My Healing Game

In the game "Perfect Life", in theory, any prop can be used as a weapon, but it is the first time that Tetsuo has seen someone charging with a spiritual altar.

Since Han Fei entered the residential building, the weird atmosphere has continued to aggravate, and the yin air is like a shackle, making people unable to breathe.

At this time, the man in the shroud came over again, and repeatedly and repeatedly provoked Han Fei to decide not to keep his hands.

He wants to find the laughing ghost as soon as possible, then complete the task and leave with three players.

The man in the shroud stood with his back to Han Fei, confident, he was different from the others trapped in the mirror.

Every piece of paper money under his feet seems to have a subtle connection with him, and he seems to be the protagonist of the funeral on the fourth floor.

The loose shroud fluttered with the yin wind, and the man slowly turned around, and an extremely dangerous breath also radiated from him.

Han Fei's skin was stung by yin qi, and ghost lines appeared spontaneously.

He was fearless, and, accompanied by several figures, crashed into the darkness!

It was despair that was scattered all over the sky, Han Fei raised the spiritual altar and smashed it directly down!

"Snapped!"

The mirror exploded in the air, and every fragment reflected Han Fei's face.

When the last piece of glass fell, shadows walked out from Han Fei's side.

"Why don't you always let me out?" Li Shao's slender body was bent ninety degrees, with his head down and perpendicular to the ground. It smiled at Tie Nan and Yan Tang.

The cry sounded, fingers fiddled with the heartstrings of a living person, and half of his head was exposed behind Han Fei's crying.

The one-eyed phoenix dragon silently stepped away, the blood blooming, and a knife wrapped in human skin was nailed directly into the mirror at the end of the corridor.

The cracks were like lightning, splitting everything in an instant.

"You can't run away."

The man in the shroud disappeared, and there was only a fragment of the mirror where he stood just now.

But looking back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, there was a man in a shroud in the huge mirror.

This ghost seems to be free to walk through the mirror. His special ability fits perfectly with the mirror. The speed is so fast that Han Fei has not seen his face yet.

"The mirror is broken or is it a mirror. You must not leave a piece of it. Maybe I can let it eat all the mirrors." Han Fei grasped the shadow on the wall, and the black giant python understood and was happy. Swallow the mirror fragments that are stained with yin.

It is difficult for others to deal with the ghost in the mirror, but Han Fei is different. He has a little monster in his hand that can't even be identified by the system. This thing can eat anything and digest everything.

"Eat slowly, there is still a lot in this building." The black-shaded belly seemed to be a bottomless pit. After digesting the mirror fragments, its body swelled a little more.

"Yes, You Fu, why did your family come out of the spiritual altar?" Tie Nan didn't pay attention when he was in the hotel, and now he saw the ghost close at hand, his soul flew out of fear.

"How do I feel that you are scolding me?" Han Fei frowned slightly and pushed Tetsuo aside. He and his neighbors looked at the mirror at the end of the corridor.

That mirror is the largest mirror in the entire building. It seems that there is another world hidden in the mirror, and the things inside have their own lives and consciousness.

The two sides confronted each other, and their meeting point was Aunt Li and Yantang.

The voice in the aunt's ear became louder and louder, and the owner of that voice seemed to have lost patience and ignored other things, and directly let his own voice penetrate into the aunt's mind.

There was severe pain, and memories that did not belong to him exploded in his mind, and ordinary people could not bear such pain at all.

Aunt Li let out a scream and fell down toward the mirror. When her head was about to touch the mirror, Yantang's hand and one of the arms in the mirror caught the aunt at the same time.

"Do it!"

The mirror surface was like a pool of blood stained red, and blood oozes from every crack. The newlyweds in Chinese wedding coats turned completely, and there seemed to be bugs moving under their bald faces.

Then something more terrifying happened. The smooth facial skin of the couple turned outward, and scars bulged out from under the skin, as if someone had sewn a crying expression on their faces with surgical thread.

The screams sounded, and the couple slammed out of the mirror.

"What a strong resentment."

The grievances soared, they were killed at the happiest moment, and the happy event turned into a funeral.

Although they have no facial features on their faces, the scars sewn with needles and threads can show their feelings at this time.

Sad, painful, and extremely sad.

Negative emotions are like sticky threads, which not only infect the people around them, but also drag those people into the world in the mirror.

Hysterical crying sounded at the end of the corridor, and strangely, there was also a cry beside Han Fei.

This is the cry of a child, there is no extra emotion in that voice, it is completely dominated by despair.

He was born a desperate child, and what his biological father liked most was his crying.

Ten fingers pierced the skin, crying and rushed to the first one.

The sticky negative emotions have become the weapons of the men and women in the mirror. Paper money is flying everywhere, but none of their attack methods can cause any substantial harm to crying.

Cry immersed in the depths of despair, you can use all desperate things, as long as the enemy has despair remaining in their hearts, the knife that killed them has been buried in their own hearts.

The more desperate, the closer the tip of the knife will be to the heart.

When crying and fighting with his new wife, Li Zhao could not wait to walk to Yantang and Aunt Li.

"It's pretty good, I like the breath on you very much. The young man is very promising. This aunt also made me admire, and she is really not good-looking." Li Shao's neck was almost bent to one hundred and eighty degrees, and he stared upside down. With Yantang, even if Yantang was courageous, he was scared at this time.

Li Shao wanted to drag Auntie away from the mirror, but as soon as he pulled Auntie Li, Aunt Li let out another scream. Her seven orifices began to bleed and her body became weaker and weaker.

Aunt Li's painful voice spread far in the corridor, and the things hidden in the dark finally couldn't sit still.

In the room on the fourth floor near the stairs, the sound of the mirror shattering came out, and then a large amount of plasma gushed out from the door. The plasma seemed to be alive. After flowing out of the room, it slowly gathered into a blood-red weird person.

His body is much taller than a normal person, and his face also has no facial features, but he was sutured with surgical thread to give an angry expression.

After the angry man appeared, the sound of brisk footsteps came from downstairs, and a child dragged a person's head and appeared bouncely at the entrance of the corridor on the fourth floor.

His face slowly turned, and on his face without facial features, a happy expression was sewn with needles and threads.

The harsh laughter sounded, and the boy dragged the head and rushed towards Han Fei!

There seemed to be infinite power hidden in its small body, with an afterimage behind it, and the speed was amazing.

Huge eyes opened on the wall beside Han Fei, and the girl holding the fish tank raised her head, and the band she covered over her eyes fell, revealing the deep hole.

The boy seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, slowing down, and before he could react, a knife slashed directly across his neck.

In a different part of his body, the expression on the boy's face that was stitched with surgical thread was still smiling, but under the smile, it was full of blood and pain.

"Yingyue’s gaze is not something everyone can bear. Sadness, anger, and happiness are all stitched onto the faces of the residents in the building. I understand why this place is called a mirror clinic. Those shameless monsters in the mirror make new cheeks."

"Snapped!"

The sound of the broken mirror sounded continuously, and the noise was so loud that the loud noise could be heard all over the street.

Disorderly footsteps quickly sounded in the corridor, and the figures standing in the mirror came out, and their faces without facial features were all cut out with knives.

The split wounds acted as lips, the scabs turned into eyes, and thin surgical lines outlined the eyebrows and nose.

There were fixed expressions on the faces without facial features. They wore all kinds of clothes, men, women and children, all crowded toward the fourth floor.

Han Fei is now very grateful that he didn't directly do it in the clinic. If the mirror was destroyed a lot at that time, he would probably lead these people out in advance.

In such a cramped environment, besieged by so many ghosts, he might not be able to survive.

Backward, a few people gathered together to protect Aunt Li in the middle.

The aunt who fell to the ground now has a splitting headache, her eyes are red and swollen, and her eyes are full of bloodshot eyes.

She seemed to perceive that the aunt's breath was weak and she couldn't stand the toss anymore, the voice in her mind that had been calling her finally stopped.

This small detail caught Han Fei's attention. The owner of the mirror clinic didn't seem to want to hurt Aunt Li from the beginning, but just kept calling her.

Before Han Fei asked Aunt Li, the aunt replied at that time, saying that the voice made the aunt stay away from Han Fei as soon as possible.

Maybe that voice thought Han Fei was dangerous, so he wanted to protect her in his own way.

"Since you all regard me as a bad person, then I'll be bad once and let you see it." Han Fei's eyes showed a bit of evil, and his smile began to twist and hide, as if the dark side hidden deep in his heart was activated.

Under the bewildering gaze of the other two players, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and pulled her from the ground.

Taking out the Mortal Knife, the bright light of the knife illuminates the dark corridor, and then Han Fei put the Mortal Knife on Aunt Li's shoulder.

The aunt's face was bloody, and she was trying to digest the extra memories in her mind. Her body was very weak and could not resist.

"Your wife is here. If you don't want her to die, you'd better come out by yourself."

With a cold tone, a perverted smile, and a vicious look in his eyes, Han Fei seemed to have completely changed.

He pinched Aunt Li's neck with one hand, and his fingers fell into the aunt's flesh.

Aunt Li, who was covered in blood, seemed to be unable to breathe, and her hands and feet began to struggle subconsciously.

After touching the player, Han Fei could clearly see the opponent's real-time attributes, and at this time he stared at the aunt's health.

"You walked away like a tortoise, throwing all the difficulties and despair to her. Did you know that she has been looking for you for twenty years?"

The talent of the throat held by the devil was activated, coupled with the active ability of the spirit of speech, every word Han Fei said now contained special power.

"You are dead, do you want to kill her now? Do you want to make your child an orphan?"

"Like those orphans you have ever met, you can't even choose your own life, and are forced to accept the fate of others' charity, from the mind to the soul, they are all filled with despair!"

The voice was suppressed and angry, and the blue veins on the back of his hand violently, and Han Fei's hand gripping the aunt's neck seemed to be slowly exerting force.

"She spends her life looking for you, and now she finally walked in front of you, are you willing to watch her die?"

Han Fei heard a strange noise coming from downstairs, something was slowly approaching.

"It seems that you really don't care about her, even if she dies in front of you, you will be indifferent."

The blade was raised, and the dazzling light of the blade reflected Han Fei's cold eyes.

He listened to the sound of the slow movement downstairs, and a hysterical laugh appeared in his mouth. Without hesitation, he swung the knife down with all his strength!

When facing an enemy whose hands are stained with blood, the mortal butcher knife becomes extremely sharp, but it cannot kill those who are truly kind.

This is the characteristic of the Mortal Knife, but even so, Han Fei did not dare to gamble casually.

His stab was not at the aunt's neck at all, but at the hand that pinched the aunt's neck.

In this way, even if it is too late to take the knife, it will not accidentally hurt the aunt.

Everything is under Han Fei's calculations, and he hasn't kept a hand at all with this knife.

The master-level acting was vividly shown by Han Fei. When the blade was about to cut Han Fei's own hand, the sound of a mirror bursting suddenly sounded in the corner corridor, and a doctor in a white coat rushed towards Han Fei as if he was crazy.

This doctor, Han Fei, had seen him downstairs. He was standing in the mirror of the consultation room, but no matter how the aunt shouted, the other party did not turn around. He seemed to have something unspeakable.

When the doctor rushed in at this time, everyone present also saw the doctor's face.

All the facial features on the angular face were taken away, leaving only the sutured wounds.

The Wangsheng knife stopped an inch away from the back of his hand, and Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the doctor runs slower, he might really cut his hand.

Han Fei hadn't tried what would happen to him with the death knife. Although he was the owner of the death knife, he was also a butcher with blood on his hands after all.

Released his hand, Han Fei patted Aunt Li's shoulder lightly.

Aunt Li clutched her neck and opened her eyes weakly. She saw the doctor in front of her, and the person she had been looking for for twenty years appeared in front of her like this. Everything had a particularly unreal feeling.

Twenty years have passed. Aunt Li has long lost her youthful face. Time has taken everything from her, but the doctor in front of her seems to be the same as it was twenty years ago.

Looking at the disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands. She could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.

Without the barrier of a mirror, even if twenty years have passed, she can still recognize each other at a glance.

"Where have you been all these years?"

Aunt Li walked towards the ghosts in the deep world, and the resentment that made ordinary people extremely frightened was the concern that she had been unwilling to let go of.

Standing in the middle of the corridor, the doctor who was full of sighs, he did not dare to lower his head, as if he was afraid that his disfigured face would scare his wife.

Seeing Aunt Li walking towards him, the ghost exuding a large resentment even took a few steps back.

"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn't tell me anything, I don't even know how to tell the child." Aunt Li's face was mixed with blood and tears, and she was extremely uncomfortable: "I I started to lie to my son that you were far away, and then he said that you went abroad and he kept yelling for you... I hit him for the first time when I was nine years old, because he said that you are an irresponsible father, which is the worst Father, he said you are dead!"

Aunt Li, who had reached her limit, walked towards the doctor.

Listening to her words, the doctor who kept backing stopped stopped.

The couple stood face to face 20 years ago. Aunt Li slowly grabbed the doctor's white coat and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again.

The corridor was extremely quiet, and Tie Nan and Yan Tang seemed to remember something that had happened to them.

"Why should you be afraid of ghosts? How much she wants to see him, maybe a world with ghosts is good." Yantang seemed to have thought of something, he slowly lowered his head: "Unfortunately this is just a game, fantasy Such a world becomes a reality, I am afraid it will always be just a pipe dream."

Aunt Li's spirit has reached its limit. She is old and has been in the game for almost two days. Now she sees her husband who has been missing for many years, her mood is violent, her heart is beating fast, and her face is pale and scary.

"Sister, get too close to him, you will die." Living people will be hurt by grievances as long as they get close to a large grievance, even if the doctor desperately controls them: "If you die here, you might never see him again. I will also lose the only chance to save him."

As soon as Han Fei uttered these words, Aunt Li slowly loosened her hands tightly on her white coat.

"Your wife has suffered so much to find you. She will appear here. You should know what this means?" Han Fei stared at the doctor's disfigured face: "You go with us, go to another A place of hatred, so that you can be together forever and you can also get salvation."

The needle and thread on the doctor's face were shaking slightly, and he seemed to try to make some expression, but the consequence of doing so was that the wound on his face was still bleeding.

After hesitating for a long time, the doctor shook his head, and at the same time the weird people in the building also walked out from every corner.

They all have no faces, and occasionally there are expressions of surgical sutures on their bald faces.

Those ghosts have very good strength, they all seem to obey the doctor's orders.

Reaching out and touching the blood from the wound, the doctor squatted in front of Aunt Li and wrote the word "atonement" on his white coat.

"Atonement? Did you really kill? You attended those murder parties?" Aunt Li remembered the cruel scenes she had seen in the hotel.

The doctor shook his head, and he wrote a few more words because of a woman and I ruined her face.

The doctor couldn't explain some complicated things clearly. He took out a thick medical record sheet from under the white coat.

Everyone in this building has his own medical record, which states the reason why they lost their cheeks, including the doctor's own.

Aunt Li took the medical record, and when she checked it, Han Fei also quietly walked over.

The doctor's real name is Yan Mo. He was punished here to make a more perfect face for a woman because he ruined a woman's face.

He can use all the patients' faces in the clinic, as long as they can make more beautiful faces.

Before he makes a suitable face for a woman, his soul will be bound by the woman's fate, and his own face will be locked in the plastic surgery hospital.

"The lifeline is not a problem. I can cut it off for you. I can also fake the illusion that you are dead. As long as you are willing to follow us." Has a very special ability to control some patients without faces.

The doctor shook his head again. He kept standing facing Aunt Li. If he still had an expression, I believe he must be full of guilt.

"If you are worried about these patients, you don't have to. We can just take them away." Han Fei looked at the faceless weirdos, not only did not feel scared, there was even a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

What does the plastic surgery hospital want so many faces for? Just to make the most perfect face?

Han Fei is also a little puzzled. There are three hatreds in the plastic surgery hospital. The abilities and talents of the three of them are the same. Depriving the ghost of the face should be the ability of a faceless woman. It is estimated that the production of life ropes is both the white shoes and the painter. One of the talents.

Up to now, among the three hatreds, Han Fei still hasn't figured out the talent of one.

Hearing that Han Fei said that all the patients could be taken away, Dr. Yan seemed a little moved.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible. Your wife is in poor condition. If you don't leave ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she will probably die in the clinic." Han Fei was very straightforward, and now there is no need to circumscribe.

The patients with no faces gathered around, and the couple in the mirror and the man in the shroud all walked out, and their faces were all stitched up by the doctor.

After thinking for a long time, the doctor wrote a sentence in blood. Those who entered the clinic could not leave unless you could break the mirror.

The doctor gently pushed Aunt Li away, he came to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the ground, and completely shattered the huge mirror on the wall.

Hidden behind the mirror is a door with various beautiful faces painted on it.

The doctor picked up the fragments of the mirror and cut his body. He mixed the yin and black blood and applied them evenly to each face.

Every face that drank his blood would slowly open his eyes, and after all faces saw him clearly, the door was opened.

Pleasant laughter sounded in everyone's ears, and the doctor once again wrote in blood that the smiley face I made for her was inside, and no one would be able to get out of the clinic alive without destroying her.