My Healing Game

Since Han Fei came to this department store, two night security guards, one missing, and one died strangely. The colleagues around him were either hospitalized or kidnapped. Basically all the people who spoke to him had problems more or less.

"When I first arrived at the mall, I had a companion who could communicate with each other. In only a few days, I was the only one left in the mall. I don't know if it was my fate or their bad luck."

Stopped in the middle of the shopping mall lobby, Han Fei looked up and saw advertising ribbons hanging from a high place. There was no wind in the shopping mall, but they twisted in the dark.

"They look deformed, much like this world."

Lifting the cloth bag, Han Fei walked up one floor of the elevator. Every time he reached one floor, the temperature of the entire floor would drop, as if something in the dark was awakened.

Of course, Han Fei does not have such a big “charm” himself. The problem lies in the photos in his bag.

"It seems that it is not accidental that the store owner built the shrine at the bottom of the mall. He should want to use the shrine to calm the people who were killed by him."

Upon arriving on the third floor, Han Fei had already noticed the abnormality the moment he walked out of the elevator.

All the models in the shops stood facing him, as if countless eyes were looking at him in the dark.

"A good actor will be the focus wherever he goes." Han Fei put on the uniform that had been soaked in well water again. Although the resentful well water would bring him pain, it could also prevent ghosts from approaching.

Quickening his pace, Han Fei walked towards the store where the woman had appeared in his memory. He had just walked halfway, and suddenly found that there was also a person standing in the aisle across from him.

The man maintained the same speed as him, crouched, his body was extremely uncoordinated, and it felt very strange to look at.

"Harmony is the most important thing. I won't provoke you. I hope you won't bother me either."

Han Fei walked through the first shop, and besides his own figure on the window glass, there was a walking red dress behind him.

In the dark mall aisle, a big red dress quietly followed behind a man.

In such a weird scene, Han Fei felt that there was no need to look back. Many people had followed him before, but then they never returned home.

"No. 1 and No. 2 shops only have dummy. Shop No. 3 is where the oriole accident occurred. The last time the mall owner's wife tried on clothes in the No. 4 women's clothing store."

Han Fei only worked in the mall for a short time, but he remembered the locations of all the stores in the mall.

Pushing open the door of No. 4 women's clothing store, there is a faint fragrance in the air. This shop is considered the highest-end women's clothing store on the third floor. Even if the woman has passed away, her appreciation level is still very high. Still retains a trace of memories from his lifetime.

What Han Fei has to do now is to use the skirt in his hand to let the seeds of memory in the woman's mind germinate, and to bloom again the flowers of human nature.

It was found that Han Fei had entered the store, followed his red clothes, and the figures on the other side of the corridor all stopped in place.

It is clear at a glance who is the most terrifying existence on the third floor.

The sound of Xisuo Suo heard from the artistically decorated shop. It didn't seem like the sound of changing clothes at all. It seemed that someone was constantly scratching the skin.

Following the sound, Han Fei found that the curtains of all the fitting rooms in the store were moving, as if there were people hidden in each compartment.

"Compared with the last time I came in, this shop seems to be even more gloomy. It seems that the dead in the mall will become more and more crazy over time."

Han Fei relied on the things that he fished out of the well, and he boldly entered the store.

Holding the cloth bag tightly with his fingers, Han Fei first looked at the huge fitting mirror outside the fitting room.

The night is like ink flowing on the mirror, with deep anxiety.

Han Fei in the mirror turned into a vague shadow, and he was a little unsure whether the person in the mirror was himself.

"It seems that since I entered the memory world, I haven't looked in the mirror properly. Every time I pass by the mirror, I always feel that the person in the mirror is not me. When I want to see the face in the mirror clearly, I feel that That face is extremely strange and fuzzy."

Han Fei felt as if he had forgotten something: "Why would I care about mirrors so much?"

The longer he lives in the memory world of the shrine, the easier it is to be assimilated into this world and become a part of the shrine world, but Han Fei does not seem to have been affected by this world, and all his memories have not been lost.

It felt as if someone else had helped him bear the curse of the shrine world, silently bearing all the negative states for Han Fei.

Keeping his gaze on the mirror, Han Fei walked towards the mirror step by step, but as he approached, the mirror surface suddenly made a crisp sound, and cracks appeared on it.

The mark was like a scar, and what was even more bizarre was that the crack was still leaking blood.

Touching the blood flowing out of the mirror with his fingers, Han Fei vaguely remembered something: "In addition to me and Ten Fingers, there should be an outsider, but I can't remember his appearance."

There were more and more cracks on the mirror surface, and Han Fei in the mirror was torn apart. When the mirror was about to be completely broken, Han Fei in the mirror raised his hand.

Han Fei remained in his original posture, standing still, but he was dipped in blood in the mirror, trying to write something on the broken mirror surface.

But his approach seemed to break certain rules. The moment his finger touched the mirror surface, the fitting mirror was completely shattered.

The lenses flew like a rain of glaze.

The loud noise of fragmentation officially broke the calm night of the shopping mall, and the cloudy air floated from the corner and condensed into frost on the window of the women's clothing store.

The curtain on the door of the fitting room stopped swinging, and in this extremely depressing silence, one hand opened the curtain of the fitting room.

The blood from the scar stained the blue skirt on his body, and the black hair fell to his waist, seeming to want to block the pierced wound in the chest and abdomen.

The woman stepped on a piece of clothing, and each piece of clothing was extremely delicate, but they were not what she wanted.

Moving forward, all the clothes stained with her blood were cursed in some way, just like people lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had stopped in front of Han Fei, her drooping head slowly lifted up, and the scarlet eyes looked at Han Fei through the black hair, accompanied by the squeaky sound of twisted bones.

"Your skirt, I found it for you."

Taking out the red dress from the cloth bag, Han Feibi pointed to the woman's shoulder: "This is the most suitable dress in the world for you, and it is also all the good things that the world owes you."

Taking the red skirt out of the cloth bag, an indescribable atmosphere of terror began to spread in the women's clothing store, as if there was no end, it first swept the third floor, and then directly hit the ground.

Pulling away the woman's black hair, Han Fei saw a face that was distorted by hatred, that face was extremely terrifying and terrifying, but Han Fei's eyes did not have a trace of disgust or disgust, only regret.

"The person who pushed you down the well has become Shahe's most respected boss. He stepped on top of his bones, but he considered himself a philanthropist." Han Fei handed the red dress to the woman: "This black-and-white upside-down world needs Let's correct it together. You should know better than me what is right and what is wrong."

After the red skirt approached the woman, a line full of weird symbols appeared on the skirt. The line pierced through the wound on the woman's chest and abdomen, directly entwined with her soul.

If you don't get the red dress back, the woman will be bound by the well and the shrine, and will never be born again.

All the people who were pushed into the well, their souls were clearly marked and became the private property of the shrine. Only by entering the well and taking out the items left in the well can they find their freedom.

In fact, even in this way, it can't completely get rid of the shackles, and it will still be affected by the shrine.

Once the transaction is completed, it cannot be changed, unless someone can destroy the shrine and let everything start again.

The red skirt is elegant and delicate, but there is still water from resentment condensed on it.

When Han Fei took out the skirt, the woman and all the alienated clothes in the store stopped in place.

The drops of water dripped, and the woman's hand slowly moved away from the wound on her chest and abdomen, and she took the skirt that Han Fei handed over.

Jingshui seemed to pierce her skin with a poisonous needle, but she didn't care at all, her pale arms trembled violently while holding the skirt, and her hate-distorted face gradually revealed a crazy smile.

The blue clothes on his body were washed away by blood. Han Fei immediately looked away. About a few seconds later, the landlord’s ring suddenly issued a warning. When Han Fei turned his head again, he was nearly three meters tall with black hair covering the ground. The woman in the weird red dress stood in front of him.

The crimson skirt concealed the wounds on the woman's chest and abdomen. She matched this skirt very well, as if the skirt was made for her.

The blood stains were all imprinted on the skirt and became a cruel decoration. The woman was absorbing the yin in the entire mall, her skin and face slowly returned to normal, and there was also a hint of light in the scarlet eyes.

It is difficult for people and ghosts in the memory world to divide their strength according to the standards of the deep world. Han Fei can only guess their strength roughly based on the degree of their alienation.

If the six-finger child is used as a reference, then the woman who is close to three meters tall has at least ten times the strength of the opponent.

Bearing the tremendous pressure from the woman, Han Fei silently waited for the other party to vent his anger.

He thought very well, but he obviously underestimated the hatred that women had accumulated over the years, and underestimated the yin in the mall itself.

"Snapped!"

The window glass shattered, and Han Fei glanced outside the shop.

With just a glance, his cold sweat broke out.

In the dark shopping mall, a group of figures wearing blood-stained clothes walked out from the depths of the shop. They stood on the edge of each aisle, watching the open space in the middle of the mall.

"What do they want?"

Han Fei's doubts quickly came to an answer. The woman who was nearly three meters tall walked past him and stepped on the guardrail on the third floor.

The tall ghost gave a condescending glance at Han Fei, with a cruel and sad smile on her face.

The red skirt dropped, and then the woman jumped down, and the next scene made Han Fei, a well-informed person, also felt his scalp numb.

Those silhouettes staying at the edge of each aisle, like autumn leaves, jumped off one by one!

Falling silently, only a blossoming blood flower remained on the ground.

The woman stood in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, absorbing all the hatred and pain madly.

The people who jumped down are like a rain, and the shopping mall has been shrouded by clouds for too long. This rain of blood seems to be the self-release and catharsis of all souls.

"It's not very good." Han Fei just returned the skirt to the woman. He felt that he had just done a trivial thing, but he didn't expect it to cause unimaginable consequences.

The wife of the mall owner was the first person to die in this department store, and it is probably the first person pushed into the well by the mall owner. Her grievances are deepest, and her hatred is the strongest. She bears the initial pain, too. The beginning of all despair.

"The whole window glass on the third floor is defective. What excuse will I find tomorrow as a prevarication?"

Han Fei looked at the center of the mall. He soon discovered that his layout was smaller. The woman's goal was not to destroy the mall, but to the underground shrine!

The figure fell to the ground like rain, Han Fei even saw the figures of the two security guards inside. The living people turned into raindrops of resentment at this moment.

What Han Fei did not expect was that most of the figures did this voluntarily, and they seemed to have reached a consensus in countless nights.

Blood blossoms bloom, blood flows to form rhizomes, they entangle with each other, weaving a well in the open space in the center of the mall!

The woman was wearing a red dress standing at the mouth of the well. The moment the rain stopped, she began to frantically attack the ground in the center of the mall.

It wasn't the hour, but the big clock on the top of the mall kept beating, and a phantom shrine appeared under the blood-colored well.

Han Fei saw this scene in the hallucinations of the owner of the shrine, but it was different from the situation at the time. Everyone in the mall did not stand with the shrine, but together wanted to destroy the shrine!

"No matter how horrible the illusion is, it is just an illusion. Fortunately, I was not scared by that false scene."

What he saw in front of him was the truth. Han Fei knew that tonight was an opportunity. He took out the resurrection knife and quietly went downstairs.

The door of the shrine phantom was ajar, and the woman stood in the middle of the blood well, constantly hitting the shrine with a completely alienated body.

"Let me help you."

Han Fei discovered that there are several key nodes on the Scarlet Water Well. The skeleton of the blood well is composed of the employees of the former thrift store, the drunk and drowned man, the old man kneeling in front of the shrine, and the female staff with ropes tied to their limbs. .

Opening the cloth bag, Han Fei returned the three corresponding photos of them.

The blood well became more real in an instant, and the blood flowing in it seemed to overwhelm the entire shopping mall at any time.

The death knell at the top of the mall was sounded, and an angry roar came from the shrine on the ground floor of the mall.

"I always thought that the shrine was invincible, and I always felt that I was the only one who wanted to destroy the shrine. Now it seems that the reason why I have such an idea is completely misled by the mall owner."

The phantom shadow of the shrine began to sway, the gate of the gods opened, and each hand was like a blooming flower on the other side, grabbing directly at the woman.

The two sides were in a stalemate, but as the blood well gradually dried up, the woman was slowly pulled into the shrine.

She still couldn't escape her fate after all, she could only let out a piercing howling constantly.

"I don't seem to be able to help them by staying here."

Backward, Han Fei returned to the thrift store, and a very good idea came to his mind.

"All the dead in vain are fighting against the phantom of the shrine. The shrine itself in the underground warehouse should not have much ability to protect itself."

Stealing homes has become a habit of Han Fei, even if it is dangerous, he wants to try.

Opening the baffle, Han Fei did not obey the mall owner's order, he entered the underground warehouse after zero o'clock.

The temperature of the warehouse, which was still like an ice cellar just now, has returned to normal. Han Fei took the resurrection knife into the deepest part of the warehouse, and he quickly lifted the black cloth covering the shrine.

"Originally, I felt very uncomfortable as long as I approached the shrine, but now it feels no different from a delicate wooden box."

Han Fei's face slowly showed a smile: "If you want to destroy a god, you must first destroy his shrine, so that the world no longer believes in his existence."

Picking up the tool hammer leaning against the shrine, Han Fei did what the owner of the shrine had always wanted to do.

"I don't believe in God or fate. If everything is destined, then I will smash them all!"

The tool hammer is another choice that does not exist in the memory of the owner of the shrine. At this time, Han Fei held up this "choice" aloft, and smashed it at the shrine with the endless remorse of the owner of the shrine!

"Boom!"

Sawdust was flying, blood was flowing, and the shrine was like a monster full of human blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Fei kept waving the tool hammer in his hand, and the blood from the shrine splashed all over him.

The shrine wants to entice Han Fei to make a deal, and Han Fei directly wants the shrine's life. It is like the devil has met the devil, and he feels like a match.

A scream was faintly heard in the ear, but Han Fei did not dare to stay.

The opportunity is rare and must be grasped!

The top of the shrine was smashed through, and the entire memory world seemed to pause for a second.

Just when Han Fei was about to make persistent efforts to completely overthrow the shrine, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly appeared.

Don't dare to hesitate, Han Fei hurried back, and this underground warehouse was definitely not allowed to stay.

The ground is shaking, and the underground well water is rising frantically.

Han Fei was also decisive. He was so fast that he escaped from the warehouse before the power returned to the shrine.

At the same time, the sounds of Ding Dong and Ding Dong sounded, and an old lady entered the store holding an umbrella and carrying a smelly package.

As usual, she went straight to the innermost shrine of the store.

"Grandma! Your son is not in the shrine!"

A hole was punched in the underground shrine, which triggered a chain reaction, and this thrift store couldn't stay.

Without time to explain to the old man in detail, Han Fei directly picked up the old man and rushed out of the thrift store.

The old lady who had just entered the store hadn't reacted, so she was picked up by Han Fei and ran to the mall lobby at a very fast speed.

The wind messed up her hair, she wanted to say something, but after her mouth opened, cold wind was constantly flowing in.

"Grandma, the picture of your child is here! You will be reunited soon!"

Han Fei casually comforted the old lady, and then went straight to the woman in the red skirt.

The shrine was destroyed by himself, and there should be no power in a short time to continue suppressing the ghosts in the mall.

When he rushed to the center of the mall, the battle was over, the blood on the ground became blurred, and only the woman in the red dress and the three employees of the thrift store were left in the entire clearing.

They were extremely weak at this time, and part of the blood well was branded on their mutilated bodies. After paying a huge price, they seemed to have been out of the control of the shrine.

"Leave here first!"

Han Fei took out a wishing jar from his inventory and invited the three employees of the thrift store into it. Then he resisted the biting grievances and approached the woman in the red skirt.

"I destroyed the shrine. Please believe me again, maybe I can bring you real freedom."

The woman in the red skirt is the strongest. Most of the dead in the shopping mall have become the lines on her skirt. It can be said that she has gathered the hatred of everyone.

Han Fei looked at each other incomparably sincerely, and after the abnormal noise continued to be heard underground, the woman stopped hesitating and entered the wishing pot.

Sealing the mouth, Han Fei ran toward the outside of the store, and suddenly the system reminder sounded in his mind.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have completed the prerequisite task of Hidden Profession Rose. After hurting the three resentments, you still succeeded in gaining their trust! Do you want to start the next stage of the task?"

"no!"

Han Fei ran desperately at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and didn't dare to turn back: "The butcher is outrageous enough, who dares to bump into the profession of Rose?"

"Please pay attention to players with number 0000! Hidden Profession Rose is a very rare profession. Having this profession will make your life experience more perfect, enrich your experience, promote your reflection on human nature, and unlock exclusive personal abilities. Increase your attractiveness to the resentment and hatred of the opposite sex. Will you start the next phase of the task?"

"No! I just believed your nonsense to get to the point where I am now!"

Han Fei ran with all his strength and rushed out of the department store like a ghost.

The sound of the rain came into his ears, Han Fei looked up, and the night sky of the memory world of the shrine was like a big hole, and suddenly there was a downpour.

"The sky has been clear a few days ago. Why did it suddenly rain so much? Could it be because I broke the top of the shrine open?"

Han Fei remembers that Ten Fingers and they once said that destroying the shrine would have a great impact on this memory world.

"The memory world has changed, does that mean that certain destined things will also change?"

Carrying the old lady and holding the wishing jar, Han Fei gradually became more active as he looked at the city washed by the torrential rain.

"The chaos in the shopping mall has become a pot of porridge, and I even smashed the shrine. It doesn't make any sense to stay here. It's better to find out his weakness as soon as possible while the owner of the shopping mall is chasing Ten Fingers."

Everything in the memory world will be alienated at night, which is very dangerous, but Han Fei discovered one thing a long time ago.

The old lady and Wang Ping'an were free to walk at night, and the two of them didn't seem to be targeted by those monsters.

"Grandma, can you do me a little favor?"

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