The footsteps became heavier but Han Fei felt the weight on his body decreased like something had been taken off him. Both his sense of hearing and touch told Han Fei that there was something following him but his eyes couldn’t see it. He had already wasted a chance earlier and he didn’t want to waste any more chances. He picked up his speed and then tried to think back to what he saw when he turned his head back for the first time.
Han Fei had superior memory. He remembered all the details he had seen, there was really no one behind him. ‘There is no clue at all, how am I supposed to complete this mission? Or am I supposed to directly log off the game?’
The mission time limit was 10 minutes. After quitting the game, Han Fei had no idea what he might face when he logged in next time. It might be a mission fail and the Soul Chaser would leave; or he might still be in the middle of the mission and needed to continue to run for his life; or he might die instantly, not knowing who his killer was. This was a risk too high for Han Fei to take. At least before he exhausted all 5 chances, he didn’t plan to go offline. With his eyes on the exit button, Han Fei’s brain spun quickly. However at that moment, a chilly voice spoke from behind him, “Han Fei?”
When a person heard their name being called, they would turn around subconsciously. At that moment, Han Fei felt goose bumps forming around his neck as a stream of coldness slipped down his collar. “Remember my voice and think of my name, the ritual is about to start soon.
“Han Fei… We came from the same place and saw the same thing, you would be doing the same thing I’m doing…” The icy voice hovered around Han Fei’s ears. It could have easily killed Han Fei but it purposely leaked this information to Han Fei instead.
‘We came from the same place and I would make the same choice?’ Han Fei’s brain processed these words, they could be hiding the Soul Chaser’s real identity.
“I’ve seen you in my future nightmare, you are the key to the Day of Revival. Help me! As long as you help me, you will tell you more! We don’t have much time left!” The voice was like needles piercing into Han Fei’s heart.
‘Day of Revival? Fu Sheng?’ For some reason, this popped up in Han Fei’s mind. Perhaps his actions so far had been predestined.
“Night of Resurrection, Day of Revival, you will die in the nightmare, but you will be revived, but the revived you will no longer be the actual you.” The voice floated on the wind and blew right into Han Fei’s ears. “In the eyes of the person who can look into the future, your destiny is a thread it pulls, all resistance is futile. Your future will be like my past.” The voice was melancholic. The footsteps became heavier like it was carrying more and more things. “We both know about its biggest secret, so there is no way for you to escape. First, you will go crazy and then it will use your hand to kill everyone, to massacre everyone in the neighbourhood and finally you’ll kill yourself.”
At this point, Han Fei had a rough idea who the speaker was. The person who massacred the neighbourhood was Perfect Life’s tester, he had died not too long ago. Now that Han Fei thought about it, the timing of his death was quite unusual, it was around the same time Han Fei was slowly familiarizing himself with the cryptic world. It was like everything had been purposely arranged.
“I was the one who started the Living Sacrifice and you would be the one to close it. You will continue my work and start another 14 years of cycle. It didn’t expect you to arrive here before the start of the ritual and for me, the first candidate for the Living Sacrifice to run into you, the last candidate for the Living Sacrifice. This might be our only chance, help me and I will tell you the future.” The voice had revealed many things and its tone didn’t portray any intention of killing Han Fei.
After a long hesitation, Han Fei replied as he ran, “Who are you?”
“I am one of the Soul Chasers, and you are the most important sacrifice. You have to run! Do not submit to the ritual. Go and find Feng Ziyu, he is in Room 4041, he will…” The voice suddenly disappeared and it was replaced by the sound of flapping wings. Red dust blew into the corridor and at that moment, Han Fei felt intense hatred on him!
Han Fei lost control of the arm where Big Sin was. Soul Poison spread through the arm. Something inside the arm was trying to get out, it controlled Han Fei’s hand to grab Han Fei’s neck!
A giant force erupted inside the offending arm. Pain radiated from it. When Han Fei came to his sense, the arm where Big Sin was hiding had become incapacitated. A gory butterfly-shaped wound appeared on the arm and it was deep enough to show bone. With the loss of control of the arm, Han Fei’s body tipped forward and the man fell down the stairs. His consciousness wandered over to the exit button and his eyes looked behind him as he rolled down the stairs.
A body which was dragged along by some kind of unknown energy was chasing after him. If that was all, Han Fei wouldn’t be that surprised but the body had the same body type as he was and when he saw the body’s face, he felt incredibly surreal. The body had his face, the eyes were round and open even in death. ‘Is that my body?’
Han Fei turned back for the second time, he still didn’t see the Soul Chaser but he did notice his body becoming lighter!
‘The Soul Chaser… Is that body supposed to be part of my soul?!’ According to Chinese mythology, the weight of the human body consisted of 3 parts soul and 7 parts spirit. It was probably why his body had gotten lighter.
Han Fei had a good idea of the Soul Chaser’s identity. Since it could specify Feng Ziyu’s name, then he was most likely the tester who massacred the Ziggurat neighbourhood many years ago. However, based on what he said, he had been trapped here since then. In that case, whose soul was occupying the body of the tester who was hospitalized in real life?
Day of Revival, Night of Resurrection? Who would return? Butterfly or Fu Sheng?
Falling to the ground, Han Fei held his wound. Before he crawled up from the ground, the rustling sound of a million pinchers came from behind him again. Han Fei resisted the pain and continued to race down the stairs. The wound on his arm didn’t heal, if anything, it continued to bleed. Fresh beads of blood dripped on the paper money. The running Han Fei started the Night of Resurrection.
A special atmosphere unraveled within and without the building. The doors at Building 4 opened and more than 1 Soul Chasers were preparing the items for the Living Sacrifice.
