My Healing Game

The **** the TV screen seemed to be an extremely vicious spirit. The aura emanating from her body was completely different from that of a hanged ghost. That kind of fear could not even be compared to the clown's childhood memories. Just by looking at her, she felt a soul. As if melted by her gaze.

Neither Han Fei nor the Hanged Ghost thought of what happened in the room on the fourth floor. Originally, Han Fei just felt that this room was very familiar to him and wanted to come in and have a look, but who knew that such a terrifying grimace was hidden in the TV. .

The hanged ghost's head changed dramatically outside the house, a faint black mist stretched into the house, and the hanged ghost holding Han Fei's hands stepped backwards.

It wanted to leave, but Han Fei was really scared to stay here alone, and he tightly hugged the hanged ghost's body with both hands.

The palm of his hand touched the soul and memory of the hanged ghost. At this moment, Han Fei felt extremely familiar with this scene. He had done the same thing in this room before!

The blank mind made waves, and a gap appeared again on the shady screen that covered the memory, and the gap continued to grow.

"I've done something like this! I've lived to this day! Shows that this is the right choice!"

With his hands and legs, Han Fei almost hung his body on the hanged ghost, and the anxious head outside the ghost's door grinned.

To be honest, Han Fei is really scared right now. The girl's hideous and twisted face covered the screen, and the indescribable sense of oppression made him cold. Only by hugging another alien ghost in the house could he feel a little bit more secure.

"One of the most terrifying stories in the script happened in the happy community. Did I meet that ghost called Yama with Eight Arms?"

The girl in red used to play with corpses in the black house. She was so cruel that she played the corpses as puzzle pieces. Such ghosts are definitely evil ghosts!

The more frightened he became, the more Han Fei grabbed the hanged ghost. Now he was no longer thinking about **** the hanged ghost, but how to keep himself alive.

"The girl's eyes were completely occupied by morbid killing intent. I have never seen such crazy eyes."

The perverted killer will reveal his true nature when he commits murder, but even when the perverts are at their craziest, the girls whose eyes are not as scary as the TV.

I really can't imagine why a child at such a young age has such trembling eyes, Han Fei didn't even dare to guess how many people she had killed.

The black and white TV screen began to flicker, and the blood on the girl's face seemed to seep out from the glass screen, and every drop of blood had a strong killing intent.

At a distance of three or four meters, the girl looked at Han Fei like this. She seemed to be unable to come out of the TV now. Han Fei also realized this.

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, blood dripped from the screen, and the cabinet where the TV was placed seemed to be slowly moving for no reason.

In the dark living room, the TV playing the girl's grimace moved towards him, and the girl's face got closer a little bit!

Goosebumps appeared on Han Fei's neck. He wanted to leave, but his body didn't obey the command, his legs were weak, and only the arm that touched the memory of the hanged ghost could barely move.

"What are you still doing! Run! Do you want to die with me?" Han Fei shouted at the hanged ghost, hating that iron is not steel, and staying in the house, the two "people" will be killed by out of control. crushed.

The head of the hanged ghost left outside the house screamed, a steady stream of black mist penetrated into the body, it wanted to pull out its body, and the ugly cat took the opportunity to retaliate and scratched his cheek.

The face of Hanged Ghost, who had been expressionless, was full of scars. He was already mad, and his eyes full of whites moved quickly.

"Quick!"

The TV is getting closer and closer, and the hanged ghost consumes a lot of black mist and drags his body with difficulty.

"Quick!" Han Fei shouted loudly, and when he and the hanged ghost moved back, the TV cabinet almost moved in front of him.

"Did I kill you, why are you looking at me like this?"

The crazy girl seemed to hear Han Fei's voice, her lips moved slightly, as if she was saying something.

"The key?" Han Fei found that he also had some dabbling in lip language, but because the time was too short, he could only see that the girl mentioned the key.

"What key? The door key? She wants me to help find the key?"

With his body backward, before the TV touched Han Fei, the hanged ghost spent a lot of black mist to drag his body and Han Fei hanging from his body out of the room.

With their legs back to normal, Han Fei and the ugly cat had almost no hesitation, they ejected and started to run upstairs in three and two steps.

The hanged ghost, whose head and body were severely disconnected, fell on the fourth floor, and it took a long time for him to stand up again.

Just now, in order to take his body out of the room, the hanged ghost wasted too much black mist of resentment, and now he can't even heal the wound on his face.

He straightened his head with both hands, and the hanged ghost found that Han Fei appeared in his obsession, and killing Han Fei had become his new obsession.

Dragging his toes on the ground, the man seemed to be bound by an invisible rope, and he chased Han Fei with the fastest speed.

"Did you find anything!"

When he ran to the seventh floor, Han Fei didn't dare to speak too loudly, for he was afraid of attracting more bad things.

"found it!"

Xiao Jia smashed a floor tile in the corner and found a black jar buried in the deepest part of the toilet.

The bathroom was the place with the most yin in the whole room, and the jar was specially placed in the innermost corner of the bathroom. The landlord's friend did so clearly to kill him on purpose.

"Give me something!"

Holding the company, Han Fei ran to Xiao Jia, and he saw the problem at a glance.

On the black jar were two pieces of white paper, on which were written the characters of a certain person's birthday. What's more noteworthy was that the handwriting on the white paper was very similar to the handwriting on the mirror of the boy's corpse, and it should have been written by the same person.

The terrifying sound of dislocated bones sounded at the door, and the hanged ghost had entered the house.

Han Fei no longer hesitated, tore off the white paper and smashed the black altar.

Black water with a pungent, rancid smell flowed out of the jar, which was soaked in a school uniform with all kinds of foul language written on it, as well as several color photos.

This scene has appeared in the blue and white cram school, and the portraits in the color photos are crying and beckoning.

However, Han Fei did not rescue the people in the photos as he did last time. He glanced at the fastest speed. There were ugly photos taken by students when they were bullying others recklessly, and photos of the boss submitting documents that were secretly taken. , There are also colleagues talking and laughing in a group photo.

The pictures are well done, and each one has the hanged himself, but he is always standing in the corner, lying on the ground, and being pushed to the outside.

"These things are your anger and hatred, and I'm here to help you destroy them."

Accompanying him into the photo, he was extremely decisive, just like the last time he went directly to save people without even thinking about it.

The same photos, the same rescuers, but the endings of the portraits in the photos are completely different.

Hearing the miserable screams in the photo, Xiao Jia was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Han Fei to make such a choice.

Every time a photo was pierced, the thin black mist on the hanged ghost would disperse a little more, and he became more and more crazy, attacking Han Fei with all his strength.

Han Fei, who was concentrating on destroying the photos, had a hard time dodging, but the blood-stained mobile phone rang just at this moment, and Xiaoyou's mother was covered in blood and scuffled with the hanged ghost.

Hurry up. After destroying all the photos, Han Fei picked up the smelly school uniform from the black water and pierced the company at the heart of the school uniform.

Black blood flowed from the smelly school uniform, and the same wound appeared on the hanged ghost's body.

The expression on his face was a little painful, and his obsession was aroused, and he began to desperately hurt the people around him.

"No one helped him. When he was a student, he who was full of hope and longing may have died, leaving only a walking dead."

After smashing the school uniform, black blood seeped into the sharp knife called Companion. When the body of the hanged ghost dissipated, another name appeared on Han Fei's heart.

"It's a strange feeling, the body seems to have recovered a little, is this the ability to accompany?"

The black mist of resentment remaining in the room was swallowed by Xiaoyou's mother. She didn't seem to want to face Xiaoyou in this way. After absorbing it, she immediately returned to the blood-stained mobile phone.

"mom!"

No matter how Xiaoyou shouted, her mother didn't come out again.

Xiaoyou, who was hanged and scattered, escaped the danger, only dared to cry at this time. She sat on the ground, holding her mother's mobile phone, and kept calling her mother, but no one answered.

Maybe only when Xiaoyou is in danger again, her mother will come out of her phone.

"Your mother doesn't want you to see her terrifying appearance, and she also wants to keep her most beautiful side in your heart." Han Fei comforted Xiaoyou softly: "You also need to understand her, girls love beauty very much. , Your mother used to be a princess, and it wasn't until after you that she walked out of the palace, took up arms, put on armor, protected you in front of you, and became your hero."

Many fairy tales are fictional, especially in such a terrifying world, but Han Fei is still willing to tell others that there are beautiful things in this world.

After Xiaoyou calmed down a little, the three fell into new troubles.

Han Fei and Xiao Jia were brought in by Xiao You's mother, but the other party didn't seem to know how to send them away.

"Before in the taxi, after killing the boy's body, everything returned to normal, and the time it was frozen began to walk again..." Xiao Jia felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and the situation seemed to be getting worse. developing.

"Xingfu Community is a place where the two different worlds of ghosts and people overlap. I'm afraid it will not be so easy for us to leave." Han Fei actually wanted to go back to the fourth floor now, but he was really afraid: "The car must be in front of the mountain. There is a way, at least this room is safe now, we will use this as a starting point and simply explore the next building."

"Are you sure?" Xiao Jia was a little worried.

"I have a knife that can hurt ghosts, and I also found that I can touch ghosts' memories. With the help of Xiaoyou's mother, it should be no problem." Han Fei helped Xiaoyou, and he brought his two A teammate left the seventh floor: "Let's go upstairs first to make sure that there is no danger upstairs, and then explore down layer by layer, so as to prevent being attacked by both sides."

As soon as the three of them walked between the seventh and eighth floors, they heard the sound of a bell ringing.

"It seems to come from the ninth floor?"

"Isn't the ninth floor selling white goods?" Han Fei still remembered that he wanted to go to the ninth floor to find paper figurines in the morning, but because of the sudden visit of the police, he was forced to leave: "Let's go and have a look, maybe the remains of the paper figurine. right there!"

Moving up against the wall, paper money appeared scattered in the corridor, and what was even more strange was that each piece of paper money had someone's name written on it, as if it was money for life.

"This place is really not where a living person should come." Xiao Jia followed behind Han Fei and glanced at the ninth floor.

This place is the same as when you came during the day. The door of the residents is wide open, and there are paper figures at the door.

Those paper figurines had round and full faces, wearing bright new clothes, and their expressions were vivid, and it seemed that they would turn their heads and smile in the next second.

"Calm down."

Han Fei carefully observed the paper figurines, and he felt more and more that he had come to the right place.

With his palm on his chest, Han Fei quietly took out the eyes of the blood-colored paper figurine. He felt the connection between the paper figurine's eyeballs and the remnant body.

"Part of the blood-colored paper figurine is in this room." Han Fei moved forward slowly: "The old lady said that her husband is a paper maker. Could the paper figurine I'm looking for be made by her husband?"

"That old lady is kind and she feels good to talk." Xiao Jia recalled what happened in the morning: "I hope nothing will go wrong this time."

"You two wait a moment." Xiao You grabbed Han Fei's arm: "You better not touch the white goods on the ninth floor, and don't believe what that crazy old lady said."

"Crazy old lady?" Xiao Jia and Han Fei both stopped.

"Yeah! The landlord warned me when I first moved in, and told me not to go upstairs casually, especially not to talk to the old lady on the ninth floor." Xiao You lowered her voice: "The old lady's husband is very early She died before, but she said that her husband was still alive~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Every night she sat in the corridor making paper dolls, and during the day she said that all the white goods were made by her husband."

"The paper maker is the old lady herself? Her husband died a long time ago?" This sudden change made Xiao Jia panic. He used to think that the old lady was the most normal resident in the building.

"Perhaps after the death of the old lady's husband, the ghost still stays in the house, and will come out every night to tie the paper man to send the dead soul." Han Fei was not surprised at all, he calmly surprised Xiaoyou: "No matter what Said, I have to go and see, I need to find that red paper man!"

After hiding the company, Han Fei came to the ninth floor.

The soul bell hanging on the door rang, and Han Fei stood in the middle of the boy, boy and girl paper figurines, looking into the house.

Compared with the daytime, this room became extremely gloomy at night, and the paper figures seemed to be sleeping children, waking up at any time.

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