Han Fei had no time to worry about Xiaofang and Brother Hua; his mind was entirely occupied by the fragmented image of the Building-jumping Ghost, impossible to dismiss!
"Stay calm! The little girl has already been taken out; this is a rare opportunity, I must seize it well!" he thought.
"Right, stay composed! If I want to restore the Building-jumping Ghost's sanity, I need to try to fuse their scattered memories back together."
"First, I must go to the eighth floor to find the Female Live-streamer and get her to wear the Red Skirt, as only the complete Red Skirt has a chance to block the Building-jumping Ghost."
"After the Building-jumping Ghost is blocked, I need to find the divorced mother and Needle Woman, and their children, then..."
The howling wind pierced his ears, and the pungent smell of blood, like thick ocean waves, instantly engulfed Han Fei's head.
The Building-jumping Ghost caught up!