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The situation at the theme park was very complicated. Some wanted to protect the Unmentionables body, some wanted to destroy it, and others wanted to seal it back up. The first-generation ghost under the theme park became the focus. Everyones fate was surrounding it. Han Feis consciousness was slowly joining with the dead body. It was an indescribable experience. He remembered he was Han Fei, but he also had memories of many unfamiliar names and experiences.

The body was an accumulation of the worlds negative emotions. Uniting with the body meant embracing the sadness actively. The process was strange. A small accident and one would be assimilated. Only those who grew up in despair could unite with the despair perfectly.

If the first-generation ghost was described as a sea of negative emotions, normal people would lose themselves instantly once they fell into the water. However, people like Han Fei and Little Eight could attempt to reach the core of the ocean.

Could this be a process meant for every black box owner? Is Little Eight the next owner created by Butterfly? As Han Fei joined with the body, he started to control the Unmentionable. He tried to lift his neck. He saw the body had grown together with the theme park. All the killing rides were connected to the blood vessels that came out of this body. It was this body that caused the theme park to expand into an uncontrollable monster.

The first-generation ghost is making its move! Hes waking up! We need to destroy him no matter what!

Pull out the knife on his heart!

Seal up the channel!

The roar thundered. Han Fei turned to the source of the sound. The people who wanted to destroy the first-generation ghost and block off the cryptic world wore the theme park uniform. However, they looked like monsters. They crawled out of the deepest buildings at the theme park. They lost the human shape. They were monsters, but they charged at the forefront. They were not afraid of death or anything. Perhaps from their perspective, only by severing the connection between the real world and the cryptic world would humanity reach salvation. There was no justice and evil. There were only different perspectives. Everyone raced down the path they believed was right. They would never stop, even if it cost their lives.

Are they the hidden power of the theme park?

The competing force was the laughing crowd. Controlled by Mad Laughter, his power spread through the visitors. The more chaotic the world, the more powerful he was. Seeing the crowd, Han Fei knew that Mad Laughter was still alive. His real consciousness had been hidden somewhere. The theme park workers should be looking for him too.

Slaughter happened everywhere around the theme park. Other than the laughing crowd and the workers, there were endless ghosts and disciples carrying sacrifices. They all wanted to get close to the carcass.

Blood splattered everywhere. As more people died, the dead body under the theme park started to change. Others might not notice it, but as the main consciousness, Han Fei felt it clearly. As more lives were fed into the body, the heart started to slowly pound!

Han Fei tried his best to turn his head. He saw the giant body. The body was covered in numerous wounds. Endless capillaries grew out of the wounds. They were like big tree roots and spread through the underground of the theme park. It absorbed everything the theme park had to offer. At first, the theme park was built to use happiness and joy to counter the despair that was accumulating within this body. However, the body was now using the theme park to promote massacre, envy, madness, and anger. The ugliest side of humanity was shown all around the theme park. The carcass was not weakened. In fact, it had gotten stronger.

Everyone knew that the first-generation ghost might awaken and destroy everything. However, no one stopped. Everyone stepped into this meat-processing machine believing that they were doing the right thing.

Han Fei could feel himself getting drawn into the first-generation ghosts body faster and faster. He tried to lift his head. Wailing souls were bound to his hair made from hatred. The whole ground shook.

The first-generation ghost is absorbing your resentment! If this continues, well all die!

Youre the sinners of this city!

The world is turning to hell

Theres still a chance! Dont give up!

Han Fei saw a broken butchers knife stabbed through the first-generation ghosts heart. The knife appeared to be made from bones. It stuck through the spot where all the blood capillaries congregate. It was what everyone was fighting for.

What will happen if this knife is pulled out?

Han Fei continued to look down. He noticed a black stain around the ghosts abdomen. It looked like black blood and also a piece of human skin sewn on. After absorbing enough negative emotions, the stains opened up like a pair of butterfly wings.

Dream is still living in the cryptic world. He is an Unmentionable. The Dream in this memory world probably has been replaced by the real Dream. He has arrived here. Thinking back to the clues he had regained, Han Fei prepared for the worst. When I can move my arms, Ill have to remove that piece of skin!

Han Fei glanced further down. The legs of the first-generation ghost were wrapped by a monster radiating death. The monster was huge, but his face was about the size of a normal person.

The monster was looking at Han Fei. Han Fei recognized him. No. 4?

No. 11, the clown, and No. 4 were both chosen by Fu Sheng to enter the theme park to maintain the most basic rules. This altar was Fu Shengs most important altar. He wouldnt allow anything to happen to it. So he had two orphans watch over it. However, Fu Sheng didnt expect that the two orphans would swing to support Han Fei not long after Han Fei entered the memory world. Compared to helping Fu Sheng revive, they had more hope for Han Fei. They had been helping Han Fei while avoiding the rules of the altar world.

I remember No. 4 once told me that he is underneath the theme park. Han Fei had no idea what No. 4 was doing. He appeared to be sharing the pressure with Han Fei.

The bloody massacre continued. Han Fei felt his consciousness being grabbed by endless bloody hands as they tried to force him into the decaying body.

Han Fei slowly became the first-generation ghost. He endured the sea of negative emotions as he tried to control the dead body.

The arms tore apart the endless blood capillaries. The night trembled. With everyone watching in fear, the carcass that should be long dead slowly sat up.