My Healing Games

Chapter 362 Paper Dolls Borrowing a Path (Third Update)

"The indistinct lyrics in the song are related to summoning the soul, and the mournful music in the Dead Tower also seems to be related to summoning the soul. What's more, on the night of the return of the soul, the song and the mournful music sounded in the Dead Tower at the same time. Has this coincidence also occurred in the future?"

Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine at the thought that his enemies might have seen the future. How would he deal with an enemy who could foresee the future?

The funeral music in the stairwell grew closer. He suppressed his fear, poked his head out of the stairwell, and peered up through the gap in the stairwell.

Around the tenth floor, rows of white paper lanterns swayed gently, and on the rusty stair railings were pairs of pale, paper-mache human hands.

"Paper figures? Paper figures for a funeral?"

The funeral music was still some distance from the fourth floor, so Han Fei decided to go to the sixth floor to check before the music arrived. It would be even better if he could get into room 4064.

He is a very decisive person; once he makes a decision, he acts immediately without any hesitation.

"Unable to exit the game, it seems I can't afford to take any chances tonight, I have to fight for my life."

The funeral music grew louder and louder, and even the residents inside the building were hiding in their rooms. Han Fei, however, headed straight up to the sixth floor.

Racing against time, taking several steps at a time, when Han Fei reached the sixth floor, the funeral music was already right above him, the two of them very close.

"quick!"

Before entering the sixth-floor corridor, Han Fei pulled open the emergency exit and glanced up at the ceiling.

A series of colorful baby faces peeked out from the stairs, looking down at Han Fei.

The faces covered in paint were illuminated by the firelight from the lanterns; they were clearly just paper figures, yet they seemed to possess their own lives.

Staring at those colorful paper figures, Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine. Without giving them another glance, he immediately ran into the safety door.

“Paper figures! They’re all paper figures! They’re somewhat similar to the paper store manager of a convenience store, but much larger than the Yimin Convenience Store Manager!”

The funeral music was too close to him, and Han Fei didn't dare to turn around. He wanted to run to the other side of the sixth-floor corridor, but he discovered many strange things while passing through the corridor.

It's unclear when it started, but every household in the dead building now has a white bowl filled with grains placed at their door, with ashes from burning paper money scattered around the bowl and chopsticks.

Even more bizarrely, some families have made a paper ladder woven from yellow paper and thin rope on the center of their doors. The ladder hangs down from the window above the door and rests on the door panel, as if they hope that visitors will not enter through the main door, but instead enter the house through the paper ladder.

"Was that paper ladder specifically for ghosts?" Han Fei remembered that an old man once said that a person's soul returns seven days after death. Some wealthy families have a strong yang energy at their main entrance, so they make a soul ladder to allow the deceased to avoid the main entrance when entering the house.

Han Fei walked quickly forward without looking closely, and only stopped when he reached the door of room 4064.

At this moment, the funeral music was already playing between the seventh and sixth floors, and the paper figures were walking this way!
Looking at the door of room 4064, a yellowed paper ladder hangs on the old door panel, and many grains of rice are stuck together in the white bowl by the door. Most importantly, two blurry shoe prints can be vaguely seen on the paper ash on the ground, as if someone had just stepped on the paper ash.

"Did my soul enter this room through the soul ladder?"

Han Fei grabbed the doorknob of room 4064 and pulled it outwards, but the door did not budge. However, the window above the door opened a crack.

"The window wasn't locked?"

Funeral music played on the sixth floor, and the light from white paper lanterns reflected off the glass windows of the security door, like will-o'-the-wisps.

The dirge music, so intense it sends chills down your spine, seems to burrow into your ears and then into your brain; you can't help but listen.

As the funeral music drifted into the sixth floor, a face painted with various colors appeared in the glass window of the emergency exit.

The paper figure slowly opened its eyes, and cheap paint smeared down its forehead, making it difficult to tell whether it was a person wearing a paper figure's clothes or a paper figure wrapped in human skin.

"Its eye sockets contain human eyeballs! And they're still moving!"

The fear was indescribable. The paper figure was too fast. Almost as soon as Han Fei saw the other's face, the paper figure's face began to rapidly approach in his field of vision.

It was too late to escape now. Han Fei grabbed the door frame and forcefully opened the window above the door, like a dead soul entering the house through the dark window instead of the main entrance.

He had been managing his health, but he still couldn't get in through the window above the door. Just as he was getting extremely anxious, the door, which had been locked, was suddenly opened.

The door was pushed open a crack about half a finger's width, and behind it stood a timid-looking child.

He didn't seem to see the person he expected. Staring at Han Fei's face, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

"The doorway is too dangerous." Han Fei went inside and slammed the door shut.

To prevent the child from crying, he also covered the child's mouth.

The moment the door closed, funeral music entered the sixth-floor corridor, and the paper figure funeral procession passed directly by the door of room 4064!

Han Fei held the child tightly behind the door, and through the dressing mirror on the side of the living room, he saw the dark window above his head.

Several paper figures with ghostly faces peeked out of the window, but they didn't go inside; they just stayed at the window, constantly scanning the room.

The funeral music played outside room 4064 for a full four minutes before slowly fading away.

Han Fei smelled a strange odor and looked down to find that the little boy whose mouth he had covered had wet himself in fear.

He couldn't speak, his eyes were filled with fear, his pants were soaked, and his little hands were twisting as if in a spasm.

"I'm sorry, brother meant no harm." Han Fei quickly let go of his hand, and the child immediately stepped back after regaining his freedom.

He hadn't run more than a few steps before he fell to the ground. Then, wearing his already wet pants, he hid on the other side of the sofa, staring at Han Fei.

The child, whose face was no bigger than an adult's palm, wore a very serious expression. He looked at Han Fei for a long time before saying, "You're not Dad. Dad didn't come back. Mom said Dad will come back tonight!"

Already feeling wronged, and now even more frightened, the child bit his lip and started to cry. He was very sensible, even trying to keep his voice down when he cried.

“Your dad will come back. I saw him downstairs just now. He’s buying you a gift…” Han Fei looked into the living room and saw various toy car models crammed under the TV cabinet: “It’s the latest car model, the kind that can transform.”

The child's father seemed to have given the child many similar toys. Hearing Han Fei say this, the child cried and wiped his eyes with his little hands: "You really saw him?"

"Of course, adults wouldn't lie to children." Han Fei wondered if it was the passive ability of being the leader of the children that was working, but he found that the child was not as resistant to him anymore.

(End of this chapter)