Chapter 141: Level Eight

The old man in the Corpse Pit also saw Han Fei and Yinglong, and he truly couldn't believe that in this world perpetually shrouded by darkness, he could still witness such a scene.

"Family?"

The bloodstained telephone wire withdrew from corpse after corpse, and the old man actively removed the Curse from all the guests.

All along, the dialogue with the guests had been with themselves, their own inner obsessions had become the Curse that bound them.

The sleepwalking guests slowly came to their senses, their expressions varied, some surprised, some with a look of panic, and among them, the man in the raincoat was the most peculiar.

He concealed a sharp knife under his raincoat, his gloomy eyes swept over Han Fei, and he silently moved towards the edge of the Corpse Pit.

When he was merely one or two meters away from Han Fei, he suddenly lunged at Han Fei with the knife!

"Snap!"