Chapter 96

Han Fei brandished his knife and pursued, until the door to the master bedroom was smashed open. His mother, who had previously looked like a normal person, had now transformed into a terrifying monster. Stimulated by the cries of the child, her body had swollen to twice its size, and she was covered in blood.

The little brat, upon seeing the woman, immediately reverted to his original form. He clutched his broken leg and pointed at Han Fei, crying and screaming.

Driven by maternal love, the woman charged at Han Fei.

Han Fei did not confront her head-on. He ran into the secondary bedroom, and as if he had predicted it, he raised his hand and slashed the arm behind the door with his knife, then kicked the door open!

"Come out! Follow me!"

Reaching under the bed, Han Fei grabbed his brother by the collar and pulled him out.

The brother was so frightened that he started crying, and now there were two children's cries in the room.

The sound of the mother slamming against the door became more intense, and the lock trembled!

Han Fei was on guard, watching the wardrobe and the door, but at that moment, the curtain was blown by the wind, and Han Fei felt something lightly touch the back of his head.

He turned around and saw a hanged ghost hanging behind the curtain. The thing that had touched the back of his head was the tip of the ghost's shoe.

By the time he noticed, the hanged ghost had already pounced.

At the same time, the door to the secondary bedroom was smashed open, and the mother, with a face covered in blood and wood chips, thrust her head into the room, glaring at Han Fei with a ferocious look.

Her body was torn apart, and the pain made Han Fei lose consciousness.

...

His teeth were bleeding, and Han Fei smashed the photo frame, staring coldly at the door of room 1091.

"If I kill everyone and every ghost in the room, I should be able to unlock a new ending."

Han Fei didn't know why he had such a thought. He felt that he was becoming a bit strange, as if he was slowly turning into someone else: "It seems the system's prompt is incomplete. Dying here not only erases memories but also one's humanity."

Each time he died, he struggled in pain and endless despair, and Han Fei could clearly feel the changes in his psyche.

"The only way to end this is to face the next death seriously and find the only path in this endless cycle."

Using glass shards to mark the number of deaths and his name, Han Fei pushed open the door and entered.

He used the master bedroom to trap his mother and the hair in the toilet to kill the corpse in the fridge. Then he moved the empty fridge to the side of the secondary bedroom and opened the fridge door.

Han Fei calculated the position and used a model from under the TV to lure the little ghost.

He counted the time in his mind, and four seconds later, Han Fei, without even looking, threw the brazier at the door.

At that moment, the little ghost appeared. It was hit by the brazier filled with paper ash and fell to the side, landing in the open fridge.

Before the little ghost could react, Han Fei closed the fridge door and dragged it to the bathroom, then opened it again.

The desperate little ghost rushed out of the fridge and was immediately entangled by the black hair. It cried and struggled but couldn't break free.

To avoid being implicated, Han Fei immediately retreated before his mother went mad, dragging the fridge back to the secondary bedroom with all his strength.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds, and Han Fei's skill was terrifyingly proficient.

"The real brother is hiding under the bed. After scaring him, the mother will still come. I need to eliminate all the ghosts in the secondary bedroom before he starts crying."

There was no fear, no hesitation. Han Fei's expression was eerily calm.

He held a kitchen knife and charged into the room, slashing at the air.

When he raised the knife, there was nothing at the door, but as he gathered his strength to strike, two arms appeared. It felt as if they had deliberately extended to him, inviting him to cut.

After severing the arm behind the door, Han Fei jumped onto the bed and wildly swung the knife at a certain spot on the curtain.

A scream echoed, and Han Fei scattered the paper ash from the brazier, trying to drag the hanged ghost into the fridge.

At that moment, the wardrobe door opened, and Han Fei, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, turned and stabbed the knife into a certain spot without looking.

The bloody clothes were torn, and Han Fei used this precious moment to severely wound the hanged ghost. However, as he was distracted, the shadows under the desk surged out like a tide, a group of ghosts hiding in the dark corners.

Han Fei's body was dragged into the darkness under the desk, and a multitude of ghost faces completely engulfed him.

...

The fourteenth time he opened his eyes, he was killed by the ghosts.

The fifteenth time he opened his eyes, he was dragged down the stairs and killed by the hanged ghost.

The sixteenth time he was wrapped in a blood-soaked garment, and all his blood was drained.

The seventeenth time he was killed by a group attack.

The eighteenth time he failed to smash the mirror in time and was strangled by the hair.

...

Slowly opening his eyes, the man picked up the photo frame and smashed it. He picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively cut his arm.

After making forty-four blood marks, he hesitated for a moment and then made the forty-fifth mark.

"What do these blood marks represent? Why am I so familiar with this pain!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his arm, one of which was covered in fresh blood, while the other had no wounds at all.

"I seem to have forgotten something."

He used the arm with the blood marks to grab the glass shard and slowly carved a name on the other arm.

Han Fei!

Pushing open the door, he blocked the heads and entered the room.

"The next step is to get the key."

The man had forgotten many things, but he was incredibly familiar with this room, as if he had always lived there. He knew the position of every ghost in the room, and each ghost corresponded to a type of pain in his mind.

He tricked his mother into the bedroom, obtained the rope and restraints, and lured the corpse and the girl's head in the fridge to their deaths, then turned on the stove in the kitchen.

While hunting the ghosts, he also smashed the mirror.

Every action was precise to the second. He entered the bedroom three times. The first time, he lured the little ghost out of the toy pile and used the fridge and the hair in the bathroom to kill it.

The second time, he cut off the arm behind the door and stabbed the hanged ghost's heart with the hidden knife in the toy pile.

Before the blood-soaked garment appeared, he left the room and moved the sofa to block the door to the master bedroom, preventing his mother from coming out.

Then he opened the door to the secondary bedroom, and at that moment, the blood-soaked garment was feeding on the hanged ghost's yin energy.

After it had finished, the man opened his arms and put on the blood-soaked garment.

The blood-soaked garment pierced his skin with tiny blood vessels, slowly draining his blood but also protecting his vital organs.

He kicked over the desk, and the ghosts crawled out from under it, almost filling the room.

The man watched this terrifying scene with no expression. His short-term memory was astonishing, and he remembered every ghost's movement.

When countless ghosts pounced, he dodged between their thin arms, as if they had rehearsed it in advance. The arms and claws always missed him by a hair's breadth.

He led most of the ghosts to the bathroom and used the hair there to strangle them. Then, holding a kitchen knife and wearing the blood-soaked garment, he surrounded and killed the remaining ghosts.

After confirming that all the ghosts were dead, his body had been drained of a lot of blood by the blood-soaked garment. He rushed into the kitchen and threw himself into the flames.

The fire burned his body and the blood-soaked garment. He watched the blood-soaked garment scream until it turned to ashes, then he left.

"The clothes I wore to kill are burned."

Dragging his nearly useless body, the man picked up anything he could find and smashed the bathroom mirror.

When the last piece of glass fell from the frame, the woman's screams and the black hair in the bathroom disappeared.

Silently turning around, the man looked at the secondary bedroom.

He counted the time, and three seconds later, a disfigured boy crawled out from under the bed.

The child had a simple expression, but his body was constantly mutating, with thick blood vessels emerging from it. He emitted a strong sense of malice.

The brother had turned into a monster, devouring everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and the love of his parents.

The monster became increasingly terrifying and disgusting, and if the man didn't act soon, he would be devoured as well.

"According to the medical record, after killing all the ghosts, I need to kill the evil spirit in my brother to pass the level, but is there really an evil spirit in my brother?"

The monster was getting closer, and the man, covered in injuries, had an increasingly calm expression: "I've forgotten why I came here, but I remember someone once told me to kill all the ghosts and save everyone."

The man raised the kitchen knife but did not harm the monster. Instead, he pointed the blade at himself: "No matter how terrifying and monstrous my brother becomes, in your memory, he is still human. The reason I can't leave is that there is still a ghost in this house that hasn't been killed."

The knife pressed against his neck, and the man remembered his own photo in the frame at the door.

"The last ghost is me."

He used the tip of the knife to cut his neck, and the room, which had been relatively normal, began to bleed everywhere, revealing its true form.