My Healing Game

Blood-red text is written on the yellowed talisman paper, black symbols are hidden under the large peeling wall, the ashes left by burning paper money can be seen everywhere in the living room, and various photos are still thrown on the floor.

　　 Han Fei picked up the closest photo of him. In the picture, it was a woman locked in a chain. Her ankle had been rusted with the chain.

　　 Lower abdomen is slightly bulging, her head is lowered, her hair covers her face, one hand is supporting her body, and the other is reaching towards the camera, seeming to resist being taken such a photo.

　　Black quilt, white skin; thick chains, slender arms; the photographer desperately reached out to block the camera, the photographer continued shooting unscrupulously.

　　 is just a photo, everything is so vivid and dazzling.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The sound of metal collision came from the bedroom, the string on the door shaft was pulled, the soul bell hung on it rang, and a man's dumb and weird voice came from the room.

　　 In the man's voice, there was another woman's scream, as if he was about to tear his heart and lungs. It can no longer be simply measured by pain.

　　 Holding the photo in his hand, Han Fei slowly moved in the living room. He is now not sure if the jumper is in the room.

　　 "This room is very evil."

　　 The room was filled with weird and terrifying words, and the walls were also engraved with runes to soothe the dead. The strangest thing was that the furniture in the room seemed to conform to a certain rule, like an opened coffin.

　　 Han Fei entered the room 1244 in the dead building game and reality, but those places are far less depressed and desperate than the rooms in the deep world.

　　 As soon as he entered the door, Han Fei immediately felt the difference in this room. Every furnishing in the room seemed to be attached to something terrible and heavy.

　　 The screams in the ear continued, the soul bell was going to torture people crazy, but the man chanted the curse faster and faster.

　　 Avoiding the photos on the ground, Han Fei quietly approached the master bedroom.

　　 There was an exorcism doll with woven hair hanging from the door. The bedroom door was not closed tightly. Han Fei stood outside and looked at the crack in the door.

The largest master bedroom in the house is arranged like a mourning hall. The picture of Zhuang Wen’s mother is hung on the wall. At that time, Zhuang Wen, who was not very old, cried and knelt on the ground, her head being held by an extremely ugly middle-aged man , The person was writing some anti-evil words on her back with a pen.

　　 The man would say some weird words while he wrote his mouth. His pronunciation is a little special, Han Fei can only understand part of it, to the effect that the ghost from Zhuang Wen's mother has run to Zhuang Wen, and Zhuang Wen is evil.

　　 The scene in front of him is suffocating. After Han Fei saw the man take out a slender carving knife, he knew it should be a false memory, but he pushed the door to stop it.

　　 But when Han Fei opened the door, a girl's voice suddenly remembered behind him.

"who are you?"

　　 Han Fei, who was in a state of high tension, was so frightened that he immediately turned his head.

　　 A little girl stood behind her. She looked very cute, especially her eyes, bright and gentle, as if she was very curious about everything in the world.

　　 "I want to save the girl who was bullied." Han Fei asked the truth from facts, and said what he just wanted to do.

　　 The girl was confused when she heard it; "Are there any other girls in the house?"

　　 "Isn't she here..." Han Fei looked at the master bedroom again, and the picture hung in the mourning hall was no longer that of Zhuang Wen's mother, but had become Zhuang Wen.

　　 This black and white photo is different from all the photos on the floor of the living room. The Zhuang Wen in the posthumous photo at least looked normal.

　　 Below the photo are two paper people who are one-to-one with the real person, and their bodies are filled with various texts.

　　 In front of the paper man, there was a man and a woman lying on their stomachs.

A middle-aged man who looks more than 50 years old and looks very ugly is carving something on them. Those things are similar to the words on the paper man. The middle-aged man seems to want the paper man to die for that man and woman. .

　　 murmured the words he had said to Zhuang Wen before, the middle-aged man slowly took out a slender carving knife, soaked in cinnabar, he engraved the words to ward off evil spirits on the body of the man and the woman.

　　 The men and women kept screaming, and the middle-aged man’s ugly face was full of pain, but he still had to do it.

　　 Seeing that the children of the exorcist were punished, Han Fei's expression was still very serious.

The little girl next to 　　 was a little puzzled. She thought that Han Fei was not clear about the key, and intermittently said: "They are all bad people, don't be nice to them."

"I don't feel uncomfortable because I sympathize with them, I just think that the woman had been treated this way, so I feel uncomfortable." Han Fei silently closed the door of the master bedroom, and he did not forget to check when he was chatting with the girl. Other rooms.

　　 Soon he discovered something very interesting. After opening a door, Han Fei would see the painful memories of Zhuang Wen and the terrible things Zhuang Wen had encountered.

　　 But every time the little girl appeared, the scene inside the house changed, leaving only the scene where the exorcist family was punished.

　　 The atrium of the death building is fused with the memories of the deceased, but the little girl seems to be unable to see those bad memories.

　　 After finishing all the rooms, Han Fei stopped at the balcony door. He remembered the conversation between himself and the child in the game of Death Building.

　　 turned to look at the innocent little girl, Han Fei opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't ask the set question in the dead building game.

　　 Raising his arm, Han Fei touched the little girl's head: "You are here, do you really feel happy to see this every day?"

　　 Blinking her eyes, the girl didn't understand what Han Fei meant. She thought for a long time, and then shook her head.

"Since you are not happy, would you like to leave here and see a different world. There are many things outside the door that you have never seen before. I don't guarantee that they are all beautiful, but at least some of them can bring Give you real happiness." Han Fei can't make up for what has happened in the real world. All he can do is touch the child's head in the deep world.

　　 "Outside the house?" The girl hesitated~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ When she started to shake, the dense talisman paper on the balcony door suddenly began to tremble, and then a piece of talisman paper fell off.

　　 Ye Luo Zhiqiu, Han Fei knew that the source of the hatred of the jumping ghost was on the balcony. He immediately took the little girl's hand and retreated.

　　 The soul bells all over the room rang frantically, and a piece of talisman paper fell on the balcony door. The balcony door that had been seen as ordinary began to tremble, as if it might shatter at any time.

　　 "This room is too dangerous, I will take you out first." Picking up the little girl, Han Fei did not go to the balcony, and ran directly to the outside of room 1244!

　　 When he left the room, a system prompt sounded in his mind: "Attention player number 0000! The reward for the mission you selected in room 1244 is-Zhuang Wen."

"Zhuang Wen's child died. She couldn't accept the facts. She regarded her last humanity as her own child, and this last trace of humanity may be the real Zhuang Wen. This should be the mother's instinct, even if it has become abomination. All monsters are also willing to leave the last bit of beauty to their children."

　　 "Attention! You have taken away the last trace of Zhuang Wen's humanity. You will be chased by Zhuang Wen forever, without limiting time and location! Endless death!"

　　 Before the system prompt sound, the talisman paper on the balcony door was all turned into fly ash, and a voice suppressed to a terrifying level sounded at the balcony door.

　　 "You will die if I catch you!"