My Iyashikei Game Chapter 351: His 3 Children

“Why is there a door here?” The dark red blood soaked deep into the wood, like it was a part of the inner wall of the dresser. Han Fei didn’t touch it but instead used his phone to take a picture of it. While he did that, he discovered something else. In the middle of the ‘blood door’, there was a faded carving of a headless door guardian. A line was carved across the guardian’s neck.

‘Is this the headless guardian from Room 4044? Its head was decapitated by Fu Sheng?’ The dresser before him had witnessed many secrets. If not for the inconvenience, Han Fei wanted to carry the whole dresser home. Zhuang Ren’s tape didn’t show what happened inside this room but based on Han Fei’s experience, he could figure them out quite easily.

‘Fu Sheng said that Butterfly is a ghost so there is a good chance that Butterfly originated from the cryptic world, but what exactly is its original self? Would the Butterfly show itself on the Night of Resurrection?’ On the Night of Resurrection 14 years ago, many horrible cases happened at Xin Lu. Many innocent people died that night, they were probably Butterfly’s Living Sacrifices. But what confused Han Fei was, ‘What was the goal of Butterfly for killing so many people? What would it gain?’

Han Fei frowned contemplatively when he heard a wispy song come from somewhere inside the building. Hearing the melody, Han Fei instinctively moved to the corner to hide. He held the nunchucks nervously. He only realized he was in the real world when he thought about opening his inventory.

‘This building has been abandoned for decades already, there should be no one here but me so where did the song come from?’ Due to the distance, Han Fei couldn’t hear the song that clearly. He walked out the door and climbed up the stairs. When he reached the top floor, the song became much clearer. ‘It came from here?’

The top floor’s corridor was crowded with trash. A few boxes that were filled with books and old clothes caught Han Fei’s attention. ‘Why are these left behind?’ Han Fei took out the dusty books un

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