48: Chapter 48 Han Fei’s Gift 48: Chapter 48 Han Fei’s Gift When the actor encountered a con artist, they exchanged pleasantries in the chilly hallway, performing a scene as if meeting a familiar face in a foreign land.
Han Fei and the ghost behind him had been talking for about half a minute, and he acted more and more naturally and warmly, yet he never turned his head.
There were a few times he almost twisted his head around but stopped himself at the crucial moment.
Gradually, the ghost behind Han Fei grew impatient.
“You’ve been calling me brother, and yet you don’t even have the courage to look back at me?
Clearly, you’re deceiving a ghost.”
The familiar voice gradually faded away, and Han Fei was not yet satisfied.
He softly called out a few more times, and after receiving no response, his face slowly began to change: “Angry?”
The hallway was deadly silent.
The ghost standing behind Han Fei knew that words would not tempt Han Fei to turn around, so he seemed to start changing his strategy.
It was at that moment that the ring on Han Fei’s finger began to emit a chill, and the ghost behind him dropped his pretense.
The icy sensation on his fingertips grew stronger, and Han Fei couldn’t judge the other’s power.
His body instinctively wanted to move forward to increase the distance from his pursuer, but the ghost clung tightly to him.
What was even worse, Han Fei felt his body becoming heavier and heavier, as if something was pressing down on him.
As the chill spread within his body, Han Fei smelled a faint stench; it was a smell he had never encountered before, somewhat like rotting matter.
Just a slight whiff made his stomach turn.
A viscous liquid kept falling onto his back, and Han Fei felt something tightening around his neck, apparently, his pursuer knew that words wouldn’t lure him into turning around and was thus prepared to take direct action.
Struggling to breathe, Han Fei’s face turned red.
He remembered this familiar sensation.
The first time he logged into “Perfect Life,” he was completing a sleep task when he got frightened by a ghost in the haunted house and then fled.
He ran all the way to the first floor, and at that moment, the voice-activated light suddenly went out, leaving the hallway pitch-dark.
Later, something in the dark followed him and strangled his neck just .
Han Fei slowly figured it out.
The victims in the haunted house had never laid a hand on him, nor had they left the haunted house.
The one who tried to strangle him then must be the ghost currently following him.
“Why does this guy insist on making me turn around?
Maybe if I see his face, I will become his scapegoat?”
The more Han Fei thought about it, the more he believed it was possible.
He had no experience during his first game login, was terrified, focused on escaping, and eventually faced a life-or-death crisis, logging out directly in front of the ghost.
“If the ghost following me now is the same one who tried to kill me, it probably knows I am a living person, so it makes sense that it wants to catch me as a scapegoat.”
His neck was being deformed by the strangling, yet Han Fei’s train of thought was clearer than ever: “Knowing I am a living person and having seen me log off, I can’t let this ghost stay.”
Although Cry, who had also seen Han Fei log off, was just a child and far less cunning than the ghost now following him.
Against such crafty and cunning ghosts, the best method is to have other ghosts devour him.
Han Fei couldn’t move backward or turn around, so leading the ghost to the haunted house was nearly impossible.
Thinking back to a detail, when this ghost came over, the first thing he did was to close the door to the haunted house, which also showed that he understood the dangers of the haunted house and would definitely not follow Han Fei inside.
Unable to trick the ghost into entering the haunted house, Han Fei could only rely on the other ghosts and monsters in the building.
While he still had the strength, he began to walk upstairs.
Breathing had become increasingly difficult.
Han Fei had struggled up to the fifth floor, wanting to seek help from a neighbor there.
He stepped into a bloodstain on the floor, stumbling as he grasped the doorknob of Room 1052, calling out Xu Qin’s name.
Xu Qin had no close relation to him, and Han Fei knew it was unlikely that she would save him, but he had no better options left.
Han Fei knocked loudly on the security door.
The noise was loud, yet the voice-activated lights seemed broken and didn’t light up, confirming Han Fei’s suspicions once again.
This wasn’t the first time he had encountered such a situation in the building’s corridor when he first logged into the game.
The chill from the ring grew stronger.
Han Fei realized he had underestimated the ghost trailing him.
Judging by the cold emanating from the ring alone, the ghost’s strength was already comparable to two victims from the Human-body Puzzle cases.
Even more terrifying was that the chill from the ring continued to intensify.
Han Fei began to pound on the door.
Now was not the time for manners; if he didn’t make some noise soon, the ghost behind him would surely kill him.
Normally, he would never dare to do this, but now he was desperate to stir things up in hopes of attracting some ghosts and monsters to share his burden.
He created a loud disturbance on the fifth floor, yet the residents there seemed not to consider opening their doors.
Instead, the sound of twisting doorknobs echoed from other floors.
By then, Han Fei was gasping for breath.
He had no choice but to turn to Room 1051.
The dark shadow had previously stood in the corridor and then disappeared, but the door to Room 1051 was still open.
Quickly moving, Han Fei reached the doorway of Room 1051.
Nothing was visible in the pitch-dark room, but it radiated a tremendous malice, as if entering would mean never being able to leave again.
“Meng Shi’s information didn’t mention anything about Room 1051; it shouldn’t be this terrifying!”
Now, Han Fei couldn’t worry too much; he stepped forward to enter Room 1051.
As his front leg stepped inside, half of Han Fei’s body had already entered Room 1051.
Just then, the ghost trailing him let out a piercing scream.
Its ten pale fingers, like fish hooks, clutched at Han Fei’s neck, trying to pull him out of the room.
Agony shot through his neck, and just as Han Fei felt his neck might snap, the amulet hanging on his chest snapped with a crisp sound, breaking apart completely.
An extreme chill burst forth from the amulet, loosening the ghostly fingers around his neck, allowing Han Fei to successfully enter Room 1051.
Darkness engulfed everything.
Once inside, the darkness in Room 1051 deepened, as if all light entering would be devoured.
The ring continued to emit a bone-chilling cold, and a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened within Room 1051.
Looking at the sickly eyes in the darkness, Han Fei shivered, yet he still waved friendlily, “I live just below you; first time visiting.
Felt bad to come empty-handed, so I brought a ghost with me.”
Now a delicate balance had been reached; the ghost following Han Fei hadn’t left, but it seemed hesitant to enter Room 1051, while the entity lurking inside Room 1051 also seemed to fear the ghost behind Han Fei.