My Healing Game

"Have you not opened the bedroom door?"

This is in room 4064. The owner of the house will definitely not sit back and watch his child get hurt. This is Han Fei's true confidence.

He has the ability to delay time, but the hard power is too far from the red monster. Normally, his first choice when meeting a soul chaser in the death building must be to escape.

The battle was already opened. Han Fei glanced at his side with the corner of the eye. The bedroom door where the boy's mother was located was closed, as if locked from the inside, no matter how hard the boy tried, he couldn't open the door.

"Is there something in the bedroom that Laisheng can't see? What are his parents hiding?"

The red monster did not give Han Fei more time to think. The monster lying on the ceiling, the death curse on his face was crawling like a bug, covering his original face, even the black text in the eyeballs .

There was a half tongue in the open mouth, and red blood flowed from the monster's mouth. From the ceiling to the ground, the blood turned into a rancid black residue in the process of just two or three meters.

Originally, the monster's target didn't seem to be Han Fei. Every soulstalker had his own prey, and the prey of the man in front of him was Laisheng.

The death curse ripped its skin, and the monster's face was abruptly torn into two pieces.

The one on the left was still sticking to the face normally, but the one on the right was completely transformed into a monster of intertwined flesh and blood, like a giant python biting Laisheng fiercely.

The scene before him has nothing to do with healing. It is the first time that Laisheng has seen such a terrifying monster. He instinctively called his mother's name.

But with only one cry, the child covered his mouth. He seemed to be worried that his mother would also be hurt by the terrifying monster outside.

Desperately twisting the doorknob, the boy held back his tears and slapped the door. He wanted to enter the house to remind his mother and ask her to leave.

He has lost his father and doesn't want to lose another of his relatives, at least he thinks so.

"Nine lives!"

The ghost patterns are like cyan scars, embedded in the flesh and blood, and the cat-like monsters are struggling and roaring in the ghost patterns. Its voice penetrates the shackles of the ghost patterns and echoes in the room.

Han Fei still couldn't fully borrow the power of Nine Life. He was just wrapped in Nine Life's Yin Qi, and while improving his defensive power, he was also absorbed by Yin Qi.

The body was already injured and could not last too long. If the owner of Room 4064 was really unwilling to intervene, he would try to take Laisheng away.

Throwing the blood-colored paper man at Laisheng with his hand, the deformed flesh and blood split from the face of the red monster was blocked by the paper man. At this time, Han Fei began to concentrate on dealing with the soul chaser.

"The dead building is an E-level map, and the corresponding player level is about 35. Can I really fight the monsters here?"

Han Fei also had a slight uncertainty in his heart, but this uncertainty was soon replaced by other emotions.

In other games, players can shake and retreat in battle, but the game "Perfect Life" has no similar troubles at all, because it does not give players the opportunity to choose and start again. If you can't fight, you will run away, if you can't escape, you will die. What Resurrection archive? Stop it, the ghosts in the dead building can gnaw off the player's soul.

The split soul flesh on the face of the red monster is entangled with the paper man, and the other half of its face is staring at Han Fei.

It seemed that this monster had encountered such a strange soul for the first time. It was not like a ghost or a human being. He could see himself but was not afraid of himself at all.

The spine twitched slightly, and two huge **** of flesh swelled up on the back of the red monster. The flesh and blood gathered together and pierced its back like a sharp cone.

The red dress was torn, revealing its body full of death curses.

"How many things can this guy split?" Every soul chaser in the death building seemed to have different abilities, and Han Fei didn't dare to delay any longer, taking advantage of the thorns on the other's back that he hadn't fully penetrated. Raise the knife forward.

You can't be afraid to use a knife, especially this kind of knife that condenses faith and humanity. The reason why it is so sharp is because all the "people" who follow Han Fei firmly believe that this knife can cut off injustice and evil deeds.

Han Fei has the sharpest weapon. What he lacks is everything except attack power.

The red monster had just cut off its tongue. It knew that the knife in Han Fei's hand could hurt itself. At this time, it was exactly the same in Han Fei's mind—it could not be touched by him!

The dense death curse melted into the fingers, and the fingers of the red monster turned into sharp claws. Just a glance, felt that the soul was about to be hooked away.

"The breath that this man in blood exudes is completely different from the first soul chaser I met. The madman who hunts my soul just needs to reach out and touch my soul. This man in red seems to need Only with the assistance of the Death Curse can you use your claws to hook your soul."

All kinds of evidence show that the soul chaser in front of him is not invincible.

"Death!"

Han Fei suddenly accelerated, he smashed into ghosts and gods with a living body, and the light of humanity in his hand illuminated the entire 4064 room!

At that moment, the little boy seemed to see the torch of life that Han Fei had told him. Now Han Fei is using his memory, experience and life to burn his own fire.

The blade slashed and opened and closed, Han Fei quickly narrowed the distance with the man in red, and each knife pointed directly at the other side's vitals.

The man with his face covered with black text stared at Han Fei, his body seemed to be able to be disassembled at any time, like a gecko with several hands crawling in the house.

The snow-white wall was covered with red handprints, and the fleshy thorns of the man's back penetrated the skin, like the tentacles of an octopus directly wrapped around Han Fei's neck.

Falling forward, Han Fei's speed was already very fast, but it was far behind that monster.

He barely avoided the thorn, before he got up from the ground, the monster's head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, hanging upside down and opening his mouth towards Han Fei's back.

Death Curse ripped the corners of his mouth, revealing rows of fangs with death words, and a broken tongue shot at the back of Han Fei's heart like a sharp arrow.

The distance is too close to dodge at all. Han Fei is also an idiot. He took out the wish pot he obtained from Yimin Private Academy from his inventory.

The broken tongue shot directly into the wish jar, and countless papers with the wishes of the students fell out of the jar. The wishes on it had disappeared, leaving only the hideous death words.

Numerous cracks appeared on the jar of wish for Han Fei to resist the disaster, and a heart-wrenching scream rang out from the jar. The ghost hidden deep in the jar was already badly wounded, and was planning to retaliate against Han Fei after dormant for a while, but he did not expect that his wounds were getting more and more serious.

The jar trapped his broken tongue, and it was difficult for a man in red to break the jar in a short time, but his goal was not Han Fei.

Every soul chaser has his own hunting target, and it is Laisheng he will take away tonight!

The attack just now forced Han Fei away, and the man in red crawled quickly on the wall and ran directly towards the little boy!

Its speed was so fast, Han Fei got up for the first time and rushed to the bedroom door, but it was still a bit late.

The claws full of curses have been lifted, and they are about to fall on the boy's head!

"Dodge!" While shouting, Han Fei threw the resurrection knife in his hand. The sharp blade left his hand gradually dimming, but before the last glimmer of light disappeared, the blade was still very prepared to pierce the red shirt. Among the man's raised palm, he nailed his hand to the wall.

The death curse on the monster's face was like boiling water, and the pain made it mad, and it broke one of its own hands directly.

The fading light of the knife nailed its hand to the wall. At this time, it raised its other hand, and the death curse was wrapped around the fingers, and the little boy was so scared that he did not dare to move.

Even if a few-year-old child matures, seeing these brains will stop thinking altogether.

The sharp fingers dripping with black blood were getting closer and closer to the boy's eyes. When the fingertips of countless death curses were about to pierce the child's eyes, the body of the red monster suddenly took a step back.

The boy who had already closed his eyes did not feel the pain. He opened his eyes again, and the scene in front of him will be imprinted in his heart for life.

Han Fei was holding a red chain full of animal hair with both hands. He strangled the neck of the red monster with this chain, and was pulling it back with all his strength!

A living person squeezed the back of the evil spirit and strangled the neck of the evil spirit!

"Don't stand there! Hide!"

Blue veins burst on his face, but Han Fei's strength is still not as good as the red monster. It is a miracle that he can struggle now.

The red monster grew a soul thorn from his back and pierced Han Fei's forearm directly, slamming him over his head, and smashing him on the bedroom door.

Han Fei’s arm was hurt ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but at this time he was still struggling to get up, he wanted to use his hand to grab the humanistic knife.

People's voices faintly came from the handle of the knife, and they seemed to be responding to Han Fei's call.

The dim blade lighted up again, but now Han Fei was still too far away from the man in red.

The hand covered with the death curse stretched out to Laisheng’s head again. When the fingertips of the death curse were about to touch Laisheng’s hair, the bedroom door that could not be opened was opened. Cursed's arms stretched out from it, firmly grasping the wrist of the red monster!

With five fingers pressed, the red monster's hand bowl was instantly crushed, and amid its screams, an extremely depressed breath floated from the bedroom.

Turning his head to look, Laisheng found an incomparably tall figure standing behind him. He was covered with death curses all over his body, and he was also dressed in red. At this time, only one eye remained awake.

Staring blankly at the monster coming out of the bedroom, Laisheng stared into the opponent's eyes, almost blurting out.

"dad!"