imagine that a horror film actor could beco a real master of ghost hunting.
Only now did they realize that while others were just acting, Han Fei was actually doing it.
The convoy following Han Fei grew larger and larger; they were all people that Han Fei had casually saved.
Han Fei never forced them; those citizens voluntarily followed the black taxi towards the city’s edge.
By noon, the sky had brightened sowhat.
The ghosts temporarily retreated back into the shadows, and cries covered the entire city.
Given a brief respite, the survivors now had ti to grieve, but what they didn’t know was that their future days would grow more desperate by the day, and the dayti would gradually shorten until the sun never rose again.
In the middle of the journey, Han Fei t up with the police who had fallen into nightmares the previous night, and then they headed to Happiness Residental Community together.
“Everyone, don’t run around just yet.
Wait for to clear out these buildings.” Happiness Residental Community held a special significance for Han Fei.
He didn’t want his ho to be wantonly desecrated by external ghosts, so he planned to turn it into a refuge impervious to ghost attacks.
Han Fei never underestimated the terror of ghosts and monsters, but he wouldn’t underestimate human adaptability either.
With so many citizens gathered here, there would always be a few special individuals like Little You.
They represented the hope of a different path.
This path was destined to be difficult, and many would die.
In reality, Han Fei wouldn’t dare to try it, so he could only go all out within the Shrine mory World.
He didn’t need to consider the life or death of others; he just had to stake his own life.
Holding the Rebirth Saber, Han Fei entered Building One and found that all the residents with the surna Fu had already left, seemingly having preempted the disaster.
“They ran quite fast.
I was originally planning to stuff you all into the Ghost Pattern.”
Only a few Little Ghosts remained in the building, which Han Fei fed to Little You’s mother and the Spirit Car.
Along the way, Little You’s mother had devoured many ghosts and monsters, and she had successfully transford into a Resentnt Spirit.
In many ways, Little You’s mother and Yan Le’s mother were similar, only differing in their definitions of protection, which led to different outcos.
Building One, Building Two…
When Han Fei got to Building Four, the Chou Cat in his backpack suddenly bristled, and the Red Rope in his hand instantly tightened.
“It seems this building harbors a big one.” Han Fei rembered his previous encounters in the Happiness Residential Community, where a terrifying ghost, entirely born from despair, lurked in the dark depths.
“Last ti I was concerned about Xu Qin, worried about her safety and eager to see her.
Do you think you could really scare off otherwise?” Han Fei gripped the Rebirth, letting Little You, Yan Le, and other players follow behind, as they slowly entered Building Four.
The corridor was pitch dark; all light entering here twisted, and the air carried the scent of incense burning, with many half-burned pieces of Yellow Paper scattered on the floor.
“These aren’t Paper Money, they look more like Talismans for sealing ghosts.” The previous brain picked up a half piece of Yellow Paper, studying it for a long ti.
“Look at these patterns.
Do they resemble those made of dead people’s hair on the hospital walls?”
“Are these Talismans really effective against ghosts?”
“Most likely useless, otherwise they wouldn’t all be burned.” The previous brain threw away the Yellow Paper, looking curiously at the corridor.
“Every ceremony in the dream seems different.
Using Yan Le as a vessel got us the maze map, using the past Fu Sheng because he was chosen by another manager.
I wonder what worthy items are hidden in Building Four.”
“Every building in the Happiness Residential Community corresponds to an orphan; the building number is the orphan’s ID.
The dream seems to value the Fourth Child highly.” Yan Le’s mother seed to detect sothing, furrowing her brows.
“There’s an aura here that makes very uncomfortable.”
Little You’s mother felt it too, constantly emitting howls as if to warn Han Fei.
“An aura that even ghosts and monsters despise.” Han Fei gripped the Red Rope, leading at the front.
The first floor had no residents, and the rooms on the second floor were all empty.
When Han Fei reached the third floor, he saw an old lady kneeling in the center of the corridor.
“Seems to be a living person?”
The old lady looked about eighty years old, her body shrinking together, facing the middle of the corridor.
“Granny?
Do you need to call an ambulance?” Little Jia, likely having been scamd before, took out his phone while approaching, habitually recording.
The skinny old lady seed a bit hard of hearing.
She quietly muttered sothing, showing no reaction to the outside world.
Little Jia hesitated as he approached.
Just as he was about to help the old woman, her hands on her sides suddenly lifted, grabbing Little Jia’s shoulders: “Don’t block the way!
You’re blocking the path of the Yin God!”
Under her filthy hair hid a trendously horrifying face, her features covered in various scriptures, and it seed she even had a piece of phalanx in her mouth.
“Old lady, has sothing happened in your ho?” Han Fei found the elderly woman very peculiar.
Most living humans and ghosts in the previous buildings had left, but only this old lady remained here alone.
“Move aside!
Don’t block the path of the Yin God!” The old lady was agitated, her frail hands scooping up ashes from the Incense Burner and scattering them on the people.
“Don’t get excited.
Looking at you, it seems like soone in your family is Under Curse.
I have a natural ability for Spirit Communication, know a little about calling forth Yin Gods, and even have so connections with passing Nether Soldiers.” As Han Fei spoke, his deanor had already changed, his Acting having reached a level where it flowed naturally.
Seeing the old woman’s attitude soften, Han Fei pulled out the props needed for the Resurrection Ceremony from his backpack: “If you don’t mind, I could try to help.”
After a standoff in the corridor, the old woman let go of Little Jia and climbed up from the ground.
“Sothing unknown has possessed my grandson.
I want to drive it out of his body.”
“Could you take to see him?”
“Fine, but only you can enter the room.” The old lady staggered towards the upstairs, Han Fei indicating for the others to stay put while he alone followed her.
The higher they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere beca.
Yellow Talismans were visible everywhere on the walls, a Copper Bell hung on the handrail of the stairs, and incense burners and bowls were placed in the corners.
“Did you prepare all these by yourself?”
“Yes.” The old lady leaned against the wall as she walked up.
“Don’t be too surprised when you see my grandson.
He’s just possessed by sothing; he’s still human.”
The old woman didn’t usually say much, but her reminder made Han Fei slightly nervous.
“Do you an he no longer looks human?”
A cold wind blew, the Yellow Talisman Papers falling to the floor.
The old lady didn’t say a word but led Han Fei to the fourth floor.
They hadn’t climbed many floors, but it felt like they’d walked a great distance, reaching an entirely different place.
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