My Healing Game

The color of the whole world is taken away by the dream, and the gorgeous wings seem to have no boundaries. This is the main body of the dream. Standing alone on the top floor of a skyscraper, Han Fei looks at the dream that is so close. Yi, is an exceptionally beautiful person; the ghost called Meng, actually looks like a butterfly. The wings drawn by countless human face patterns waved gently, and Meng Chen seemed to be the rain that swept across the world, drowning all living beings and all hopes. Han Fei, whose body was aging, stepped back and leaned against the shrine. He was so small that he was like dust in front of the dream, insignificant. Without using the unspeakable ability, the strong sense of oppression brought by the dream made all the unspeakables involuntarily stop. It even collapsed the sky of the deep world. "How could there be such a terrifying ghost? The Eleven God Boxes of Dreams Projecting the shallow world, the will is restrained by No. 2, and the many nightmares that make up the dream core have been conquered. After being weakened layer by layer, the dream itself still crushes all the unspeakable.

Not only does it have invincible strength, but it also controls countless believers and the three major criminal organizations in reality, causing chaos in Xinhu and subverting the city.

The black mist was shredded by the wings of the dream, and the thick sea of ​​mist was just to conceal its existence, or it could be said that it was waiting for this moment.

After determining the target, don't give any chance to breathe, go all out to kill!

The gorgeous dreamland in the sky turned into a killing trap. After the dream appeared, the huge dream wings began to wave. It used its indescribable power and did everything in its power to kill Han Fei, an ordinary man. living.

Destiny was distorted, the sea of ​​blood was whining, and the boundless dream turned into a sharp blade that pierced through time. When Han Fei saw the dreamy and beautiful blade, the blade had already appeared in front of his eyes the next moment. It was too fast, and death was instant, completely A blade made of indescribable power is about to pierce through his head, and the target of the dream is the black box in the back of his head!

His eyes closed subconsciously, but the pain did not come. Han Fei heard a harsh sound, and then he felt his shoulders being held down by both hands.

The wrinkled eyelids slowly opened, and Han Fei saw the teacher standing with his back to him.

The old man who had guarded Xinhu all his life, the night policeman full of crimes, turned himself into the night, and stood in front of Han Fei with his whole life's obsession.

The crimes on his body were disappearing rapidly. The old man and Meng were far behind in strength. He burned himself, and all he could get in exchange was to buy a few seconds for Han Fei.

Until his death, he still practiced his principles.

The skin melted, and the place where it came into contact with the gorgeous dream blade gave off a stench, and the weird dream pattern covered the whole body in an instant.

The madness in his eyes dissipated together with the powerful strength belonging to the night police. At the moment when his sanity returned, the old man turned his head to look at Han Fei. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His soul and obsession were twisted by dreams. broken.

The deepest obsession turned into flying dust. The old man was a night watchman. He did not become a star in the sky, but he turned into dust when he died, and fell at the feet of those who came after him. "Teacher..."

The person Han Fei respected the most was not Fu Sheng, but this old man. His life was simple and pure. From the day he became a policeman until he turned into a dustman, he was guarding Xinhu.

He protected those strangers behind him and never asked for anything. His lifelong wish was not money, power, fame, or fortune, but to catch butterflies.

Relying on the few seconds gained by the old man, Kuangxiao, who was entangled by ghosts and beasts, escaped, the blood mist disintegrated, and the next moment, Kuangxiao walked out of the happy box and appeared on the top of the skyscraper.

Twin flowers bloom on the tallest buildings in the deep world, attracting the most vicious butterflies.

The killing blow was dodged by Han Fei, but Meng didn't give up. It was so strong that it surpassed cognition, and it was also extremely insidious. It knew that Han Fei was the weak threat of Kuangxiao, and would stop it as long as it attacked Han Fei.

If Maniacal Laughter doesn't stop it, it will just take away the black box. This is an unsolvable situation, and this is a deadly game! Nightmare all over the sky, gorgeous and beautiful, more spectacular than any landscape in the world, but the killing intent hidden behind this beauty makes even the unspeakable ghosts terrified. The dreams are intertwined with each other, falling with dream dust all over the sky, turning into chains and laughing wildly to avoid, Han Fei will be easily crushed, so he can only bear the endless dream chains, which can't be resisted, the laughter will protect Han Fei However, his own soul was penetrated by the dream lock and was riddled with holes.

Meng has a boundless body, but what is even more frightening is that its innate ability is not melee combat, but mind control.

After the dream lock penetrated the body of the laughing man, it entangled with each other in its body, and the illusion extracted from the nightmare began to shake the will of the laughing man.

Ordinary torture has no meaning to Kuangxiao, but Meng is different, it knows the shortcomings in Kuangxiao's heart, the most gentle child turned into Kuangxiao under its gaze.

Wild laughter is very strong, and it is extremely difficult to kill him, so Meng has thought of a way to deal with this kid since the moment he was born start with things. Laughter killed the other children in the orphanage and carried the will of all the children, but the lost souls of those children were all imprisoned by dreams! He can't torture Laugh, but he can torture the children he cares about the most, and his family members before he became Laugh. In the most splendid and beautiful dream, the souls of other children are hidden except for No. 2 and Kuan Xiao. They are like toys that can't grow up, being played with wantonly. The laughter was not perfect, and he still had a lot of flaws, which Han Fei only saw after Mengsuo penetrated the laughter. The lunatic who kept laughing hysterically, never let go of what happened on the **** night, he lived to bear the obsession with those children who were killed by himself. This is the biggest difference between him and others who cannot be said. The reason for the formation of his own memory world, but even such a maniacal laughter is far more powerful than the ordinary ineffable. If he hadn't encountered a dream, he would have been able to kill until his soul was blown away, stepping on other indescribable bones, standing and disappearing. He has an ineffable healing ability, thinking It is extremely difficult to kill Kuangxiao, and there will be a huge price to pay, so Meng designed these. People have weaknesses, and they can be killed if they have weaknesses.

The dream didn't directly shake the laughter, but used nightmares, death curses, malice, and all the horrors it could think of to torture those children, and through the constant bond between those children and the laughter, it affected the laughter and destroyed the laughter. See After those children in the orphanage, Kuangxiao's body began to tremble, no matter how badly he was injured, he didn't feel pain, but at this moment his heart was locked in the dream of blood dripping through his body, forming a big net inside Kuangxiao's body. His beating heart wrapped around a ghost's heart is different from that of a human being. It condenses his lifelong belief and the obsession that he can't give up no matter what. If Meng digs out the heart from Kuangxiao's body, the end of Kuangxiao will only be lost.

Boundless Dream Wings stretched towards the end of the world, and the emotions that had appeared in the world turned into gorgeous divine lines, which were forcibly imprinted on Kuangxiao's body. Dreams are more vicious than Han Fei imagined. Instead, it is ready to inject its own "poison" into Kuangxiao's heart. It seems that from the moment it sees Kuangxiao, it feels that it is a precious and rare body.

Laughter is more suitable to be its toy than Happy and Butterfly. It needs to erode the soul and will of Laughter step by step to obtain healing power.

Unable to stand up, Kuangxiao collapsed on the top floor with his hands on the ground, struggling hysterically, while Han Fei was protected by Kuangxiao with his body.

All the dream locks pierced Kuangxiao's body, and Han Fei would not be harmed until he fell down.

The dust that the teacher turned into fell to the ground, and Han Fei had no time to be sad, and he laughed crazily at the pain again.

The butcher's knife was gripped tightly with five fingers, but there was no ability to resist.

After the dream shot, the few unspeakable survivors understood and approached the skyscraper at the same time. They each grabbed a dream chain and poured their own divine power into it, as if they were going to tear apart the laughing horses.

Laughing wildly, the hand protecting his heart was pulled away, no matter how strong he was, he could not fight against the six unspeakable deep worlds at the same time. Blood rained down in the night sky, and everything around him was dyed red. He seemed to have returned to the deepest pain and stimulation hidden in his heart at that night. Looking at his mind, under the continuous urging of dreams, the memories that Kuangxiao least wanted to think of filled his eyes. Cracks appeared in the body, and terrible dream patterns grew on the heart. The maniacal laughter could be torn apart at any time, and he ended up in a more miserable end than Fu Sheng. Everything became hopeless. After living for more than 20 years, he still didn't seem to have survived that blood-red night "the sky will never dawn..."

The dream locks were straightened, and all the unspeakable things were staring at the tallest building in the deep world. They laughed wildly as they looked at it, as if they were taking the wild laughter as a sacrifice to the dream. The black mist had completely dissipated, and in a corner that no one noticed, a familiar singing voice suddenly sounded. The abandoned ancestral hall on the edge of the black rain area was lit up, and the owner of the song was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, holding a white lantern with the word "Fu" in his hand. He was young and handsome, with an eternally sad expression. The younger son looks exactly the same.

There is an unnamed tablet enshrined in the ancestral hall, and two soul cigarettes are lit in front of the tablet.

As the singing sounded, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and eight dead people with dull expressions, like puppets without self-awareness, walked out carrying a black coffin.

The coffin was not tightly closed, and it was filled with wooden masks, each of which was stained with blood, minced flesh, and alienated skin.

The master of the singing was reporting the funeral in front, and the coffin bearers of the living dead walked forward with their heads bowed. They seemed to be following the sacrificial steps of the grave village, worshiping a certain person who no longer existed. The unspeakable breath tore apart the remaining black mist, and the unspeakable in the skyscraper also noticed the singing and the wooden coffin. Ghosts and exhaustion immediately let go, the depleted world of death and the world of flesh and blood unfolded at the same time, easily suppressing the song of evocation. The white paper lantern was shaking in the paradise. When the singing could no longer come close, he turned around and bowed to the black coffin. Pushed away, the wooden masks kept falling out of the coffin. The faces on each mask were different, but their expressions were very similar, ferocious, weird, cruel and violent. The black coffin was placed on the ground, and the eight living dead knelt down on the ground. They all exuded amazing hatred. When the last mask fell, a scorched arm stretched out from the coffin and grabbed the mask. The black fire is burning on the arm, and the scorched arm is constantly alienating. The normal ineffable can control his own body, and use the indescribable talent to alienate and deform others, but the ineffable lying in the coffin is reversed. Following the way, he imposed all the alienation and deformity on himself.

He lost his human form, and after getting rid of the suppression of the black coffin, an extremely deformed evil spirit crawled out of the coffin.

No one knows what he has experienced in the deep world. Ugliness is not enough to describe him. His body is growing all the time, the scorched skin is constantly peeling off, and new bodies are constantly growing. There seem to be countless souls living in his heart. He also created masks for those souls. "Carpenter?" A little hope appeared in Han Fei's eyes. He recognized the mourning and growing souls on the carpenter's body. Those souls had similar facial features to the villagers he saw in the graveyard.

After the grave village was buried alive, it was the carpenter who turned into a ghost to collect all the corpses and souls. He was the carpenter in the village, and he participated in the production of all the sacrificial tools and wooden houses.

When everyone died, he built his body into a new grave village. The carpenter is very strong. This strength not only comes from himself, but also the obsessive singing of all the dead souls in the grave village. Compared with the carpenter, it is like a carpenter. The toddler stood beside the experienced hunter, "Is it you?" He recognized the carpenter, and he knew that the carpenter was strong, but he didn't feel afraid: "Dreams are here, you can't save anyone, you can't even I can't save myself. In order to deal with the carpenter with all their strength, Jie and Shenggui released the dream lock, and Xu Qin and Yinghui, who had unlocked all the curses, fought together.

"Even if we don't participate, that poor child will still be sucked clean by the dream, and the flying butterflies have been waiting for the flowers to bloom." The exhausted world of death collided with the carpenter's highly alienated body, the flesh and blood collapsed, and the carpenter's memory world was also revealed Come out, it is a brand new cemetery village, a cemetery village that dares to confront reality and the deep world at the same time.

The cemetery that the carpenter expected was very similar to the "grave village" led by Han Fei. The world in his memory was becoming a reality in Han Fei's hands, which was one of the reasons why he would help Han Fei.

The path Han Fei wanted to take was consistent with the path the carpenter really wanted in his heart.

The ground was torn apart, a small half of the paradise was destroyed, and the **** battle had just begun.

"The black mist of isolated perception finally dissipated. When the black mist dissipated, a clown crawled out of the ruins holding a balloon. He flicked off the dust on his body. He wanted to arrange his clothes gracefully, but a huge force suddenly overturned him. .

A huge shadow appeared behind him, and the writer spider covered in blood looked worriedly at the skyscraper. The gorgeous nightmare reflected his body, casting nine different shadows around him, each shadow exuding a breath of hatred, and each shadow was a butcher holding a murder weapon.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry, rushing over rashly, you won't be able to help them at all, why don't we provide support from the outside." The clown tied the balloon to his wrist and curled up into the crevice of the stone : "Look, like me, it's quite hidden..."

Before he finished speaking, the building where the clown was hiding was trampled on, and an indescribable breath emerged from the edge of the earth. A soul completely condensed from memory stood at the entrance of the paradise. Her body seemed to be carved with diamonds, without a single flaw. , she still held a letter written by Fu Sheng in her hand, but Fu Sheng's name was no longer on that letter. She watched Fu Sheng's name disappear little by little. Fu Yi hated everything, including Fu Sheng and Her own name, but she didn't hate Han Fei as an indescribable existence, as long as she was mentioned, she would feel it. Han Fei met Fu Yi in Fu Sheng's memory box, and under the deliberate manipulation of Fu Sheng's memory fragments, Fu Yi could also feel how Han Fei treated that family.

What happened in reality cannot be changed, but she can give the future a chance. Fu Sheng's letter turned into ashes, and Fu Yi entered the paradise.

Another unspeakable appeared, Beast and Weird wanted to stop Fu Yi together, but Meng instructed all unspeakables to find a way to make Xu Qin's soul fly away, and concentrate on breaking the weakest - the black fog surrounding the paradise has dispersed, All kinds of terrifying auras on the distant horizon are probing, and this gorgeous blood-colored sky has attracted the attention of many unknown ghosts. Mengmeng is unwilling to continue to procrastinate. With its completely crushing strength, it begins to capture the heart of laughter.

Mengsuo tightly binds the heart, and the will to laugh wildly and the will of Meng have the most tragic and direct collision. Meng has no regrets, but there are more and more cracks in Kuangxiao's heart.

He cared too much about the children he killed, and that night trapped him for the rest of his life.

There was a trace of indescribable pain in Gostil's laughter, he was the only one left in his world, that's why Han Fei appeared, he was despair itself.

The fiery and crazy heart was gradually moving away. At this time, something that no one thought of happened.

The children who were once burdened by the laughter, their will and obsession left in the mind of the laughter suddenly began to take the initiative to break away from the children who will always stand with the laughter, seem to make a special decision.

They are not going to let Kuan Xiao continue to carry their obsessions forward, they want to do one last thing for Kuan Xiao, the tall and tall child No. Laughing wildly with a cracked heart. He didn't say anything, the remaining will and obsession actively disintegrated, he cut off the connection between the wild laughter, and used everything he had to repair the crack in the wild laughter's heart.

I am the oldest of all the children, and it is said that I should stand in front of all the children and bear all the hard work of you these years.

Number one is the big brother of all children, but he feels that he is very incompetent, he did not create that miracle.

The No. 1 soul controlled by Meng gradually became sluggish, and then broke directly, "You don't need to continue to bear the pain, you have never done anything wrong, we will accompany you in another form.

The crack in the heart was repaired, and the children from the Scarlet Orphanage walked towards that heart without looking back. Their personal will merged into the heart of Kuangxiao. They let go of their previous obsessions, and it was them The only wish at this moment.

The heart that was about to be dug out started beating again, and part of the shortcomings in Kuan Xiao's heart was made up for, and each of the different personalities did their best to heal Kuan Xiao's despair in their own way.

Meng originally used the souls of other children as a medium to influence Kuangxiao, but who would have thought that the children that Kuangxiao cared about the most would make such a choice? His strength has improved again, but his memory world still hasn't appeared. The soul of Kuangxiao is not complete, it lacks the most crucial part. Seeing Kuangxiao can still resist. The moment Meng's plan changed, he began to surround and kill Kuangxiao and Han Fei with all his strength. The nightmare that decisively and fiercely covered the night sky wrapped inward. The world replaced some of the rules of the deep world, and directly distorted the body of the laughing man, making the nightmare grow in the laughing man's body. Not only the laughing man, but also all the magic boxes of the paradise, the dead building, the hospital and the skyscraper were also eroded by the dream, and the ugly statue grew out of it. Fatigue marks, cracks in the door of the gods, and obvious cracks began to appear on the gods. Other unspeakable memory worlds are the source of their own strength and belief, but the memory world of dreams has been able to change the rules of the deep world, which is not a level of existence at all.

Laughing wildly felt that the connection between himself and the shrine was cut off, he could no longer draw power from the shrine, he seemed to be locked in a cage that was constantly compressed by the dream alone.

He couldn't protect himself and became weaker and weaker. To make matters worse, Meng targeted Han Fei as his main target in order to consume his strength.

If Han Fei didn't want to be killed, he could only resist Meng's attacks again and again. The power of healing was rapidly consumed, and the two children were wrapped in despair on the tallest building in the deep world.

The blood-red night is full of nightmares, and fate seems to have handed over the worst answer to Han Fei and laughing wildly. The souls of innocent people brought out of the magic box of life memory are being slaughtered one by one. The neighbors suffered heavy casualties. Xu Qin, who had protected herself countless times, was attacked by two unspeakable joint forces. The magic weapon she was still building was crushed. , the divine body made of curses is on the verge of collapse.

Looking up, Han Fei looked at the face that was laughing wildly like himself: "Your soul still has the last flaw, and a small part of the blood of the first generation ghost has flowed into my heart, and I can't transfer it all to you."

Han Fei released all the nine lives and other ghosts in the ghost pattern, and he lightly pressed his hand on the laughing magic handle: "If you want the twin flowers to be fully integrated, you have to wait until one flower completely withers, and the other flower dies." to get it all.”

Gao Xing and No. 2 had hinted at Han Fei a long time ago, which was also the reason why No. 2 didn't trust Han Fei in the first place - Han Fei had tried his best to get here, and now there was only one way to change the situation.

"I always thought about this before, but when I really had to face it, I was still a little bit reluctant." Han Fei glanced at the neighbors in the paradise, and one by one insignificant things surfaced. I haven't forgotten that at that time I already felt that the crack in my heart was repaired, but the heart pierced by the dream lock was still slowly moving away from Kuangxiao. He couldn't last long. Consciousness sank into his mind, and Han Fei followed the The steps seen in the grave village allow the soul to grasp the black box. He pours all his experiences, memories, and emotions into it, and at the same time opens both sides of the black box at the cost of everything he owns! Countless years of despair and Destruction poured out from the front of the black box, and the hope held in the hearts of generations of black box owners supported the back of the black box. The two completely opposite forces of destruction and redemption almost tore Han Fei's body into pieces. He knew he couldn't bear it at all. , but he still chose this path.”

Han Fei had already guessed the ending of his fate when number two begged himself at the beginning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dazzling light of the knife reflected the despair in the deep world, and Han Fei swung the knife to slash at the connection between himself and the maniacal laughter one by one His own life can only be complete if he dies, and only after his death can laughter become the new master of the black box, to control the power of destruction and redemption. The companions in the butcher's knife were whining, but Han Fei forced them to show their sharpest sides to him. "Kill me so that more people can be saved. The 59 blade pierced Han Fei's soul and took away part of Han Fei's obsession. When his heartbeat gradually slowed down, Han Fei didn't feel the pain, he just felt the pain in his body. All the things that happened in the past seemed like little flowers blooming on the wall. They couldn't be named, but they felt familiar and warm. The will began to disintegrate, and all the soul blood fell into the laughing shrine. Han Fei watched his body It slowly dissipated. The blood-red rain fell from the night sky and passed through Han Fei's soul. At this moment, the hysterical laughter suddenly disappeared.

The life value was cleared, and Han Fei was unable to hold on to his past life, so he let go of everything. The butcher knife fell next to the laughing magic box, and Han Fei fell from a tall building, with the dark night of the deep world above his head and endless nightmares below him. "Han Fei looked at Kuang Xiao gently, he didn't notice at all, there was a heartfelt and blessed smile on his face: "In the future, you may be the only one left, but I hope you can do it every day. Be happy." Finally, thank you for coming to my show, but it's time for my life to come to an end.