Zhang Guanxing’s blood was nearly frozen solid. He listened to his heartbeat slowing down, dark fog gathering beneath his eyes, the Curse and ominous energy swirling around his pupils, his rationality on the brink of collapse!
The Monster, its seven orifices bleeding, turned its gaze toward Han Fei, it was merging with Zhang Guanxing at a critical moment.
"I know you resent this world, and sometimes I hate it too, so I won’t persuade you to let go of your hatred. I just hope you won’t torture yourself in this way,"
"Even if you’re in pain or feeling terrible, those who hurt you won’t feel the slightest guilt, and the world won’t be saddened because of you."
"Since that’s the case, why can’t we try to live differently?"
Dark green veins popped out on his arms, the Dark Energy around Han Fei growing heavier. He seemed to be talking to himself as he walked to the bedroom door and picked up the black jar.
"I know you can’t break free from the past on your own, let the teacher help you dissolve your hatred, let the teacher help you escape the pain."
Before he finished speaking, Han Fei grabbed the edge of the black jar and lunged at the Monster with a sprint.
Arms made of flesh and blood swung at Han Fei; he bent down to dodge, charged his legs, then raised the black jar and swung it with all his might!
The G-grade Curse Item Wish Jar hit the top of the Monster’s head, making a crisp sound as both the Monster’s skull and the jar cracked!
Slips of paper with wishes written on them fell on the Monster, soaked with blood and sticking fiercely to its flesh.
Half merged, the Monster’s head was brutally smashed by Han Fei leaving a dent; its skull caved in, and it let out a piercing scream.
The face with bleeding orifices swiftly turned, its arms bent at an unbelievable angle reaching for Han Fei.
This time, Han Fei did not dodge backward. He decisively accelerated, capturing the Wish Jar in his hand and slamming it down again!
Today, either this jar or the Monster’s head would break first!
Black Blood and flesh splattered onto Han Fei’s skin, turning into poisonous needles trying to pierce into his body. Even with the Black Python’s protection, Han Fei could still feel the pain.
But this pain was within an acceptable range, or rather, this pain further stimulated the malice and Curse in Han Fei’s eyes.
Forcefully closing the distance, as the Monster’s ten fingers pierced Han Fei’s body, he embraced the Fierce Ghost’s neck.
In a life-and-death battle, no one stands still like a punching bag allowing the opponent to fight freely; all chances are created by oneself, fleeting, even if it means getting hurt to seize them!
His arms, filled with Dark Energy, locked around the Monster’s neck. Han Fei combined the Secret Touch of Soul’s depths with the Dark Energy in the Ghost Pattern, mixing this auxiliary Skill with real-life mixed martial arts.
Before the Monster’s body transformed, he slammed its head!
Together with Zhang Guanxing, he slammed onto the ground; his body was also sliced by deep wounds from the Monster’s hands. If not for the Black Giant Python’s protection, by now his body would have been penetrated by Resentment, and even multiple lives would not suffice.
The black jar in his hand smashed onto the Monster’s head again, but this time the Monster was pre-emptively on guard. Its arms, covered in Black Blood, twisted into a weird angle and caught the black jar.
What the Monster did not anticipate was that Han Fei had already predicted this move.
"How could I possibly use the same trick over and over?"
As the monster reached for the dark jar, Han Fei released his hand, his five fingers smashing into the monster’s mouth with the fastest speed!
Enduring the pain of his hand being scratched, Han Fei took out the Blood-colored Paperman from his Item Bar. He had prepared for this moment for a long time, all previous actions were to confuse and lay the groundwork. What he truly wanted was to send the Blood-colored Paperman into the monster’s body and then let it run amok!
Bright red blood spilled from the monster’s mouth as it struggled madly.
It wanted to disperse its body, but within its flesh appeared countless ghastly pale paper pieces.
"Enjoy an F-level Curse Item for a while!"
With fists swinging, Han Fei’s fists, full of Dark Energy, furiously pounded the monster’s body, giving it no chance to resist.
Screams echoed in the bedroom—who could have imagined that within Room 104, a person full of Dark Energy was desperately grappling with a Fierce Ghost at close quarters!
Having swallowed an F-level Curse Item, various mutations occurred within the monster’s body, while outside, Han Fei attacked it ferociously. The monster had never anticipated the turn of events.
The hatred slowly weakened, and it was beaten until it was nearly Soul Scattering.
Letting the Blood-colored Paperman devour the Hatred, Han Fei then turned his gaze to Zhang Guanxing.
This child had already merged with a portion of the monster’s Hatred. By drawing some of the monster’s Power, he also awakened the memories from his time of death.
His eyes were murky and blood-red, devoid of any brightness or reason, filled only with pain.
"We already live in the lowest layer of Hell, we are already the most pained and desperate ghosts, so why must you continue to sink?"
Grabbing Zhang Guanxing’s collar, Han Fei swung his fist full of Dark Energy and smashed it hard into Zhang Guanxing’s cheek.
A Black Giant Python moved across Han Fei’s back as Ghost Patterns emitted an extreme aura of malice.
"You hate them so much, then go take your revenge! Let them understand your pain! Let them understand your despair! Only by making them feel the pain will they understand the extent of harm they once caused you!"
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—that’s what you call fairness!"
With a fist charged with Dark Energy like a Black Giant Python opening its mouth, Han Fei showed no mercy, striking Zhang Guanxing directly into the wall.
Pain caused Zhang Guanxing’s previously blank face to finally show a change, his murky eyes slowly turning towards Han Fei.
With wounds all over and soaked in blood, bare-chested Han Fei stood in the dorm room like a wolf king of the night.
As the Blood-colored Paperman completely devoured the entity representing Hatred, Zhang Guanxing regained his sanity, but his eyes no longer held the innocence of a child, instead filled with a hint of maturity and indescribable pain.
"It’s good that you’ve come around." On the brink of collapsing, Han Fei approached Zhang Guanxing, and hugged his head tightly. "I know you are in pain, I can’t help ease this pain, but I can accompany you to search for a way to eliminate it. From now on, you can trust me, understand?"
With all memories from his death returned, the pain and despair were unimaginable. Zhang Guanxing seemed like he was struggling alone in a boundless deep sea, but at that moment, Han Fei reached out his hand to him.
A simple, "You can trust me," meant something extraordinary to Zhang Guanxing.
At least, no one had ever said those words to him during his lifetime.