Chapter 784: Chapter 784 Perfectly Blending into the Lives of the Local Residents
Han Fei had never seen such a degenerate and filthy place in the Deep World before. The ghosts and monsters in other places were at most only brutal and fierce, but this skyscraper was eroding people’s hearts, rotting their souls.
Deep inside Red Alley and the outside world were two different realms. Under the dim, dark red lighting, all the “guests” who ca here shed their usual disguises, crazily venting long-suppressed desires. Their perverted and terrifying thoughts were satisfied, while the n and won locked in the rooms weren’t even considered toys.
However foul and disgusting, this place did have advantages over reality, naly fairness.
Once the “guests” lost everything and still did not wish to leave, they would beco the new “toys” in the rooms, and this was the order of Red Alley.
Walking down the mold-ridden streets, the weird slls in the air made souls stir. rely listening to the sounds coming from rooms on either side, one could generally imagine the terrible scenes inside.
Sister Hong didn’t dare to raise her head, clenching her teeth as she moved forward. The thirty-plus ter corridor took them a very long ti to cross to the end.
The ground was piled with thick scabs of blood, and strange red plants grew from it, resembling fingers reaching out from the blood-mud.
“The tobacco for Blood Smoke is cultivated by the Master of Red Alley; everyone on this floor smokes Blood Smoke, but only she knows the process of making it,” Sister Hong said, looking towards the blood-red door at the end of the hallway, her eyes filled with ambition, hatred, and fear. “The followers of Divine Spirit really hate coming here, so we have ample ti to prepare.”
“Leave it to ,” said Han Fei without any hesitation, although he only had one drop of blood to his na.
Touching the Ghost Pattern with his fingers, Han Fei softly called for Nine-life, and a stitched-up monster with a cat’s face crawled out from the pattern.
Having been together for so long, Nine-life no longer harbored any hostility towards Han Fei, and its loyalty had been greatly enhanced within Fu Sheng’s mory Shrine.
“Open the door.”
With its scar-riddled hand full of stitches pushing the mold-covered door, Nine-life pulled open the great door to the room of the Master of Red Alley.
The thick, gummy filth of blood flowed out from the crack of the door, and the pungent stench of decay was so strong that not even Blood Smoke could mask it.
Han Fei and Sister Hong looked into the room together. The spacious living room was piled up with various transformation tools, and the walls were covered with human skins that had been stitched and repaired.
The ground, filled with blood mud, was planted with odd reddish-brown things that were unclear whether they were animals or plants.
Covering their noses and mouths, Han Fei reached into the Ghost Pattern again and pulled out a mass of shadow, directing it along with Nine-life to enter the room.
After ensuring there were no lethal traps, Han Fei walked to the center of the living room and looked towards the bedroom next door. Inside the lavishly decorated room, there was a huge mirror, in front of which sat a woman nearly two ters tall, playing with her hair.
The woman hung her head low; her skin was as white as snow, flawless, with astonishing proportions. Judging from her silhouette alone, she must have been a beauty of unparalleled grace.
“Is she the Master of Red Alley?”
Suddenly, the door slamd shut, and the blood mud on the floor surged and undulated like waves. The woman sitting in front of the bedroom mirror carefully arranged her hair and slowly turned her head around.
Underneath the perfect exterior, there lay a face rotting away, uneven and full of scars.
“Who let you in?” the man’s voice emanated from that face, and as he spoke, the skin on his face began to crack.
His eyes, filled with malicious intent, swept over the elderly man and Nine-life before settling on Han Fei, “What beautiful skin, but I despise handso and perfect n!”
The hidden profession Pretty Man seed to have a negative effect on the Master of Red Alley; without another word, he launched an attack on Han Fei.
The monster’s speed was astoundingly fast. Han Fei only saw a white blur before five slender, pale fingers appeared before his eyes.
The snow-white, milky-smooth skin started to crumble from the fingertips, revealing pitted and necrotic bones wrapped in blood silk.
“This fast?”
Han Fei had pushed the talent of the Dawn Butcher to its limits, but still couldn’t completely dodge. Fortunately, he was cautious and calm, having applied “Double Insurance” to himself before entering the room.
The Nine-life Cat Ghost was in the open, while the little pet raised by Xu Qin lurked in the shadows.
The Master of Red Alley failed to notice the subtle difference between the shadows by Han Fei and the surrounding darkness. As he attempted to pierce through Han Fei’s skull, a deep black “python” viciously bit down on his arm.
“Rebirth!”
Ordinary players, left with only a drop of blood and unable to exit the ga, would typically choose a more cautious combat style, but Han Fei belonged to that unique kind of player.
The brilliant gleam of his saber dispersed the blood fog in the room, and Han Fei aid a strike at the Master of Red Alley’s neck!
Putrid black blood scattered across the floor as the Master of Red Alley’s head, which looked stunning from behind, rolled to the ground.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Both the elder and Sister Hong were also taken by surprise—they had assud Han Fei was a Beast Tar-like figure, with a weak physical presence, but that strike had completely proved Han Fei’s close-combat ability.
From their perspective, it seed like Han Fei had everything under control, using himself as bait while remaining calm and composed even as the enemy approached.
“No kill prompt from the system?”
Han Fei promptly widened the gap between them, restraining the elder and Sister Hong from getting closer, “That monster isn’t dead yet!”
Black blood continued to flow from the Master of Red Alley’s neck. After the headless corpse stood motionless for a mont, a multitude of cracks began appearing at the severed neck, and the perfect human-skin garnt slowly peeled away to reveal an ugly, filthy, deford man beneath.
“Prepare to retreat!” Han Fei loudly warned Sister Hong and the elder. They thought Han Fei was sensing danger, but in the next second, they witnessed an utterly shocking sight.
A giant ghost, nearly five ters in height, erged from the Ghost Pattern, demolishing the walls of the living room and adjacent chambers, and with a surge of calamity, it bit toward the still “transforming” Master of Red Alley.
Han Fei knew that the Master of Red Alley must possess so special abilities to have seized control of Red Alley. But in a life-and-death struggle, he wasn’t foolish enough to give his opponent ti to use those special abilities.
Nor could the Master of Red Alley ever have imagined that a plain, clean-looking young man would, in the next mont, be the source of such a terrifying behemoth.
It tried to rebel, but it was already too late. Big Evil clamped onto its body, and the pitch-black Soul Poison seed to viciously puml its soul like huge waves.
The Nine-life Cat Ghost was a decoy, the shadowy giant python kept by Xu Qin in the dark was the insurance, but the true killing move was Big Evil.
A painful howl rose, and even Sister Hong felt sowhat uncomfortable at the sight of this bloody and brutal scene.
The Master of Red Alley was very hard to kill, no one knew how to inflict a fatal wound on it, and nobody knew what it had done to its own body.
But Big Evil had no such concerns; it was ready to devour the Master of Red Alley whole, crushing and digesting everything regardless of where the heart was hidden.
After a dozen seconds, only a pool of Black Blood was left on the ground. Big Evil’s belly was slightly bulging. Xu Qin’s pet, the shadowy python, stared longingly at Big Evil, wanting a share, but didn’t dare to approach.
“Is it killed just like that?”
As if to answer Sister Hong’s question, Big Evil opened its mouth and spat out a ragged piece of Human Skin.
On its back, next to the na Zhu Wu, a new na appeared—Pox-faced Chang.
After the ergence of the new sin, Big Evil’s skin appeared to receive so reinforcent.
“Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully killed the Ghost Craftsman and destroyed his new clothing! You are one step away from completing the mission; you need to repair that piece of new clothing according to your own ideas!”
The Ghost Craftsman was killed, but the mission was not yet complete.
Han Fei picked up the “clothing” from the ground and walked into the bedroom of the Ghost Craftsman, which had been arranged as his daughter’s room.
On the surface, it seed unremarkable, but a thorough search made Han Fei realize how psychopathic the Ghost Craftsman really was.
He had transford the wooden bed and wardrobe for himself to hide and spy.
In the drawer of the Ghost Craftsman’s dressing table, Han Fei also found a very delicate little box containing a tattered diary filled with words of despair.
The foster daughter had discovered the acts of the Ghost Craftsman, who not only didn’t stop but beca even more unscrupulous.
After he turned his foster daughter into clothing, he even specially collected her diary, constantly reviewing it to seek the original feeling.
“Truly sick to the core!”
In the drawer, Han Fei also found the Ghost Craftsman’s designs for new clothing and various tools. Besides that, by following clues provided in the foster daughter’s diary, he found a strange order and several bottles filled with reddish-brown liquid underneath the hidden compartnt of the wooden bed.
“The Ghost Craftsman kept both the Coins and the foster daughter’s diary in a drawer but hid this item in a secret compartnt; it seems this is more important to him than the money or his foster daughter’s Relics.”
The order’s cover bore a withering flower, sowhat resembling the symbol of the Death Spread Group Chat. The content of the order was ludicrous; it asked the Ghost Craftsman to produce a most beautiful article of clothing from the skin of a hundred female victims.
There was no ti limit, and the advance paynt was those few old bottles.
“That bottle doesn’t contain wine, it holds tiny bugs and the blood of devotees.” Sister Hong quickly stopped Han Fei, who wanted to open the bottle to check, “The Blood Smoke in Red Alley is made from this stuff and corpses; it’s a banned substance, and once it’s seen by the devotees, it will bring big trouble.”
“Isn’t this skyscraper the domain of the Divine Spirit? Is there soone bold enough to target His devotees?”
“To fulfill their inner evil, they can do anything.” Sister Hong gazed at the bottles under the bed, a glint of greed flashing in her eyes, “These Blood Bottles can help us control Red Alley better.”
“Is that all you aspire to, just to control one Red Alley?” Han Fei casually threw the Bone Coins from the Master of Red Alley’s drawer into Big Evil’s mouth, dragging the ragged “clothing” outside.
Sister Hong and the elderly man followed behind Han Fei, “What are you going to do?”
“Repair this piece of clothing.” Han Fei stood in the corridor, with Big Evil, and Nine-life erging from the blood-red smoke, opening the doors of several guest rooms.
Those guests who were still unrestrainedly venting their resentnt and rage, torturing the n and won in the rooms, had no idea that Big Evil would suddenly appear.
Blood rain sprinkled; the screams in Red Alley were especially piercing tonight.
As the instigator of it all, Han Fei stood between the rows of guest rooms, a look of disdain for fate on his face.
“As long as I can safely exit the ga this ti, I can go to the real world to seek help from the police, to review all the homicide cases in Xinhu over the past fifty years. After I understand those cases, it will be much easier to act in this building, knowing the enemy as well as myself.”
Han Fei wasn’t frightened because he had mistakenly entered the building, and even if he was down to a single drop of blood, he was still desperately trying to survive.
Of course, only Han Fei himself thought he was struggling to live; the elderly man and Sister Hong both felt like he was right at ho here, as if he was born for Sin Land itself.
Cunning, deceptive, evil, powerful, unfathomably mysterious, and in his bones soaked with madness, this supercriminal who disregarded the rules and was ambitious, bizarrely also possessed the capabilities of a Cri Chaser.
“You two, co help as well.”
Nine-life and Big Evil dragged corpses out of the guest rooms, while Han Fei took out the Ghost Craftsman’s design, selecting suitable skin to nd the new clothing.
Most people in Red Alley were guilty, but Han Fei wasn’t indiscriminate in his killing. He would use the Rebirth Slaughter Saber to test; if any residents still had so humanity left, he would try to give them a chance.
As for those who had completely lost their humanity, Han Fei would not treat them as human beings at all.
“Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully completed the E-level hidden map mission—Ghost Craftsman case! You are awarded double experience points! You have obtained the F-level common Talent Skillful Hand! You have qualified for the transformation to the Hidden Profession of Cri Chaser!”
“Skillful Hand (Sinful Hand): Your hands have beco even more dexterous; when engaging in criminal activities, you will receive additional bonuses!”
“Cri Chaser (Profession compatibility 85 percent): Successfully capture or kill one hundred special criminals to complete the transformation.”
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