My Healing Game

Every time Han Fei looks at the system prompts related to Dagui, Han Fei will have a very complicated emotion.

It is a good thing for Da Nie to be promoted to F rank, but it seems that the faster it is upgraded, the stronger the death will be on the owner's body.

In other words, the smoother the evil, the closer Han Fei was to death. This kind of pet is not a real warrior, and he dare not raise it at all.

"Hate skin? This skin feels the same as human skin. I didn't expect it to be hate." Han Fei attaches great importance to that human skin. He has never seen hate before: "This skin appears. , So I can be sure that there is hatred in the dead building, and it must be related to butterflies."

Looking at the colorful butterfly patterns on human skin, Han Fei was considering how to maximize the effect of human skin.

Seeing that Han Fei was very satisfied with the human skin, Dagui happily circled Han Fei. It seemed that he wanted to rub Han Fei, but Han Fei was almost poisoned to death.

It hasn't been more than three days after raising Daxie, his resistance to poison has risen to a considerable level.

"Good job." Han Fei with black lips still insisted on giving Da Nie encouragement. After doing this, he began to think about another question.

The corpse mountain and the sea of ​​flowers and the eight capitals have been solved, why the F level mission has not been completed?

The security company is not a special building. This F-level mission should not be that difficult.

Standing in the deep pit, Han Fei discovered that there was no human skin suppression, and the weak obsessions remaining in the corpses slowly recovered. They had been deprived of everything by the butterfly, and now only pain was left.

Looking at the corpses that seemed to be talking in a dream, Han Fei felt a little unbearable, and he took out the Resurrection Knife from his inventory.

"If one day I fall into the hands of the butterfly, I might end up just like you, without life or death, and losing everything."

There are too many things in this deep world that are more terrifying than death. For those Can Nian trapped in the corpse, death is the last gift Han Fei can give them.

"I send you to another place, I hope you can live the life you want."

Countless pairs of arms held the handle of the knife and gathered a warm and bright knife.

The blade slashed across, dissolving the pain, soothing the despair, and giving the souls pierced by the rhizomes a chance to say goodbye at last.

Most of the remnant thoughts disappeared, and a very small part of the souls who held humanity to the end, they also entered the death knife and stood behind Han Fei.

The killing of other knives will be bloody, and the blade will become blunt, but the Resurrection Knife is just the opposite. Its blade becomes brighter and sharper, and the inadvertent breath in it will make ordinary resentment feel terrified.

Such a knife shouldn't have appeared in the deep world, and only Han Fei could hold such a knife in the entire deep world.

After helping all the remnant souls in the pit to free themselves, the corpse mountain completely collapsed.

Each coat represents a human life, and the crime committed by the butterfly is unforgivable.

Climbing out of the pit, Han Fei looked at the last remnant soul on the fourth floor of the basement-the master of Bai Miss, the security guard responsible for bringing the newcomer.

He died for Bai miss, did not choose to drink the blood in the blood puddle, but stopped by the blood puddle, as if to help the same people as him.

Having been absorbed by flowers for a long time of memory and humanity, the master of Bai Miss no longer remembers anything, he only has one instinct left.

"Get out of the way, he is in pain now." Han Fei stopped in front of Bai Si-nian, who was holding the master's body with a very complicated expression. He was not psychologically ready to accept all this.

After a long time, Bai Si-nian gently placed the master on the ground and quietly knelt down beside her.

"Your master has helped many people, and you are just one of them. But in the end he resolutely chose to die for you. You have to think about why he did it?" Han Fei clenched the death knife, he did not comfort Bai Miss, just tell the other person the truth: "Perhaps your master sees some kind of hope in you. He thinks you can change a lot of things and you can save more people."

"Me?" No one had ever said this to Bai Si-nian, and it was the first time he thought about this issue.

"I don't have your master to understand you, so you don't need to believe me, but I hope you can trust your master's judgment." The final farewell was over, Han Fei pierced the warm blade into Master Baisi's chest, but it seemed to touch Something happened.

Unlocking the security uniform of Master Bai Miss, Han Fei found that he had stored a thick sign-in form next to him, which printed the names and photos of all the deceased, as well as some of the things they did.

The boss of the security company did not lie completely. The death building took prey among the ghosts on Yimin Street. If they send suitable utensils to the death building from time to time, the people in the death building will go out to find it by themselves, and there will be more deaths and injuries.

In a sense, they did protect Yimin Street, but they were far from qualified to be the protector.

The thick sign-in form was almost soaked in blood stains, held very lightly, but contained heavy things.

Han Fei didn't know how Bai Si-nian's master kept this list, maybe he just didn't want them to be forgotten.

"Next, this thing should be handed over to you." Han Fei handed the sign-in form to Bai Si-nian.

Silently accepted the sign-in form, Bai Si-nian put it in his arms and put it close to him.

This coward seems to have made a certain decision, and he has already begun to change inadvertently.

The Mortal Knife stabbed again, this time without any obstruction, the remnant soul of Master Bai Miss entered the Mortal Knife, the already bright blade became brighter, and one more person was walking with Han Fei.

"Wang Sheng Dao recognized your master~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It can also be said that your master recognized me."

Han Fei put away the blade, at the same time he finally received the system prompt.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully completed the F-level hidden mission-the protector of Yimin Street! Free skill points plus three!"

"The degree of completion of hidden missions exceeds 90%! An additional award will be given to the F-level title-the patron saint of Yimin Street!"

"The patron saint of Yimin Street (F-level title): From today, you will be the new patron saint of Yimin Street."

"After obtaining the title, you will be eligible to open the shrines on Yimin Street! All resentment and friendliness in Yimin Street will increase by three, and all resentments and regrets in Yimin Street will be less hostile to you, and hatred will no longer be within this range. ."

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully reached level 12! Free attribute points plus one!"

After receiving the system prompt, Han Fei realized that this F-level mission was not to kill eight poems, but to free all Cannian and become a true protector recognized by them.