"Hey! Act normal!" Ji Zheng scrambled to one side when he saw Han Fei like this: "You all saw it. I didn't say anything out of line, and his becoming like this has nothing to do with me."
Finding the safe Command Door had not been easy, but now Ji Zheng had to cover the eyes of the frightened boy, deeply worried that Han Fei might provoke the child and cause the Disaster Ghost to lose control again.
"There's someone else inside his body, and that's the real him," Mr. Mo fiddled with the radio, and after a long while, the Dancer's intermittent voice came through.
"Have you found the child?"
"We found the person, but now I'm trapped in the building with him, and his condition doesn't look good, the Blood personality you mentioned before is devouring him!"
"We can't help, he has to rely on himself," the Dancer's voice was filled with exhaustion: "You guys hurry up to the fiftieth floor, there's something in the cottage left by the Florist and me that can help you."
