My Healing Game

Han Fei told Xu Qin a bright future in this gloomy world of despair.

There are evil spirits and monsters everywhere. If you are not careful, you will lose your soul. Hope is the least common thing in this kind of place.

Once Han Fei was a hopeless person, he was very depressed, very unlucky, and he was already lazily struggling to resist.

But when he entered the deep world, he realized that it is not terrible to have no hope. The terrible thing is that he lives in boundless despair, and he doesn't even know what hope is.

After meeting a neighbor, Han Fei was able to feel the change in his mentality. He discovered that his desire to survive was so strong, and that he wanted to live so seriously.

His life was changed by this underworld game, and now he also wants to change the people around him.

Xu Qin is a lunatic judged by the system, and even the introduction of the system says that Xu Qin is a curse aggregate, and his state is very unstable, but what about?

In Han Fei's opinion, Xu Qin had saved his life more than once, which was enough.

"You take a good rest, I'm still waiting to eat the food you cook." Han Fei looked at the dark night out of the window. He saw the boundless despair and the empty streets: "After exploring the surroundings, we can stay here. There is a deli on the street. The food you cook is so delicious. It will surely attract a lot of things and heal their broken hearts."

Xu Qin's condition gradually recovered, and Han Fei left the fifth floor.

...

Huang Ying's consciousness that was severely stimulated slowly recovered. The moment he opened his eyes, his body could not help but curled up together. He was now very scared and in a trance.

"you're awake?"

A kind and kind voice came into his ears, and Huang Ying looked vigilantly in the direction where the voice came from.

Under the dim light, an old lady walked out of the kitchen carrying the freshly cooked porridge: "I think you have yin deficiency. I will cook you a pot of porridge. Drink while it is hot."

The square-box TV is showing advertisements, and the house is decorated as a whole decades ago, simple but warm.

"I remember being chased by a ghost..." Huang Ying sat on the bed for a long time. He found that his previous memory had become a little fuzzy, as if he had been hammered in his head by something.

"You seem to have a nightmare." The old lady served Huang Ying a bowl of soup: "I saw you lying alone in the corridor. I was afraid that you would catch a cold. Start talking nonsense."

"Is it really a dream? But that's too real." Huang Ying sat up from the bed, he could smell the scent of porridge, exhausted, he slowly picked up the bowl of porridge.

Touching his cheek in the steaming steam, Huang Ying tried to take a sip.

The warmth slid down the mouth and into the stomach, fragrant and warm, dispelling the chill from the body.

Some unbelievable holding porcelain bowls, Huang Ying flashed through scenes of horrible and **** scenes, like a woman crawling on the ceiling like a spider, a perverted murderer whose half of her body was scorched, and the one who deceived herself. Baby face with cracked mouth when entering the room.

Successive terrors flooded to helpless himself, he shook his head desperately, and finally looked at the steaming porridge in his hand.

A simple bowl of porridge, the indescribable warmth brought Huang Ying an unprecedented experience. He had never had such a warm porridge.

Holding the porridge in both hands, Huang Ying cried out looking at the bowl of porridge after escaping from the dead.

"What's the matter with your child?" The old lady didn't know what Huang Ying was crying for. She picked up the cloth on the table and handed it to Huang Ying: "Why is such a big person crying?"

"No." Huang Ying sniffed and wiped his red and swollen eyes: "The porridge you made is so delicious. My mother often cooked porridge for me when she was still alive."

"Do you think of your mother?"

"En." Huang Ying was not afraid of being hot, and drank a big mouthful of porridge: "I was very naughty when I was a kid. Once I went to the lake to play in winter and accidentally slipped in. The layer of ice was very thin. Shouting, my mother jumped down to save me desperately. Later she pushed me to the shore, but she didn't have the strength to climb up."

"Your mother is great."

"I have always blamed myself. Now I have a lot of money and I can get what I want, but I can't say that I am happy or unhappy. I always feel something in my heart." Huang Ying drank the old lady and cooked. His porridge, his eyes are still red: "I rarely tell people this. Sometimes I think I don't think about it anymore, but in the nightmare I just saw my mother again."

"Did you see your mother just now?" The old lady was a little surprised.

"In that endless fear, just when I thought I was going to die, and I had given up struggling, she appeared again." Huang Ying tried to think back: "Just like when I was very young, she was I rescued me when I was about to die, she entered the depths of my nightmare and saved me."

"Did you see clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but in such a desperate nightmare, who besides my mother would come and take me away? They made me feel very similar." Huang Ying touched his heart: "This game can always capture The softest ray of light in the bottom of my heart, maybe it wants to heal my pain in this way..."

While Huang Ying was muttering to himself, the bedroom door was opened, and a child saw the porridge and vegetables on the table and opened his mouth and said, "I don't eat from the coffin..."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady covered the child's mouth.

Rubbing the red and swollen eye sockets, Huang Ying headlessly drank all the porridge on the table: "Actually, I am a very persuasive person. I only dare to say these things to the NPC in the game."

He stood up, bowed deeply to the old lady, and then took out a lot of gifts from the inventory and placed them on the table: "Thank you for the porridge, but I can’t calm down yet, I have to go. Do one thing to confirm a guess!"

After speaking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huang Ying walked to the bathroom under the incomprehensible gaze of the old lady and the child.

He grabbed the bathroom door handle and looked back at the cozy cabin: "Perhaps I understand the meaning of hidden maps. This game is really beyond my expectation. It hits people's hearts and souls."

Slowly using his arms, Huang Ying opened the bathroom door. The moment he opened the door and walked in, a hand fell on his back.

Boundless Yin Qi instantly emerged, and Huang Ying's body turned into a **** light and penetrated into the blood-red attribute panel.

The bloodshot attribute panel slowly returned to normal, and Han Fei, who had just used the soul-recovering talent, sat down on the ground.

"Is it so expensive for the body to regain the soul? I feel that the body is completely hollowed out."

Han Fei rushed to Meng Shijia before Huang Ying woke up. He was worried about the sequelae left by Huang Ying, so he hid in the bedroom and watched it secretly. He didn't send Huang Ying back until Huang Ying woke up. .

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