My Healing Games

Chapter 341 What's it like to summon spirits in a dead building?

The wardrobe doors were not only locked, but there was also tape stuck to the seams, as if the people outside the wardrobe also thought it was an ominous object.

"Outside the wardrobe, it looked like an ordinary bedroom. There was no blood, no corpses, no strange things. It was a bit like... reality."

Leaning against the wardrobe door, Han Fei tried to adjust his perspective; his heart was pounding.

I stood behind the wardrobe door for a long time, but the room outside remained very quiet, and no one came in.

"No matter where it is outside, we've come this far, we have to go out and see what's going on." Han Fei didn't leave alone; he went back the way he came and brought the woman and the middle-aged man back with him.

When the woman first heard that Han Fei had found a way out, she didn't believe it at all, and even suspected that Han Fei was possessed by a ghost. But when she actually saw the cabinet door inside the monster's body, she realized that the man in front of her was not lying.

"So the exit was inside the monster's mouth. No wonder I couldn't find the way." The woman's hand, gripping the fruit knife, turned pale as she recalled her experiences over the past few days.

"Can we go back as soon as we open the cabinet door?" The middle-aged man's tone became noticeably excited, and he looked at Han Fei with gratitude in his eyes: "My wife and children must be so worried! Let's open the cabinet door quickly!"

The man stared eagerly at the cabinet door. This time he was smarter and didn't act rashly. Before taking any action, he first sought Han Fei's opinion with his eyes.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Han Fei couldn't bear to tell him that ninety percent of those who were pulled into the deeper world by the butterfly had already died in reality.

Even if reality is outside the wardrobe, for a middle-aged man, it's probably just a consciousness that could vanish at any moment.

"The area outside the wardrobe is not reality. Ordinary wardrobes are just passageways connecting two places. Among countless wardrobes, there should only be one that can lead us out of the nightmare."

Han Fei knew very well that the wardrobe that truly connected the dream world and the deeper world was most likely in room 4444. Once they left, they only needed to glance at the room number; if it wasn't room 4444, then it was just an ordinary wardrobe passageway.

Extending the Resurrection Knife through the gap in the wardrobe, Han Fei slowly cut through the tape on the wardrobe door. If someone outside the wardrobe saw this, they would probably find it terrifying.

The lock on the wardrobe was difficult to remove, so Han Fei simply removed the wardrobe door.

The white light shone on his face as the middle-aged man squatted greedily next to the wardrobe, seemingly feeling happy just from being bathed in the light.

The woman next to her instinctively avoided the light; she had lived in the blood-red wardrobe for too long and was no longer used to the brightness.

"I'm back! This nightmare is finally over!" The middle-aged man was emotional. He was lying on the ground wearing his terrifying blood-stained clothes, reaching out to touch the tiles on the ground. "I've escaped from the jaws of death. From now on, I will live a good life and love my wife and children well."

"Don't rush to plan for the future, the nightmare isn't over yet." Putting the disassembled cabinet doors back in their place, Han Fei walked to the window and pulled back the thick curtains.

The pitch-black night sky was devoid of any light; there were no stars or moon, only endless darkness.

The black fog obscured his vision, and Han Fei could only vaguely make out the outlines of three tall buildings not far away.

"This is still within the Dead Building complex; I haven't left the Deep World."

For some reason, Han Fei felt relieved after confirming this fact: "The wardrobe is a passage and an entrance and exit. I ran from room 1144 to another room in the dead building community."

The most urgent task now is to determine his position. Just as Han Fei was about to leave the bedroom, the last woman to leave the wardrobe suddenly spoke up.

"What do you think this is?"

The woman found a black and white photograph in the back left corner of the wardrobe. The photograph showed a tall, thin middle-aged man.

It was supposed to be a funeral portrait, but the man in the photo was smiling happily, his face full of joy. He was gesturing towards the camera, as if he had prepared a meal and was standing at the door waiting for his wife and children to come home.

“The deceased didn’t seem older than me,” said Feng Ziyu’s unfortunate neighbor, who then showed the photo to Han Fei.

The moment Han Fei saw the photo, his expression changed.

"Zhuang Ren?!"

Although he looked much younger than in real life, Han Fei still recognized him at a glance.

The portrait captured Zhuang Ren's happiest moment, before his family members met with misfortune, when he enjoyed a life that others envied.

"Zhuang Ren said his family was locked in a dead building. Could this room be the room of Zhuang Ren's family?!" Han Fei took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Where did you find this photo?"

"Next to the wardrobe." The woman pointed to the corner of the wardrobe, where there was a brazier filled with ashes from burning paper money.

Han Fei was very familiar with the scene before him. He had seen a similar brazier when he was a manager on the ninth floor of the Happiness Community, except that the brazier contained his own portrait.

"There's something else written on the back of the photo!" the middle-aged man exclaimed. He flipped the photo over to reveal a strange human figure drawn on it, with each part marked with complex ancient characters and bloodstained symbols: "Can you understand what's written on this?"

Han Fei shook his head. He had suffered from a lack of education, and in order to live a better life in the future, he was determined to work hard and learn more.

“I can understand some of it. It seems to be some kind of ritual that can summon the soul of the deceased back on a specific day.” The woman held the photo and examined it for a long time. Her face slowly turned pale, and she subconsciously moved away from the wardrobe in the bedroom.

"what happened?"

"The photo says that the first step of the ritual is to dismantle the coffin containing the deceased and make it into furniture that the living can also use. This furniture will be kept in the house so that the aura of the living and the aura of the dead will mix together and become indistinguishable." The woman's face grew paler and paler: "The wardrobe that faces the bed looks like it was made from a coffin."

"A soul-summoning ritual? What are the next steps?"

"If furniture made from coffins is left in the house for a long time, you might hear strange voices and footsteps at night. Be careful at this time, because it might not be family members returning, but something else." The woman frowned as she looked at the photo. The text behind it was too obscure, and it was full of strange symbols that she couldn't understand at all. It was difficult to even guess what it meant.

Someone taught Zhuang Ren's wife and daughters how to summon his spirit, but in reality, Zhuang Ren was not dead; it was his wife and daughters who died.

Han Fei's eyes held a hint of doubt. What would happen if a ghost in the deeper world summoned the souls of the living every day? Was Zhuang Ren's continuous decline in health related to this?

He silently memorized the text and patterns on the back of the photo, planning to have someone take a look at it after he exited the game.

If this soul-summoning ritual really works, he wants to try it next time he summons a spirit.

If something special could be summoned, the Dead Building would definitely become even more lively.

The terrifying and sinister summoning of spirits became like opening a blind box for Han Fei. Whatever he "opened" in the dead building, the butterfly would ultimately foot the bill.

All the frights were pleasant surprises for Han Fei; he just needed to find a safe corner to exit the game.

Thanks to the guild leader who says "It's good to read books when you have time"!

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