My Healing Game

"Death Curse (E-level hidden mission): You will die in a certain arranged way at some time!"

"Task requirements: change the established destiny and survive."

"Because the level difference is too large, give a task reminder: Room 4444."

The task information in my mind is very short. Compared with the long story of F-level tasks, E-level tasks are only a few short sentences, but Han Fei did not dare to take it lightly.

The level corresponding to the F-level task is ten to twenty, and the level corresponding to the E-level task is twenty to thirty, and Han Fei is only at level twelve now.

If it weren't for being forced into helplessness, who would want to challenge such a dangerous scene even higher?

After entering the black fog, the singing still did not let Han Fei off, but the distance between the two sides was slowly getting farther, the black fog was like a maze, and all the people and grievances who entered would eventually appear in different places.

As Han Fei continued to deepen, he was surprised to find that the blood stains on the security uniforms were fading, and his memory and consciousness began to blur.

The area covered by the black mist was not large in the impression, but Han Fei felt that he had been walking for a long time.

There is no way out, no light, and no one. The longer you stay here, the more blurred your memory will seem, and the black fog seems to be able to change and swallow your memory.

"Where is the dead building?"

Can't tell the direction, but occasionally look up and see the four towering buildings in the distance.

They are connected by multiple channels, closely entangled together, exuding a strong sense of death.

The black mist grew thicker, until the blood stains on the security uniform disappeared, and the death in the black mist suddenly boiled, like a sharp spear trying to pierce his body!

But at the same time, blood red words appeared on the surface of Han Fei's skin. The story left by Jin Sheng was triggered. Those blood words merged with the death intent of the dead building and all got into his mind.

The head was about to split apart, and a vague voice in his mind pointed out the direction for him, letting him move towards the future in the strange talk.

Moving his feet, Han Fei didn't know how long he had been walking in the black mist. He finally found a dark door, reached out his hand to open the door, and a faint cold light shone on his face.

"Boom!"

As the body fell to the ground, the needle-like sting in his mind slowly subsided, and Han Fei reluctantly opened his eyes.

The neck, arms, and cheeks that were not covered by the security uniform were all wounds, and black blood that exuded death was constantly dripping out.

The animal mask cannot prevent the black mist from invading, and now Han Fei can hardly see the original appearance.

With a little movement, the pain came from everywhere. Without the protection of Jinsheng's story, Han Fei would have been killed before entering the dead building.

His brain was dizzy, and Han Fei subconsciously looked at his right hand. Da Nie was nowhere to be seen, but a blood-red hideous pattern remained on his arm. The lines were similar to those on Da Nie's body.

"Can't stay in place for too long."

Dragging the body that was still bleeding, Han Fei looked back. Behind him was the iron gate at the entrance of the corridor. At this moment, he was on the first floor of the dead building!

"If everything in the dead building game corresponds to the dead building in the deep world, then the married woman ghost should live in room 3 on the first floor." He stretched out his hand to press the wall and just as Han Fei was about to go forward, he heard from the corridor The sound of rapid footsteps.

"There are two people...no, three people are walking here!"

Han Fei didn't know what was coming, his whole body was covered with wounds, and he was struggling to walk, and he couldn't fight at all.

Staring at the third room on the first floor, Han Fei tore the wound, gritted his teeth, and speeded up.

When he came to the third room on the first floor, those footsteps also walked out of the corridor.

"Is there anyone?" Han Fei tried to push the door, but the door didn't move at all, and he knocked on the door without any response.

"Who is there! Don't move!"

A bright flashlight shone on Han Fei, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes, weakly leaning against the third door.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Han Fei looked out through his fingers. Two men in security uniforms, clinging to each other, walked towards him very nervously.

"Security? The security in the dead building?" His mind turned sharply, and Han Fei adjusted his state within a few seconds, and he became even weaker.

"I warn you not to move! Where are you from? Why are you wearing the security uniforms of our community?" The two security guards stopped two meters away from Han Fei. They had loud voices, but obviously lacked confidence. .

Han Fei seemed to lose the strength to speak. He was dying. As soon as he opened his mouth, the blood slid down his lips.

"Brother Hua, he seems to be dying." The younger security guard was a little worried. He was about to walk forward but was caught by the middle-aged security guard next to him.

"Don't go there! The community is not safe now, and there have been frequent disappearances recently. We must not approach these suspicious people casually."

"Do you really care about him?"

"Have you forgotten those things that happened before the first floor? Do you remember how your master told you before he disappeared? Never go downstairs after midnight!" The middle-aged security guard grabbed the young security's clothes and held it. The bright flashlight stared at Han Fei: "We are the two security guards in Building 1. It is better to be careful before the newcomers come to take up the post."

Han Fei also heard the words of the two security guards. He was dying, stretched out his fingers with difficulty, and wrote a few words on the ground with black blood dripping from the wound.

"He seems to be writing something?" The young security guard took another step forward. He read the slanted text on the ground: "Don't go out? There is..."

After writing, Han Fei seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed in a pool of blood, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and his chapped and black lips struggling to say something.

Seeing him so miserable, Hua Ge was also a little shaken. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, waited for a few minutes, and finally made a decision: "Take him upstairs first!"

The young security guard carried Han Fei on his back. Brother Hua stared at Han Fei's face. He was full of doubts: "Why did you appear in Building One? You are still wearing a security uniform?"

"I...I'm the newcomer who came to the post." Han Fei was angry and said: "There are ghosts outside the building. I can't see clearly. Whenever singing occurs, someone will die..."

"Ghost? Is this building really haunted? The other security guards disappeared because of ghosts?" The young security guard carrying Han Fei was shocked and scared.

Hearing his words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Han Fei also felt strange in his heart. The security guard in this dead building seemed to have completely changed his memory. They forget a lot of things, and then they seem to be instilled with new memories.

Tampering with memory? Isn't this what the office manager often does?

When Han Fei broke into the black fog, his own memory was constantly blurred. Fortunately, Jin Sheng’s story protected him. Otherwise, he might become like these security guards, infused with new memories and become alive and dead. The puppet in the middle of the building.

"After dark, don't talk about it!" Brother Hua had a stern tone. After he glared at the young security guard, he looked at Han Fei: "What's your name?"

"My name is Bai Si-nian, because I was very courageous and I was very far away from the other party, so I escaped." Han Fei almost perfectly restored everything about Bai Si-nian, from personality, voice, to some small habits in behavior. It can be said to be exactly the same.

"By the way, I have something to tell you." Han Fei looked at the empty corridor, his heart beating restlessly: "I heard three footsteps in the corridor just now, but in the end only you two ran out of the corridor. , In other words, something went downstairs with you, and it should still be in the corridor now."