No matter if Han Fei was lying or not, the male student panicked seeing the security guard uniform Han Fei was wearing.
“Don’t worry, it’s fine to be around me. All the tragedies are the handiwork of that escaped soul. That’s why I can’t guarantee he won’t do anything crazy, so you have to watch your own safety!” Han Fei said seriously. At this moment, he had a renewed understanding of himself.
“But at the end of the day, he is just a summoned soul, it should be fine.” The male student’s conviction was shaken.
“Have you seen a soul manage to take over a senior monster in less than half an hour after he was summoned? If this continues, the consequences will be unimaginable!” Han Fei was desperate. There were still 2 hours plus until 4.44 am. He had to find all of his missing souls before the Resurrection of Butterfly. Han Fei was worried that his own soul would become like the door guardian. Not only would he refuse to return, he would also figure out ways to kill the main host.
It was why Han Fei was so panicked after he saw the Evil Soul. However, Han Fei soon calmed down. Everything had two sides to it. The combination of his Evil Soul and the senior monster was scary but if he manipulated the situation well, they could be immensely helpful to Han Fei.
“The tenants inside Firefly’s group are communicable, they can be considered allies. If my Evil Soul wants to cleanse the Ziggurat, I should remind all the tenants in the group to go into hiding. That way, only the tenants who are completely dominated by the Death Curse would be eliminated by my Evil Soul.” At that moment, saving others was saving himself. Han Fei convinced the student and then had him persuade the other tenants with him. The tenants who were once aided by Firefly could end up as Han Fei’s aid so Han Fei didn’t want anything to happen to them. The previously silent group chat suddenly became so busy. Han Fei was like a harbinger of doom, he was the siren that told everyone to go into hiding.
“Do not fight him head on! Do not converse with him! It’s best if you go and hide, do not interact with him at all!” This was a living human telling all the ghosts to be careful of their safety in the middle of the night, it was strangely comforting.
The users who had been aided by Firefly before did listen to Han Fei’s advice as deference to Firefly. However, the users who had their room numbers as Id refused to heed Han Fei’s advice. From their perspective, it was already very kind that they didn’t kill Han Fei directly. To have them follow Han Fei’s orders? That was impossible.
Before Han Fei could say anything more, he heard the sound of glass breaking coming from the top floor. The last time he heard something like that, it was when the jumper woman appeared. He rushed to the window and tried to open it but he was stopped by the student. “One mustn’t open the windows at the Ziggurat. The neighbourhood is surrounded by Mist of Death. The monsters hidden inside the mist might crawl into the building if you open the window.”
“Then what will happen if you shatter the window and no one goes to fix it? Would the mist from outside continue to billow in?” Han Fei asked curiously.
“You’re just here and you don’t know many things. Ziggurat has its own life. After part of it is destroyed, it will heal and rebuild itself over time. It is like a human body, the wound will automatically scab and then heal.”
“The Ziggurat is alive? Speaking of which, the whole neighbourhood is surrounded by this strange mist. Before I entered the place, I was already curious, where did the mist come from?” Han Fei voiced the question he had been carrying. Ziggurat was the most dangerous building in this area, the whole neighbourhood was shrouded in mist. In the beginning, he thought the mist was just a prop. It was not until the Unmentionable, Singer also lost its direction in the mist that Han Fei realized how scary this mist really was.
“Pure Hatred is above Lingering Spirit and Unmentionable is above Pure Hatred. With Butterfly’s power, it shouldn’t be able to summon such a thick mist. Does the mist exist before Butterfly took over the managerial position here?”
“I don’t know either. But I do know that the grey mist, Death Curse all originate from the underground of the Ziggurat.” The student answered honestly.
“Underground? Have you been there?”
“No, the underground can only be accessed through the elevator and I do not like cramped spaces so I have never taken the elevator.” Hearing the student’s answer, Han Fei was reminded of a scene from the Ziggurat game. All those Soul Chasers appeared to have come from the underground using the elevator.
“What is hidden underground?” Han Fei had just asked that question when the sound of glass shattering came from the top floor. It was mixed with brazen laughter. The glass shards rained down like crystal. They fell into the mist and disappeared like they were swallowed. The windows were shattered floor by floor. As the mist gushed into the building, the song outside the building became clearer. It numbed Han Fei’s skull.
“It is very close to me! The person who is shattering the window intends to bring the Singer into the building?!” Hearing the familiar cackle, Han Fei knew who was behind this. His Evil Soul’s plan was not bad. However with just the power of a Large Lingering Spirit, what could it do to an Unmentionable? Why was he taunting the Unmentionable? Had he lost his mind?
Han Fei assumed his Evil Soul would target the other tenants, he didn’t expect him to shatter the windows on every floor instead. His Evil Soul was as unpredictable as the man himself.
“Is it me or the song outside seems to be calling your name?” The male student asked. Han Fei was not in the mood to explain the situation to the boy. His brain was filled with everything he knew about the Singer. The Evil Soul was crazy and adored chaos. One more uncertain factor would be added into the Ziggurat.
‘The Evil Soul is clever to let the Singer into Ziggurat, the Singer will kill me on sight! However, the Singer will kill him too!’ The windows were still breaking. When Butterfly arrived, the Ziggurat would be unrecognizable to it already.
The sound of the dirge, the Song and the glass breaking mixed together. The endless grey mist permeated the Ziggurat. Han Fei who stood beside the window witnessed everything. This scene was eerily spectacular. Yin energy was everywhere.
