My Healing Game

This is the first time that Han Fei ran at full speed after he obtained the job of security guard in the dead building. It seemed that something was infused in his legs. The more desperate he ran, the faster he ran, and the faster he ran, the heart became The more desperate emotions will emerge.

"The side effect of the profession of dead building security is quite big, and it seems right not to regard it as the main profession."

Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not weaken at all, but directly surpassed the woman.

He rushed hard, but suffered the middle-aged man, who was dragged to the ground, his face was in close contact with countless blood clothes, and his mouth was also stained with blood.

"Sooner or later, I will be chased down. Does the red monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei yelled at the woman, but the other party did not reply, just gritted his teeth and ran madly and exhausted the woman's strength.

Listen carefully, what sounds have been made from the red monster's mouth. It grows with the clothing, and its mouth is covered with cloth strips. When it speaks, it will reveal its black mouth.

"I, yes, you...help, save me." A hoarse voice came from the red monster's mouth, and Han Fei was about to turn his head when the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.

"Don't listen to it! Bet on your ears!"

"Mom, mom... it hurts, my neck hurts."

The woman had just reminded Han Fei that a child's voice suddenly sounded in a piece of clothing next to her. After hearing this voice, the woman's steps slowed down a bit.

It was just a moment of distraction, her bare ankle seemed to be caught by something.

Leaning forward, the woman looked at the ground in panic, a slender arm stretched out from the blood suit, and a boy with a big head emerged from a blood-stained children's clothing on the ground.

It smirked, its arm was like a sucker, and it stuck to the woman's leg.

The blood-stained children's clothing is like a red spot of tarsus, clinging to a woman's calf.

"Mom, mom, don't go..."

She didn't even know the child and woman, but she was also decisive, and directly picked up the fruit knife in her hand and pointed it at the children's clothing.

She moves quickly and accurately, even if she hurts herself, she doesn't care at all.

It was with this fierce strength that she could live till now. In other words, how can you survive in the closet without blood on your hands?

The fruit knife can't pierce the children's clothing at all, even if it takes a lot of effort to cut a small piece, more blood will appear.

The child cried and didn't let go. When it was delaying time, a crimson ghost appeared behind the woman.

The flesh and blood melted into the clothes, slowly shattered and unfolded, like the wings of a **** of death, about to hug the woman from behind.

"Come and try this new dress, you will love it!"

Cold words floated from a piece of clothing, and the blood-clothed monster directly covered the woman and hugged it in her body!

The blood blocked the sight, all the red clothes in the closet seemed to be alive, and the woman's eyes were filled with despair.

She struggled, but to no avail, the blood cloak slowly closed, her eyes narrowed continuously, as if her life was gradually disappearing.

"I'm dead, they have been able to escape, I hope that person can keep the promise to help me find..."

The spirit that had been supporting for a long time began to relax, and the neglected fatigue came from all over the body. The surface of the woman's skin was no longer smooth, and terrifying burn scars began to appear.

She didn't notice those, the last thing in her heart was still her son, who couldn't let it go, and she couldn't let it go to death.

"Death!"

A crack appeared in the closed blood, and the blood cloak that the fruit knife could not help was cut open easily.

The woman saw an arm branded with blood ghost patterns stretched into the blood coat, and then she was dragged out by a force.

Her sight recovered, and the woman who fell to the ground quickly got up. After escaping from the dead, she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly moved away from the blood suit.

"I seem to restrain the monster in the closet."

When Han Fei was swinging his knife, he accidentally discovered something.

When the blade constructed by human nature touches the blood coat, the thick and vicious blood coat will melt directly, as if a glacier in early spring is irradiated by sunlight.

The blood-clothed monster didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. Its black mouth was bleeding red silk thread, and its face integrated with clothing was full of shock and fear.

"The rebirth is based on human nature. All the monsters in the butterfly wardrobe seem to be unable to face human nature."

"In the butterfly's eyes, human nature is just a toy and tool. It should never be imagined. One day the brightest human nature will turn into a sharp knife, sharper than hatred and resentment!"

When the blood-clothed monster was shocked, Han Fei rushed forward. He was not going to let him go. The secret of the death knife, the less "people" he knew, the better.

"Nine lives!"

Activate the ghost patterns on his body and take out the last blood-colored paper man, Han Fei is ready to go all out.

Although the Death Knife is sharp, Han Fei is just an ordinary person. His body, which is only thirteenth level, is still very fragile and easily injured.

So every time he fights, he dances on the tightrope, either seriously hurting others or being seriously injured by others.

There are some common tools in life in the closet, as well as fruit knives and kitchen knives, but those knives can't hurt the blood-clothed monsters at all. They are predators in the closet.

The blood-clothed monster felt threat from Han Fei, and it found that there was a strong curse on Han Fei's body.

It is a little uneasy, the first reaction is to escape.

It was very difficult to find a blood suit in the cabinet full of blood suits, but Han Fei happened to have a talent for hide-and-seek, as well as extremely abnormal observation and memory. He remembered all the details of the monster and stared at it. It catches up.

The patrol talent of the security guard on the fourth floor came in handy again, and Han Fei casually stuffed a piece of paper into the woman's pocket, and then chased it without looking back.

He was like a shark that smelled blood, clinging to each other.

"Hey! Don't chase anymore!"

The woman wanted to stop Han Fei, but Han Fei soon disappeared.

Looking at the dense **** clothes around, the woman squatted down beside the middle-aged man, the joy of escaping disappeared. She knew very well in her heart that it would be extremely difficult to reunite after being separated from this place.

"Why are you so impulsive!"

The woman stopped in place, she felt that Han Fei was a very reliable person, and the half-dead uncle next to her was purely a burden.

"What about others?" The middle-aged man thought the same as the woman. Han Fei left, and he felt that the hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

"I don't know, let's wait here first." The woman watched the surroundings carefully. After ten minutes, the clothing in the distance shook slightly. When she was on high alert, Han Fei lifted a blood suit and walked out.

The security uniform was soaked in blood, and Han Fei did not suffer any injuries.

"Where is that blood-clothed monster?"

"Its body is this dress."

"Did you kill it?" Both the woman and the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei incredulously. An ordinary security guard, except for his slightly handsome appearance, could actually kill the blood-clothed monster.

"I'm just assisting, it's not me who really did it." Han Fei took out the paper from the woman's pocket. The paper was part of the blood-colored paper man's body. It was also because of this fragment that he could find his way back smoothly.

"There are some blood coats in the cabinet with resentment remaining on them. Those resentments have re-dominated the clothes. Now I have killed their consciousness and the clothes are'clean'." Han Fei handed the blood coat to the middle-aged man: "There are still residues on it. The breath of a blood-clothed monster. Wearing him should increase your chances of survival."

Hearing that it can increase the chance of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a while, but still put on a blood coat.

"Let's go, the longer you stay here, the more dangerous it is."

The secret of the knife has not yet been exposed, but Han Fei has developed a sense of crisis.

After walking for a long time, Han Fei and the others finally got to the place the middle-aged man said.

In front of me was a pile of clothes stacked on top of each other, stinking black.

"I saw these clothes when I woke up, and then I hid in the pile of clothes and kept hiding..." The middle-aged man was dressed in blood. As long as he didn't speak, he looked terrifying.

Frowning and staring at the pile of torn clothes that had turned black, Han Fei found that they were completely "dead" as if all the "essence" and consciousness had been absorbed compared with the blood clothes around them.

"If middle-aged men are just useless'garbage' thrown by butterflies in the passage, then it should be very close to the passage. After all, normal people will choose the nearest trash can when throwing'garbage'." Han Fei silently piled it up. Remove the clothes together, he wants to see if there is something hidden in the pile of clothes.

The three of them moved together, and it took a full half an hour, and they found a half-open cabinet door deep in the pile of clothes.

All three of them were stunned when they saw the closet door.

"The bear pattern pajamas..."

"The coat that Feng Ziyu once wore?"

"My child's school uniform?!"

There was a piece of clothing in the closet door, and all three of them saw that piece of clothing, but the appearance of that piece of clothing to the three of them was completely different!

"No! It should be fake! That dress is the one we want to see most in our hearts!" Han Fei wanted to understand the key. After a short stunned woman, she also endured the pain in her heart, only the middle-aged who had just entered the closet. The man ran straight over.

"My child ran in too?! Damn it! Don't even let the child go!" The middle-aged man didn't think much. When he was more than one meter away from the closet, the half-open closet door suddenly opened by itself!

There is no clothes at all behind the cabinet door, only a huge mouth!

What the few people saw just now was not clothes, but a bright red tongue.

The stench and malice came out of the closet, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the middle-aged man's waist and swallowed him directly into the closet.

"Is a mouth in the cabinet?"

The middle-aged man was already stupid, and Han Fei decisively drew a knife and slashed at that long tongue, but when he approached, several blood-stained tongues protruded from the closet, like the tentacles of a giant squid.

The opponent's strength completely crushed Han Fei, his body lost his balance, and he planted into the closet with the middle-aged man.

Clothes fragments were mixed in the gaps between the darkened teeth, and the pungent stench seemed to be the smell of death and fermentation.

Hand commanded, Han Fei took out a cigarette from his inventory. When he tried to find the lighter from his pocket, the middle-aged man next to him looked stupid. At such a crisis and tension, he even had to smoke. A cigarette?

The middle-aged man kept crying with his hands on the teeth on the closet, and Han Fei, who had not found the lighter, was dragged into the darkness by his tongue.

Huge pain came from all over his body, and Han Fei finally touched the lighter while he was falling. He struggled to ignite, and occasionally the fire shining brightly around him.

The intestines of the mouth of this closet are covered with faces. They stare at Han Fei blankly. When Han Fei's body touches them, they open their mouths and bite Han Fei's meat.

"What kind of monsters are kept in the butterfly closet?!"

The intestines became narrower and narrower, Han Fei's body was constantly squeezed, he couldn't catch fire, and the wounds on his skin became more and more.

"Are you going to quit the game? But next time you go online, you will still be in this closet!"

The place bitten by the human face began to turn black, it seemed to be some kind of soul poison.

The middle-aged man was already unconscious when he was bitten, and Han Fei was still very clear after being bitten.

"The human face avoids the arm where the evil is located. They seem to have been killed by the butterfly, and instinctively still fear things related to the butterfly."

The lighter couldn't strike, Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away the last cigarette. He adjusted his body and pierced the wall of the "gut" with the Resurrection Knife, and then he directly smashed the arm where Da Xie was hiding into the wound cut by the Resurrection Knife.

Holding the flesh and human face in his arms, Han Fei abruptly stopped the falling body.

The wall of the "gut" began to squirm, and his face moved closer to Han Fei. The wounds on the surface of his skin increased. As his blood volume continued to decrease, blood words began to appear under his skin.

Those blood characters seem to be a complete ghost story ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the protagonist of the ghost story is Han Fei himself.

There is a special power in the blood characters, and the established destiny is deflecting in another direction.

When the blood word was triggered, Han Fei's arm began to bleed, and a sharp thorn pierced Han Fei's skin with an extremely ominous catastrophe, as if something was about to break free from the shackles and crawl out of the scarlet pattern. .

Da Nie turned into a blood pattern after entering the death building. In a way, Han Fei was similar to the other residents of the death building, except that they had a butterfly pattern on them, and Han Fei had a blood pattern of Da Nie.

Dagui hasn’t had any movement before, but when Han Fei was on the verge of death, the excitement of Dagui seemed to have awakened from his sleep. It desperately wanted to come to Han Fei and follow his dying master. .

The less Han Fei's blood volume, the more drastic the changes in blood patterns on his arms.

When the blood volume dropped to a certain value, Han Fei's midnight butcher's professional talent was activated, his physical fitness almost doubled, and gradually began to feel no pain, his eyes turned red, and a trace of suppressed animality was released.