My Healing Game

Han Fei's movements were so proficient that neither the women nor the middle-aged men could react, and the situation on the court had undergone earth-shaking changes.

　　 I thought he was driven into a desperate situation by Li Gui, but he didn't expect that Han Fei would be the first to act first and "hold" the opponent into the bedroom.

　　 first smashed the mask with a knife, then directly locked the throat, then stuffed the paper man into the opponent's wound, and also covered the opponent's mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

　　 The middle-aged man got goose bumps just looking at it. He is now very suspicious of Han Fei's career, maybe Han Fei really does that kind of business in reality.

　　 Where did Li Gui, who controls his little daughter, have had such an experience, when he reacted, he had already entered the bedroom.

　　 Others saw that Han Fei was covering the opponent's mouth to prevent him from making a sound. In fact, Han Fei directly covered the wound cut by the resurrection knife and prevented him from getting the blood-colored paper man out!

　　 Following the wound on his face, the paper man has crawled into Li Gui's heart. This is the real murderous heart.

　　 The cracks on the face began to spread all over the body. At first, black blood-like things would flow out. Gradually, the Li ghost's wound began to flow out of shreds of paper.

　　 aware of the physical abnormality, Li Gui opened his eyes wide, his eyes almost protruding from the sockets.

　　 He swears from the bottom of his heart that he doesn't mean to remind others at all. He just wants to open his mouth and spit out the paper man.

　　 Unfortunately, the more he struggled, the less Han Fei dared to let go, and he took the time to make up a few more dollars.

　　 Ten minutes later, Li Gui stopped struggling, his skin was like a paper man, and it shattered with the touch of it.

　　 Under the dumbfounded gaze of the middle-aged men and women, a blood-colored paper man crawled out of Li Gui's heart. It was full and full of blood, and the blood color on his body became more vivid.

　　 "Isn't it? I just want to make it quieter." Han Fei took away the hand covering the opponent's mouth, that grimace had turned black, and the ghost's poison had ruined his face like a poisonous insect.

　　 "Do I use the hand where Da Nie hid?"

　　 Han Fei just came out of instinct, a habit that has been honed in his body for a long time. As a result, he didn't expect that the ghost would be directly eaten by the blood-colored paper man.

　　 "Don't stay that far away from me." Han Fei glanced at the woman and the middle-aged man. He wanted to put the Li Gui down, but as soon as he released his hand, the Li Gui that fell to the ground scattered like confetti.

　　 He accidentally mutilated the opponent's body.

　　 "This ghost is not too strong...probably it can only be regarded as a small resentment." Han Fei tried to explain to his companion.

　　 "We understand that as a security guard, it is not difficult to understand how to destroy the body." The middle-aged man looked at Han Fei's blood-stained security uniform and seemed to understand a lot of things. However, even though he was afraid in his heart, he still had to rely on Han Fei if he wanted to leave, so he chose to follow Han Fei's will. He would do whatever Han Fei asked him to do, trying not to make Han Fei angry.

　　 "How to deal with this girl?" The woman changed the subject, staring at the girl who seemed to be still familiar with her on the ground.

　　 "Send her back to the room, just to see what the idol under her bed is."

　　 Han Fei dragged Zhuang Ren's second daughter, walked quietly through the living room, and opened the door of the second daughter's bedroom.

　　 This is a very normal and ordinary bedroom, clean and tidy, everything is neatly arranged, and there is nothing related to spiritualism or sorcery.

　　 "The more weird things are, the more they usually wear normal skins."

　　 Han Fei put the **** the bed, and then he immediately opened the bed sheet.

　　 Below the bed was a shattered statue of a god, which looked a bit like the ghost just now.

　　 "Where is God, it's just a resentment that pretends to be God."

　　 Han Fei stretched out his hand to touch the fragments of the idol, but as soon as he reached under the bed, there was a biting chill from the landlord’s ring in his hand.

　　 "Is there anything else under the bed?"

　　 He observed carefully and found that the place near the wall was covered with a black cloth.

　　 reached out his hand and took off the black cloth, and a rush of extreme cold was engulfed in his body. Han Fei found that the underside of the wall was hollowed out, and there were densely packed statues of gods!

　　 Looking at Han Fei with weird faces, the gods are obviously very rough, but it feels to Han Fei as if they are being stared at by a living person, as if there are ghosts in the gods.

　　 If it is said that the ghosts in the idols are small resentment, then with so many idols together, Han Fei can hardly imagine how many ghosts there are in the house of Zhuang Ren's second daughter.

　　 "It's not the first time that her mother brought back the idol. This reincarnation and cycle have gone on too many times since they died, but they don't remember it anymore."

　　 did not dare to make any noises, Han Fei possessed a death knife and a blood-colored paper man, which could deal with small resentments and escape from medium-sized resentments, but at the same time facing the unclear number of resentments under the bed, he would undoubtedly die.

"This room is much more dangerous than I thought." Han Fei looked at the gods, and he wondered: "What is the meaning of these gods? Why should they be placed in the house of Zhuang Ren's family? Is it because you want to catch the breath of Zhuangren's family?"

　　 The last question has not been understood yet, and a new question has emerged: "Why did the butterfly imprison Zhuang Ren's family? Why did it cost Zhuang Ren's family to call upon Zhuang Ren's family in the deep world?"

　　Butterfly has the ability to drag people into the deep world. If he wants to bring Zhuang Ren into the deep world, he can do it at some price. Why should Zhuang Ren’s family try again and again?

　　 "If it's not for the very limited ability of Butterfly, it is because Zhuang Ren is special and he is different from others."

Han Fei continued to think along this line. Zhuang Ren is a very ordinary horror film director. His only connection to the deep world is that his neighbor is the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, who once told Zhuang Ren when he was young After a few words, and gave Zhuang Ren-Dead Building Game.

"Dead building game?!" An idea flashed in Han Fei's mind: "Dead building game was made by the chairman of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. His brother Fu Sheng owns a black box. Will these two brothers The secret is hidden in the dead building game?"

　　 Previously, Han Fei only regarded Zhuang Ren as an ordinary person who was involved in an accident, but now he slowly changed his views~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There may be some things hidden in Zhuang Ren.

　　 "When you quit the game this time, you must ask Zhuang Ren carefully. If he is willing to cooperate, I will find a way to let him play "Perfect Life" and recruit him into the deep world."

　　 Zhuang Ren wanted to see his family very much, and Han Fei had a bargaining chip he couldn't refuse.

　　 With a plan in his mind, Han Fei gently put down the black cloth covering the idol, but at the moment the black cloth fell, all the rough idols turned around and opened his eyes.

　　 The black cloth had fallen, and Han Fei almost thought it was his own illusion.

　　 He stared at the black cloth closely, and after about a few seconds, the faces appeared on the black cloth, and the idols seemed to come to life.

　　 "Withdraw!"

　　 Immediately, Han Fei dragged the middle-aged man and woman out of the bedroom together. They opened the anti-theft door in the living room and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

　　 In the process of escaping, Han Fei did not forget to look back at the house number.

　　 "Room 4144? Three '4's?!"

　　Han Fei knew exactly what this house number meant. He could hardly imagine that there were only two fours in the room number where the jumper was. Although the jumping ghost was split into several parts, it was also close to hatred.

　　 "Is there hatred living in room 4144? Is it Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter? Or is it one of the gods?"