My Healing Games

Chapter 344 4144?

Han Fei's movements were so skillful that before the woman and the middle-aged man could react, the situation on the field had already undergone a dramatic change.

They thought they were cornered by a vengeful ghost, but unexpectedly, Han Fei took the initiative and "carried" the other person into the bedroom.

First, he shattered the mask with a single slash, then directly locked the throat, stuffed the paper figure into the other person's wound, and covered the other person's mouth to prevent them from making a sound.

The middle-aged man got goosebumps just looking at him. He now seriously doubted Han Fei's profession, wondering if Han Fei really did work in that line of work in real life.

The vengeful ghost controlling the youngest daughter had never experienced anything like this before. By the time he realized what was happening, the person had already entered the bedroom.

To onlookers, Han Fei covered the other man's mouth to prevent him from making a sound, but in reality, Han Fei directly covered the wound caused by the Rebirth Blade to prevent him from taking out the blood-red paper figure!

Following the wound on the face, the paper figure had crawled into the heart of the vengeful ghost; this was truly killing the ghost and destroying its spirit.

The cracks on the face began to spread all over the body. At first, a black, blood-like substance would flow out, and gradually, scraps of paper would start to flow from the ghost's wounds.

Noticing the abnormality in his body, the vengeful ghost opened his eyes wide, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He swore from the bottom of his heart that he had no intention of speaking up to warn others; he just wanted to open his mouth and spit out the paper figure.

Unfortunately, the more he struggled, the less Han Fei dared to let go, and he even took the opportunity to deliver a few more blows.

Ten minutes later, the vengeful ghost stopped struggling; its skin was as thin as paper and would crumble at the slightest touch.

As the middle-aged man and woman stared in disbelief, a blood-red paper figure crawled out of the vengeful ghost's heart. After eating and drinking its fill, the blood on its body became even more vibrant.

"No way? I just wanted it to be quiet." Han Fei removed his hand from the other's mouth. The ghostly face had turned black, and the eerie soul poison was destroying his appearance like venomous insects.

"I used the hand that the Great Evil was hiding in?"

Han Fei acted purely on instinct, a habit honed through countless life-and-death experiences. He never expected that the vengeful ghost would be devoured by the blood-red paper figure.

"Don't stray so far from me." Han Fei glanced at the woman and the middle-aged man. He wanted to put the vengeful ghost down, but as soon as he let go, the ghost scattered like scraps of paper.

He accidentally destroyed the evidence.

"This vengeful ghost isn't too strong... it's probably only a minor resentment," Han Fei tried to explain to his companion.

“We understand. It’s not hard to understand why a security guard would know how to cover up a body.” The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei’s blood-stained security uniform and seemed to understand a lot. Although he was afraid, he still needed Han Fei to leave, so he chose to go along with Han Fei’s wishes. He would do whatever Han Fei asked him to do and try not to anger Han Fei.

"What should we do with this girl?" the woman changed the subject, staring at the girl on the ground who seemed familiar.

"Let's take her back to her room. We can take a look at what that idol under her bed is all about."

Han Fei dragged Zhuang Ren's second daughter along, quietly walked through the living room, and opened the door to her bedroom.

This is a very normal and ordinary bedroom, clean and tidy, with everything neatly arranged, and you can't find anything related to summoning spirits or evil magic.

"The more bizarre something is, the more likely it is to be disguised as normal in normal times."

Han Fei placed the girl on the bed, and then he immediately lifted the sheets.

Under the bed was a shattered statue that bore a resemblance to the vengeful ghost from before.

"He's not a god at all, just a resentful person pretending to be one."

Han Fei reached out to touch the fragments of the statue, but as soon as he put his hand under the bed, the landlord's ring on his hand emitted a chilling coldness.

"Is there anything else under the bed?"

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that a black cloth covered the area near the wall.

Reaching out to remove the black cloth, an extreme chill swept into his body. Han Fei discovered that the space beneath the wall had been hollowed out, and inside were countless statues of gods!

A series of eerie faces stared at Han Fei. The statue was obviously very rough, but Han Fei felt as if he were being stared at by living people, as if one ghost after another was imprisoned inside the statue.

If the ghosts in the statues were at least minor resentments, then with so many statues combined, Han Fei could hardly imagine how many ghosts were in Zhuang Ren's second daughter's room.

“This is not the first time her mother has brought back idols. This cycle has happened too many times since they died, but they don’t remember it anymore.”

Daring not to make a sound, Han Fei possessed the Rebirth Blade and the Blood-Red Paper Doll, which could deal with small resentful spirits and escape from medium-sized ones. However, facing the countless resentful spirits under the bed, he was certain to die.

"This room is far more dangerous than I imagined." Han Fei looked at the statues, a question arising in his mind: "What is the purpose of these statues? Why are they placed in the Zhuang family's house? Is it to absorb the Zhuang family's aura?"

Before I could even figure out the previous question, a new one popped up: "Why did Butterfly imprison Zhuang Ren's family? And why did she go to all that trouble to have them summon their spirits in the deeper world?"

The butterfly has the ability to pull people into the deeper world. If it wants to bring Zhuang Ren into the deeper world, it can do so by paying a price. Why make Zhuang Ren's family try again and again?

"If it's not because the butterfly's ability has such a great limitation, then it's because Zhuang Ren is special; he's different from the others."

Han Fei continued to think along this line. Zhuang Ren was just an ordinary horror film director. The only connection he had with the Deep World was that his neighbor was the chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals. The chairman had spoken to Zhuang Ren when he was young and gave him the Dead Building Game.

"The Dead Building Game?!" A thought suddenly flashed through Han Fei's mind: "The Dead Building Game was created by the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals. His brother, Fu Sheng, possesses the Black Box. Could these two brothers have hidden some secret within the Dead Building Game?"

Previously, Han Fei only regarded Zhuang Ren as an ordinary person who was caught up in an accident, but now he has slowly changed his opinion, and there may be something hidden in Zhuang Ren.

"Once I quit the game this time, I must ask Zhuang Ren a good question. If he is willing to cooperate, I will find a way to let him play 'Perfect Life' and recruit him into the Deep World."

Zhuang Ren longed to see his family, and Han Fei possessed leverage that he could hardly refuse.

With a plan in mind, Han Fei gently lowered the black cloth covering the statues. But the moment the cloth fell, all the rough statues turned around and opened their eyes.

The black cloth had already fallen, and Han Fei almost thought it was his imagination.

He stared intently at the black cloth, and after only a few seconds, faces appeared on the cloth, as if the statues had come to life.

"withdraw!"

Without hesitation, Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man and woman and ran out of the bedroom. They pushed open the security door to the living room and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

During his escape, Han Fei didn't forget to look back at the house number.

"Room 4144? Three '4's?!"

Han Fei knew exactly what that room number meant; he could hardly believe it—the room number where the ghost who jumped from the building was located only contained two fours. Although the ghost who jumped from the building was divided into several parts, it was still an existence bordering on hatred.

"Could it be that hatred resides in room 4144? Is it Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter? Or is it one of the 'gods' in the statue?"

Thanks to the guild leader who dug up that scumbag!
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