My Healing Game

A pair of eyes stared at the ever-changing numbers on the elevator display, some with bloodthirsty impulses hidden in them, some with suppressed despair, and others with cold killing intent.

They all condensed their breath and waited quietly.

On the black elevator screen, the red number seemed to be bleeding. After ten seconds, the elevator finally stopped.

The blood-stained elevator door slowly opened towards both sides, the pungent smell of blood and a strong rancid smell wafted in the house, and then a hand stretched out from the elevator car.

The hands covered with dead human scars were grayish-purple, and the swollen fingers were wearing several expensive rings. As the body began to swell, those rings were squeezed into the flesh, as if they had grown in the flesh.

A dull breathing sounded, and the hand slowly applied force, dragging out the fat body little by little.

The hand-sewn clothes were soaked in corpse water, constantly exuding a foul smell, and the tie was hung obliquely on the neck full of fat, and was held down by the thick fat.

"The bookshelf has been moved?"

A hoarse voice came from his chapped lips, and an extremely ugly face was reflected on the window glass.

The foot of the Maidan elevator stopped, and the person seemed to feel something.

After a short pause, he backed up suddenly, his swollen fingers repeatedly pressing the elevator buttons.

The silver-gray elevator doors began to close, but they were only half closed as if there was a malfunction, and they could no longer be closed.

There was cries in the narrow elevator car inexplicably, and on the blood-stained wall, a dark eye suddenly opened, and then as if some mechanism was triggered, the temperature of the entire room suddenly began to drop sharply!

Without warning, the jammed elevator door was opened a little bit, and two red letters on the elevator display-overloaded.

Pairs of pale hands emerged, and pale faces squeezed into the elevator car.

I don't know who moved the hand first, but when the extremely well-dressed monster reacted, he was already besieged in the center.

There was an uneasy roar in his throat, and a faint black mist appeared under the clothes soaked in corpse water.

When the cry was approaching, he rushed to the delivery elevator desperately!

The crying inside the room became harsh, and eyes opened on the door of the office.

With blood and tears dripping, a thin girl was standing alone at the door, her black eye sockets staring straight at the monster, with a sweet smile on her mouth.

The monster closed his eyes immediately, but it was still a step too late. He found that his movements began to slow down, his consciousness seemed to be drawn by some kind of force, and he seemed to be forcibly deprived of it.

Consciousness was trying to counter the suction, and he gradually became unable to control his body. The despair in his heart was stirred, and the bad memories sealed long ago all poured out.

The despair in the heart is like a spike that starts to stab the soul, and the despair in the body is like a prison imprisoning flesh and blood.

In just one minute, the monster could no longer struggle, his special abilities had not even been displayed, and his consciousness, soul, and mutilated body were all controlled.

"Are you the boss of this security company?"

Holding a resurrection knife, Han Fei's way of inquiring is quite special. He doesn't care what the other person answers, directly aiming at the opponent's arm and swinging the knife vigorously!

The more creatures that have been slaughtered, and the heavier the murder, the sharper the resurrection knife will be.

Han Fei was able to judge whether the opponent was an ordinary bad guy or a heinous demon by the speed of his chopping arm.

The blade slashed across without any hindrance, and one of the monster's arms had fallen to the ground.

The whole process was very fast, and even the monster himself had not felt the pain, his eyes had already seen the arm falling beside the foot.

A few seconds later, severe pain struck, and the monster began to scream frantically.

"who are you!"

Without any question, meeting is a straight shot. Both parties should have deep hatred, but the monster doesn't remember Han Fei's appearance at all. This should be the first time they met.

"Your hand is stained with blood, and the killing you made is heavier than the beasts in the beast alley." Han Fei stared at the squirming arm on the ground. After being chopped off, the arm exuded a rancid smell. Soon it was corrupted and turned into a black mist.

When the black mist drifted from Han Fei, the crying altar was opened, and a hideous monster crawled over and swallowed the black mist with a big mouth.

Satisfaction appeared in its eyes, and then greedily stared at the body of the security company boss.

Being stared at by the bug, the monster felt terrified. He didn't remember when he offended Han Fei: "What is your purpose here? I can give you whatever you want."

"It's the boss, and I know how to negotiate." Han Fei smiled and looked at each other, like a boy next door with no scheming, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

"There are a lot of yin and various items accumulated in the building, I can take you to fetch it." The monster's gaze slowly moved away from Han Fei. He saw Bai Si Nian standing in the corner, and his anger burst out instantly: "He brought you here, right? Unexpectedly, this coward who can't sell it should dare to do such a thing."

Being stared at by the monster, Bai Si Nian was also completely blank. He looked at the sudden resentment around him, and to be honest, he was very scared in his heart.

"It has nothing to do with him. I came here mainly to inquire about some things with you and take away some things by the way." Han Fei sat on the desk: "This security uniform on my body, you should look familiar. Right?"

The monster didn't pay attention at first, but now it looked at Han Fei when Han Fei said so.

When he found that Han Fei was wearing a special security uniform, the fat on his ugly face shook slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Are you from the dead building?"

"It doesn't matter where I come from, I want to know how many security guards you sent to the dead building, and what is the relationship between you and the dead building?"

Hearing Han Fei's question, the monster didn't immediately speak, until his consciousness was about to be sucked away, he gave up resisting.

"I don't know how many people have been sent there, but I am doing this to protect more people. If I don't pick the right people to send over, the residents of the dead building will run out by themselves, and the whole street will be the whole street. It may become a dead street~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The monster knelt to the ground, he seemed to have some difficulties, his ugly face was full of pain and self-blame.

If it weren't for Han Fei to stab the opponent just now, if it wasn't for Han Fei himself to be an actor, then the monster might really be able to fool it.

"Don't act so hard. Your acting doesn't have the feeling of being easily retractable. It seems to me very stiff." The death knife in Han Fei's hand fell again, and the other arm of the monster turned into a black mist. He was very happy. Climbed to the monster's side.

Han Fei acted very decisively, as if he had already known part of the truth. The monster that had lost his arms was bluffed, and kept wailing for mercy, and did not dare to conceal it: "The dead building asked me to send some suitable souls regularly to serve as Containers, they want to plant seeds deep in their souls, hoping to bloom the most special flowers."

"flower?"

"Seeds are insect eggs, and flowers are colorful butterflies. The managers of the dead building have always wanted to make perfect flowers, but it has never been successful. Most of the flowers cannot bloom, and a small number of blooms have flaws. "

The monster's words caught Han Fei's attention. The butterfly in the dead building seemed to want to make another butterfly?