Chapter 679 The path I chose
Is the deep world a ghost? Is it the first-generation ghost that Kuangxiao mentioned? Han Fei was unable to verify these things for the time being. He felt like he was standing in a huge maze blindfolded, relying on various subtle sounds to determine the direction and explore forward.
“After death, the body rots and the soul dissipates. If the whole city is treated as a person. The city during the day is the rotting body, and the deep world filled with despair at night is the slowly dissipating world. "
While Han Fei was thinking, the mouth of the big-headed baby in the rag doll opened and closed rapidly, black blood mixed with curses poured out of his throat, and the blood vessels all over his body were shrinking.
"Save, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die in this baby's belly." The big-headed baby used his last strength to ask for help. His father couldn't bear it. Even if he turned into a monster, he would still slowly Go forward.
"Don't go there." Han Fei held the sharp knife in front of the man.
"But he is my son."
"That one is still your daughter." Han Fei's voice was still cold: "Now it's time to make a choice. If you can only keep A child, do you choose a ghost with a son's body, or a son trapped in a ghost's belly?"
"I..." middle-aged man? He clenched his hands and knelt down towards his son's body: "I'm sorry, I have already lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose my son again. If you can, go and save the son who is trapped in the ghost's belly."
My sister was abandoned by her father again. From her birth to her death, until now, her fate seems to be completely composed of abandonment.
Just when the father was making a choice, the son with long hair laughed, and a beautiful smile appeared on his delicate face. Gradually, the smile began to twist, and his eyes bulged outward, as if Want blood!
“Hee hee hee hee!”
A shrill, shrill laugh came from the boy’s mouth, and it was obvious that it was a girl’s voice.
"You are really miserable. Even if you get a human body, you are still abandoned by the people closest to you." What Han Fei said was also very heartbreaking for the ghost: "The relationship between people Emotions and bonds are hard to replace. You only have hatred in your eyes, and you probably can't understand it yet."
Han Fei walked forward holding the red rope: "If there is another life, I hope you can. Live your life happily ”
The boy standing in the corner had an extremely terrifying expression, and the hatred of being abandoned again and again gathered in his eyes. His body bones made a crisp sound, and his originally normal body began to become deformed, just like her "life".
“The reason why evil spirits can escape the control of the paradise is probably because you can hide in the body of a living person. During the day, you get into your brother’s body and act as your brother. At night, your brother’s body is asleep, and you hide in it again. Enter the ragdoll body and go out to hunt all game participants to gain more despair and hatred."< br>
“It seems that there are ghosts hidden in a small number of people in this city. Their extremely abnormal and mutated psychology may be ghosts growing in their hearts.”
These people who are not in paradise Most of the evil ghosts controlled are aggregations of certain emotions. Strictly speaking, Xu Qin can also be classified as this category.
In fact, Han Fei also thought of another thing in his heart. The handle of the black knife in F's hand seemed to be made up of countless wills. However, the handle was different from all evil ghosts. His consciousness is also incompatible with the entire deep world.
Walking forward slowly, the boy's body has undergone great changes, but as long as his sister does not return to the rag doll body, her threat to Han Fei is very limited.
As the shackles of memory are slowly broken, Han Fei's terrifying fighting instinct, amazing physical fitness and extremely firm will are slowly being unified, and he has become more powerful and confident.
"Hehehe..."
The boy half lowered his head, staring at Han Fei through the gap in his hair with his protruding eyes, the hatred in his eyes almost turning into reality.
“Hate should be a more terrifying emotion than resentment. Perhaps if you collect enough hatred, you can create a ghost that is more powerful than resentment.”
Now Han Fei had no respect for hatred. When he got within three steps of the boy, the boy was like a wild dog in the alley, getting down on all fours and pouncing on Han Fei!
Han Fei reached out and grabbed the boy's neck. Han Fei pushed him to the ground and tied him up with a bed sheet and a red rope in his backpack.
"I don't know if this ritual is useful. I'll try my best to help you and see if I can save your daughter and son." Han Fei pressed his knee on the boy's back and pulled him out of his backpack. Various props needed for the resurrection ceremony were taken out.
The middle-aged man who was still kneeling on the ground suddenly heard Han Fei say this and was a little uncomfortable. He really thought Han Fei was a psychopathic serial killer, but now this murderer is very rational. Want to save his son and daughter?
"I...thank you?" He knelt on the ground, not knowing what to say.
He had also hired immortals and alchemists for his children before, spending a lot of money, but to no avail.
It’s better now. Two strange people rushed into the house early in the morning to exorcise ghosts for themselves. Although the process was a bit scary, the result seemed to be pretty good.
"Are you two really wanted criminals?" The man had a doubt in his heart.
"Come here and help! Burn all the deceased's clothes on the bed and write your son's birth date on the mirror!" This was not the first time Han Fei had held a resurrection ceremony, and his movements were quite skillful.
Placing the items required for the ceremony in their respective locations, Han Fei took off the boy's coat and drew the runes previously painted on the body on the boy's body.
The middle-aged man also entered the house with a metal basin. He threw all the clothes of the deceased under the bed into the basin.
Those clothes look very ordinary, but they are difficult to ignite.
It took several minutes before the flames ignited in the metal basin. The pungent smell of corpses spread, and black viscous liquid flowed out of the clothes of the deceased. Several people present heard it. The wail of the dead.
As more and more clothes were burned, the boy's struggling movements became smaller and smaller, but the hatred in his eyes did not fade away.
“Open the curtains and let the sun shine in!”
The early sun rose, and the sunlight, which symbolized hope and vitality, shone into the house. The big-headed baby and the boy in the rag doll screamed at the same time.
Han Fei cleared an area and connected the rag doll and the boy with a red rope.
The ceremony of the mysterious man with the black head ended here. Han Fei didn't know what to do next, so he could only stand aside and wait.
Both the doll and the boy were struggling in pain, and the father next to him was also very heartbroken. He could only resist looking and poured more oil into the brazier.
As the last piece of the deceased's clothes was burned, the sister hidden in the boy's body stopped struggling, and the hatred in her eyes also melted away in the light of the fire.
The boy's expression slowly returned to normal. He raised his head slightly and looked at the man kneeling in front of him. His mouth opened and he told him what he had never had.
The flames slowly extinguished. Just when Han Fei thought the ceremony had failed, countless curse words appeared on the red rope. A bloody paper figure crawled out of Han Fei's clothes. She slowly opened her eyes. Eye.
The curse stretched like a chain into the bodies of the boy and the doll. They both let out shrill screams. The boy struggled desperately and resisted with all his strength, while the big-headed doll in the belly of the doll had all its blood vessels broken. , as if there was a force that wanted to pull him out of the rag doll's belly!
This overbearing technique scared the middle-aged man half to death. He looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei was wearing a mask and was indifferent.
Licking his lips, Han Fei didn't know what Xu Qin wanted to do, but he believed in Xu Qin. No matter what the other party did, he would not interfere, but would only assist.
As the last blood vessel broke, the big-headed baby was dug out by the curse and landed on the boy's belly button, with its head resting on the boy's heart.
The big-headed baby, who was enduring pain, seemed to be driven by some kind of force. He dug his hands into the boy's belly, as if he was preparing to drill in from there.
The boy was in even more pain. Countless curses appeared all over his body, and finally gathered at his heart.
The fingers of the bloody paper man slowly closed, and when the heart-rending screams sounded, the chains formed by the curse dug out the incomplete soul of a little girl from the boy's heart.
In fact, it didn't look like a human soul at all. Half of the child's body was pieced together with a discarded rag doll. There was only hatred in her eyes, and there was no other emotion that any person should have.
After the curse dug out the girl's soul, it directly crushed the big-headed baby, and the soul of a thin baby boy flowed into the boy's body along the blood.
The body bound by the red rope and sheets stopped moving, and the runes painted all over his body began to disappear. The boy died under the light of fire and sunlight, and was reborn under the curse.
He opened his mouth suddenly and spit out a large pool of black goo, as if a person trapped in the depths of a swamp had finally been pulled out.
The red rope between the boy and the big-headed baby broke, and the cursed chain trapped the soul mixed with the old rag doll, pulling it towards the paper man little by little.
The hungry paper man seemed to have not eaten for a long time, and she took a keen interest in the girl's soul which gathered a lot of negative emotions.
The girl who was pieced together with the rag doll screamed, and besides hatred, her face showed a second emotion - fear.
The cursed chains clattered, and Han Fei stood behind the bloody paper figure, blocking her from the sun.
With nowhere to hide, the rag doll’s soul was pulled to the paper man, drowned by thousands of curses.
The rag doll girl has gathered all the hatred caused by being abandoned, and the curses of those people have been echoing in her ears. Now everything is swallowed by the bloody paper man.
"Hee hee hee, dad, hee hee..."
At the last moment, the deformed soul glanced at her father who had abandoned her again, and the hatred in her eyes dissipated along with her soul.
The cursed chains returned to the paper man’s body, and the paper man’s clothes lost their paper texture, as if they were really wearing clothes.
The mutilated body was covered, the paper doll's eyes opened, and a weak black fire swayed in the curse. She still needs more food, more hate and more curses!
The floating curse fell on the new clothes. The bloody paper man blew away the ashes on the ground, held the red rope, and leaned against Han Fei.
“I have never seen such a gentle person.”
Han Fei picked up the paper man. His white smiling face mask and the bloody paper man's new clothes reflected each other, which was weird, crazy, dangerous and romantic.
"Are you feeling better?" The middle-aged man picked up his son who was still vomiting on the ground. The whole room was filled with a stench.
"He should have no big problem." Han Fei put away all the items for the ceremony: "The smell is too strong, and the neighbors will smell it soon."
" Let me send you away." The middle-aged man got up from the ground: "I really misunderstood you before. You can prove to the police that you are good people..."
"No need, your wife who is hiding in the master bedroom should have called the police. Besides, you have no ability to prove whether I am a good person or not." Han Fei glanced coldly. He glanced at the other party, then waved to Li Guoer: "Let's go."
"Why don't you kill them to silence them?" Li Guoer put the blade on the middle-aged man's neck.
"This is a residential area, and screaming will attract the attention of more neighbors." Han Fei strode outside without stopping.
From breaking into the high-end community to leaving, Han Fei didn't take long in total. He seemed reckless, but in fact he calculated every step accurately.
The two left from another road, climbed over the wall, and got into a taxi.
“Where to now?”
"Ask Li Guo'er, she has rich experience in escaping. I'm still in a state of amnesia." Han Fei looked at the red string on his fingertips. After eating the evil ghost that bred hatred, the originally dim red string glowed again. Bloody red.
After hearing Han Fei say that he had lost his memory, the people in the car didn't know how to answer the question. Their imaginations couldn't guess how cruel Han Fei was in the past.
The siren sounded, and they almost left in a hurry, with the time stuck just right.
"Han Fei, how did you know that his wife called the police in the bedroom?" Li Guoer was a little scared. She couldn't see through Han Fei: "You knew that the other party called the police, but you still went to the ceremony so calmly? Wouldn't it be faster and safer if we just go in and kill them?"
"I'm just making decisions based on my own instincts. In fact, I also want to know what kind of person I am. .”
Not long after escaping from the community, Han Fei put Xiao You out of the car and asked her to observe police movements in the city and visit her family.
It was already dawn, but there were still relatively few vehicles on the road at this time. The two people who were wanted by the whole city drove towards a more remote place.
At about nine o'clock in the morning, Han Fei received a call from Xiao You to Xiao Jia.
The city is in chaos. The citizens are panic-stricken. They all have great fear and hatred for the eleven wanted criminals. Wanted posters about them can be seen on all TV stations and advertisements. The white mask has also become a certain symbol. A very bad symbol.
“We obviously want to save more people, but we are treated as wanted criminals, hated and despised by everyone, and can only hide in the darkness where they can’t see. This feels really frustrating. "Xiao Jia took off his wig and wiped the sweat from his head: "It's okay to be chased by ghosts in the night, but to be chased by the police at dawn is simply not giving us a way to survive."
"How to survive?" Han Fei looked back at Xiao Jia: "Night and day seem to represent two different choices. I seem to have remembered something." (End of Chapter)