My Healing Game

The corpses were pierced by telephone lines, they were pieced together and crowded together, just to protect the cursed object in the middle.

Li Huo, who had swallowed his elder brother, was completely out of control. He couldn't tell who was in front of him. There was a black mist on his ten fingers, and that thing seemed to be able to burn his soul.

He attacked indiscriminately, the corpse in the underground pit was smashed, and the damage caused by the black fog to consciousness was spread by the cursed object on all the ghosts in the hotel.

When Li Huo attracted the cursed object's attention, Han Fei closed his eyes and focused on manipulating the Scarlet Paper Man.

The memory in his mind was gradually stained red, and the horrors experienced by the Scarlet Paper Man began to affect Han Fei. If he had not died so many times in the managerial mission, he might have collapsed by now.

Dozens of deaths have repeatedly tempered his will, Han Fei gritted his teeth, ignoring the various illusions in his mind, and just let the blood-colored paper man crawl into the depths of the corpse bit by bit.

There was Li Huo frantically attacking on the front, and the blood-colored paper man invaded on the back. The cursed object buried deep in the ground exposed its biggest weakness, that is, it could not move at will.

After a corpse was smashed open, the Scarlet Paper Man smashed into the corpse pile.

At the core of the corpse pile is an old man, withered and shrivelled, covered in blood-red telephone lines, and his muddy old eyes are full of pain and regret.

"Not a curse? A person?"

Han Fei couldn't stop at this time, and if he waited any longer, the Firefly Dragon would definitely die.

With the arrow on the string, Han Fei gave the last command to the Scarlet Paper Man to attack the tangled telephone line on the old man's body.

The smell of blood emerged in the house, and the paper man with a terrible smile on his face directly pierced his hands into the old man's chest.

The Scarlet Paper Man didn't do what Han Fei said. It seemed to be attracted by something and smiled silently. Both hands cut a big hole in the old man's chest like a knife.

Then its body was soaked with blood, and it jumped directly into the old man's chest.

At that moment, all the ghosts in the house paused.

After a while, the blood-colored paper man took out a beating heart from the old man's chest, and all the phone lines plunged into the heart. That heart is the source of all the phone lines in the hotel!

The movement of the controlled ghost began to slow down, and the Scarlet Paper Man was excited to swallow that heart, and Han Fei took a lot of effort to stop the opponent.

In my scarred heart, I could vaguely hear the cry of an old lady. She seemed to be the curse that Han Fei was looking for.

"Li Shao! Enough! Don't fight! That's your own! Li Shao! Take your brother away quickly!"

Han Fei yelled loudly, that Li Huo was just stunned, and he was even ready to make a few gestures with the Scarlet Paper Man.

While trying to control the paper people, while trying to stop Li Huo, Han Fei was with these ghosts, and if he didn't pay attention, he might be killed by them inadvertently.

Under Han Fei's constant urging, Li Huo's body slowly changed. The black mist on his hand spread to the surroundings. When the mist dissipated, the tall and thin ghost appeared.

Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief when Li Zhao appeared, and he concentrated on wanting the paper man to take the heart.

Unexpectedly, as long as that heart moves, all the cursed ghosts in the hotel will feel pain. They seem to have all been connected as a whole.

"The situation of Yinglong is relatively bad, and it can't stand the toss." Han Fei didn't want to lose the clerk, he took the crying hand and jumped into the corpse.

"The way to break the curse is to destroy the cursed object, but this thing can share the damage, even if it is killed, it will definitely drag other people to die together." When Han Feizheng frowned, the old man with severely shrinking body slowly Twisting his neck, he looked at Han Fei.

"Don't kill her, it's all my fault. I can atone for her."

The old man's voice was intermittent, and it seemed that he was about to be dissipated.

"You help her atone for her sin?"

"I am the owner of the hotel. In my heart lives my wife who has been with me for more than forty years." The old man said in an almost imploring tone: "We used to run a hotel together, and then I fell ill, and the store was handed over to her. Take care of it alone."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. When I woke up one night, I found myself not in the hospital, but on this street. I was scared until I found this hotel again." The old man crawled on the ground, trying to get closer That heart: "There was no one in the store at the time. I just managed it here. I wanted to wait for her to come back, but she never came back until I received her call one night..."

"How could she call you?"

Han Fei already understood that the old man ran a hotel before he was alive, and he died in the hospital.

When he woke up again, he entered the deep world. However, the situation of the old man was a bit special. After he entered the deep world, he still retained the memory of his wife and the hotel.

"I was very excited when I received her call. I was so afraid that I would never hear her voice again. I told her that I wanted to see her, but she said that it was not time yet, let me wait." The old man had muddy eyes There is a touch of tenderness: "I listen to her and am waiting for her, but I am afraid that one day she will actually come... Actually, it is enough to call her every day."

"When we talk about our past, there is always more to say."

"She is still as bad-tempered as before, nagging, sometimes I want to hang up the phone, but the next day I will stay by the phone."

"With her with me every day, I am not so scared anymore."

"But later, as more and more customers ran into the store, she suddenly told me that she was scared because she felt that she had changed. She heard too many desperate, terrifying, and unimaginable things."

"Her voice is uncomfortable, I know she is in pain, so I want to comfort her, but she has been reluctant to see me."

"Until one night a long time later, she called and told me that she was going to leave, and might not even be able to make calls in the future."

"Can you imagine my pain? I couldn't understand it. I told her that I put everything down now, and I hope to see her."

"She agreed that day, and she let me enter the basement of the hotel with the phone."

"Walking in the basement full of various lines, I am still chatting with her, asking where she is? But she said let me look back..."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were squeezed together, and his eyes became dim.

"I looked back and found that the phone line had already been cut short. The voice didn't come from the phone at all, but from my heart."

"I call my home phone every day, but I never get through. I have been talking to my thoughts."

"People's obsessions are strong enough to a certain extent, and some changes will happen. My longings turned into a curse, attached to the phone in the hotel."

"My thoughts are out of control, and there is no goodwill in my heart. I know there is no hope in this world, just like my wife never answered my phone."

The old man burst into tears as he spoke, and he began to cry like a child.

Han Fei doesn't know how long the old man has been trapped here, maybe there are many remnants like old people in the deep world~www.wuxiaspot.com~ old man, to be honest, I don't know if there is any hope in this world. "Squatting on the pile of corpses, Han Fei silently stared at the old man: "However, if there is really no hope in this world, then I will be your hope. "

He motioned to the paper man to put the heart back on the old man's chest: "I will return your thoughts and kindness to you, and you will return my friend to me."

The old man who had been ready to fly away had a complicated expression when he heard Han Fei's words.

The heart that involved all the phone lines was beating in his chest. The old man covered his chest and retracted all the phone lines that passed through the corpse. The voice of the deceased remained on every line.

"brother!"

Yinghuo ran up to Yinghuo. Yinghuo, whose body was about to dissipate, touched Yinghuo's face, and then crawled to Han Fei. His only one-eyed eye was filled with unprecedented gratitude.

"You don't need to thank me." Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to lift the dragon up: "There is no need to thank the family members."