Sitting on the black coffin left by the singing, Han Fei held the music box engraved with the curse in his hands. He hummed the soul-inspiring ballads and tapped the lid of the coffin as if an ordinary person relaxed and listened to it in his leisure time.

The prestige value is still increasing, and Han Fei seems to have opened a Pandora's Box, releasing all the desire and hatred of the neighbors.

As time passed, the attribute panel in Han Fei's eyes changed again.

When the prestige reached one hundred, Han Fei put down the music box and walked slowly to his shrine.

Lifting the thick black cloth, his idol was hidden in the shrine. The self who was laughing hysterically made him feel strange and familiar.

"Finally got through the most difficult first stage."

Han Fei survived in the deep world for a few days with only a drop of blood. This was something that was unimaginable before. No one could do it, not even Fu Sheng, the head of the building.

In fact, from a very early time, Han Fei had done a lot of things that Fu Sheng had never done before, but he hadn't realized it himself.

With his arm stretched into the shrine, Han Fei’s fingers fell on his idol. The moment he touched the idol, all the memory fragments in his mind began to vibrate, and there was a terrifying laughter from the depths of the ocean of memory. The figure standing in the Scarlet Orphanage raised his head, as if he wanted to get out of the orphanage.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have met the requirements for upgrading the shrine, do you want to upgrade?"

"Yes!"

Pressing the confirmation button, Han Fei's fingers seemed to be attached to the shrine with a force. He could clearly feel the deepening of the connection between himself and the shrine, as if the two were tied together by an invisible rope.

It was also at this moment that Han Fei discovered that the idol in the shrine seemed to have life, and hurting the idol seemed to be hurting himself.

The Yinde value in the attribute panel was rapidly decreasing, and as Han Fei's Yinde disappeared, an indescribable vitality began to radiate from the idol.

After devouring Han Fei's one hundred yin virtues, the idols in the shrine opened their eyes!

There was a flame of madness and despair in those eyes, and he seemed to be laughing wildly when he looked at him!

"so similar……"

The bond between the idol and Han Fei swallowed them at the same time like a flame, burning their memories.

The invisible flame spread on Han Fei's body, burning to the depths of his mind, and suddenly disappeared when he was about to touch the location of the black box.

"Attention number 0000 players! Your shrine has been successfully upgraded to level one! The shrine will randomly generate an indescribable ability based on the player's body and soul characteristics!"

"Please pay attention to player number 0000! Your shrine successfully unlocked its first ability-Soul Mist."

"Soul Mist (exclusive passive ability for the shrine): Your soul is enveloped in the eternal mist. No one can see the real you, including yourself."

"After this ability is activated, the area around the shrine will be shrouded in mist, dead still, desperate, and desolate, even if it is an indescribable existence, it will not be able to see through the mist."

"With this passive ability, all your attributes, physical conditions, and soul will be covered by the soul fog, and no one can see you through."

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! The second upgrade of the shrine requires 500 prestige and 500 yin virtue. Please upgrade your level as soon as possible! Otherwise, the spreading fog may attract the attention of the most terrifying existence in the deep world. Maybe you will be caught by everyone. Treated as an enemy!"

A faint mist floated from the shrine, concealing the idol, enveloping the ancestral hall, and then spreading further away.

In the thick fog, Han Fei didn't feel the slightest abnormality. He seemed to be in the arms of his mother, but the fog made him feel at ease.

The shrine was successfully promoted to the first level, and Han Fei also obtained the first unspeakable level of ability, but this ability was another passive ability.

"Soul fog can affect Unspeakable. Now I can't even understand Unspeakable. But...what's the use of this? I still can't beat anyone!"

The abilities of the shrine only need to look at two parts. The first is the player's own endurance. Han Fei is currently only sixteen. Although his physical strength has reached 26 points, it is still very difficult to withstand an indescribable level of offensive curse.

Secondly, the ability of the shrine is also related to the player's own soul characteristics. Han Fei doesn't know what his characteristics are, and he feels that the system doesn't seem to see anything.

In addition, the shrine itself was kept by butterflies in the black mist for a long time, and all kinds of accidents were combined, so the passive and permanent concealment technique of soul mist appeared.

The fog drifted away, and the owners of the dead building ran into the ancestral hall one after another. They were worried that Han Fei might have an accident.

"Manager, did you make this fog?" Yinglong stood in the fog with the mirror **** on his back. They were very surprised to find that although the soul fog looked like ordinary fog, it could shield the perception of resentment: " It’s a bit strange! You are standing in front of me, I can see you, but I can’t perceive your existence. Can this mist affect resentment?"

"Don't talk about resentment, you can't even see through the mist if you can't speak it." After the shrine was successfully upgraded, Han Fei took out the food left by Xu Qin in his inventory and chewed it until his health was full.

With his five fingers clenched, Han Fei didn't have to worry anymore as he watched his blood volume return to normal.

"The most difficult stage is over, now it's our turn to fight back!" Han Fei's eyes were cold, with a grinning smile on his lips.

"But... during this time, no one seems to be bullying us?" Yinglong blinked one eye, and asked in a puzzled way.

"The dead building area belongs to us. The ghosts in other areas dare to come in, that is a challenge to us." Han Fei gathered his five fingers, and a bladeless knife appeared in his palm: "The soul fog spreads, and the people outside don't Knowing our situation, we take this opportunity to kill all the ghosts that come in, so that people outside will be more jealous and dare not act rashly."

Han Fei has a general understanding of the plastic surgery hospital in reality. There are at least three hatreds in that area, but it is worth noting that even if they have three hatreds, they still dare not step into the dead building area, which shows their individual strength. It's not as good as a butterfly.

"The butterfly has been preparing for so many years, it seems to be preparing to transform into indescribable, but on the day of the soul-returning night, we took advantage of its weakest time to kill it. If we fail that day, we have two shrines and inherited The butterfly in the giant cocoon of the dead building has a high probability of being reborn and becoming even more terrifying."

"The ghosts in other areas only know that the dead building area has undergone tremendous changes, and the black fog full of death has dissipated, but they have been unable to determine whether the butterfly's soul flies away. Now my soul fog will re-shroud here, the stronger we will be. , They will be more frightened. Their hearts will also be constantly shaken, feeling that the butterfly is not only not dead, but also stronger."

Han Fei said all his thoughts, before they have real strength beyond the butterfly, they must make good use of everything that can be used.

"I've never seen this fog of you, and it seems that your shrine is also very special." The mirror **** lay on the mirror, staring at the outside, the fog attached to the mirror surface, making him a little fuzzy : "I haven't seen it, I haven't seen this kind of ability."

"The soul fog will continue to spread. We must create an illusion now. Wherever the soul fog spreads, we will kill it without leaving any living mouth. Then the ghosts in other areas will be afraid and panic, and fight for us. More time." Han Fei didn't know where the fog would spread. He just wanted to muddy the water so that ghosts in other areas would discover the connection between the shrine and the soul fog later.

In fact, he was also forced to be helpless, and ordinary people in other shrines did not dare to touch them at all. But his side was different. If someone really came over and smashed his shrine, he guessed that it would take a long time for anyone to smash the shrine.

But it's okay now, anyway, everything is covered by the mist, and outsiders can't see that the soul mist is escaping from the shrine.

Leaving together with the owners of the dead building, Han Fei started the second "cleaning" of the dead building area.

Soul fog is the ability of Han Fei’s shrine. Not only does it have no effect on him, it also has various hidden bonuses. For example, he can perceive the location of some resentments in the soul fog. In the fog, his blood volume recovers speed, movement speed, The strength has been significantly improved.

In addition, Han Fei also found that those resentments that were more friendly to him were less affected by the soul fog, perhaps because they were willing to worship Han Fei's shrine.

The soul mist itself didn't hurt much, but all the outsiders who were swallowed into the soul mist were not spared.

The life ropes were broken, and the hatred hidden in other areas could not sit still, but when they looked at the soul mist, they found that they could not see through the soul mist with the power of hate, and entered it rashly. There is even a risk of getting lost.

One night, when the hatred was entangled and hesitated, the soul mist had completely enveloped the dead building area, and also swallowed a street on the side of the plastic surgery hospital.

Until this time, the speed of the diffusion of the soul mist began to slow down.

"The shrouding range and spreading speed of this soul mist seem to be related to the laughing soul and the intensity of consciousness."

Han Fei and Zhuang Wen, the jumping-off ghost, stood with Zhuang Wen. Outsiders in the dead building area will soon be cleaned up, but this is not over. They are now on the edge of the plastic surgery hospital.

"According to the butterfly's character, it will definitely retaliate."

Under the concealment of the soul mist, Han Fei and the owner of the dead building entered the plastic surgery hospital area for the first time.

In the past, Han Fei did not dare to let the jumping ghost enter the plastic surgery hospital because she would be discovered in the past. The despair close to hatred could not be perfectly hidden, but now it is different. There is soul fog blocking, no one can see clearly what happens in the fog. What happened.

"Speed ​​up, don't give them time to react!" Han Fei's soul mist only has the ability to hide, but he wants people to equate soul mist with death.

The plastic surgery hospital area is completely different from the dead building area. It seems that earthquakes and various disasters often occur here, and the buildings are skewed, distorted, and deformed, just like the hearts of the people in that hospital.

The more you go inside, the stronger the feeling of absurdity and strangeness.

There are almost no normal human-shaped souls in the plastic surgery hospital area. All the regrets and obsessions have been artificially changed. Some of them have no facial features, a small number of them have facial features, and their faces are still in a mess.

Plastic surgery is obviously to make yourself more beautiful, but the regret and soul of the plastic surgery hospital area are countless times uglier than the dead building.

They are mutilated, weird, and the most beautiful part of their souls seems to have been taken away by other ghosts.

If the dead building area still has a vague appearance of a normal community, then the plastic surgery hospital area is completely like a nightmare that distorts the patient.

Han Fei and the others entered only the outermost streets of the plastic surgery hospital area, but even then they saw countless cruel and terrifying pictures. In this area, people have lost their most basic personalities and are treated like objects.

"The dead building area hides the memory fragments of the previous building leader, and there are a few shrines sheltered, so I barely retained a little beautiful thing. The plastic surgery hospital area should be the real appearance of the deep world, and it is no wonder that Fu Sheng chose to completely destroy this one. road."

Seeing all kinds of terrifying and cruel things, Han Fei did not change his mind. This should be regarded as the biggest difference between him and Fu Sheng.

Without in-depth exploration of the plastic surgery hospital area, Han Fei used the death knife as a standard to test the degree of blood and cleaned the streets shrouded in soul mist.

Hidden by the fog, he and the owner of the dead building left the mark of the butterfly in the street.

"The hatred of the plastic surgery hospital will definitely come to investigate, to find a way to disturb their sight." The spider disappeared, and the old ghost gave up everything and entered the death knife. Only the jumper ghost Zhuang Wen had close hatred in the entire dead building area. The strength of her, but she is not an opponent of the plastic surgery hospital at all.

"The plastic surgery hospital is sandwiched between the paradise and the dead building. I need to make a conflict between the paradise and the plastic surgery hospital as soon as possible." Han Fei has already relied on his neighbors to pass his name out~lightnovelpub.net~Next He was about to really start acting as the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital, just as he now has the protection of the soul fog, and no one can see his details.

"Meet Xu Qin and the others first, and then find the evildoer back." Han Fei's reputation is still rising, he is really scared.

Using the death group chat, Han Fei wanted to get in touch with Haha and the others, but there was no response for a long time, his brows slowly frowned.

After waiting for another ten minutes, another owner who left in the dead building sent a reply-"We were chased by something, and everyone was separated!"

"Where are you now?"

"In the shopping mall at the intersection of Fushou Road and Xingfu Street! You better not come over, that thing is wrapped in hatred!"

There was no reply from the owner of the dead building in the group chat. Han Fei recalled the map of the previous owner. The shopping mall mentioned by the owner of the dead building was located between the paradise and the plastic surgery hospital area. That place was marked with a question mark by the owner.

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