My Healing Game

"Are you ready?" The old lady grabbed the door handle, the words on her face trembled slightly with her skin: "No matter what you see, I hope you can stay calm, especially remember, don't show it to him A look of fear."

The old anti-theft door was opened little by little, no lights were turned on in the house, it was pitch black, not like an apartment where living people lived, but more like a cave with hidden monsters.

"Don't step on the things on the ground. I finally asked for those talismans." The old lady lowered her head. Since she entered the room, she deliberately did not let her eyes look around, as if she was afraid of something. Things look at each other.

"If they were useful, you wouldn't have to worry about them." Han Fei quietly held the handle of the Resurrection Knife, his palms soaked in cold sweat, and the atmosphere in the room was very strange.

"Don't talk nonsense, the yin and gods can hear it, you don't have to believe it, but don't be disrespectful." The old lady hurriedly waved her hand at Han Fei with a stern expression.

She walked carefully through the living room, pulled away the paper rope glued with the spell, and glanced at the bedroom in the deepest part of the room.

The door covered with yellow paper talismans was tightly closed, and there were five bowls in front of the door, inside which were human limbs and heads pinched out of faces.

Seeing that the five bowls were filled with things, the old lady began to slowly back away.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei was a little puzzled.

"He's not full yet, we can't bother." The old lady babbled, looking very nervous.

"Do you usually give him these? How can you maintain a balanced nutrition without vegetables and meat?" Han Fei felt that the old lady was already possessed by a demon. Even if the child was really possessed by a ghost, he still had to have a normal diet.

"It was mixed with incense ashes and furnace ashes, as well as the magic medicine sent by the Great Immortal."

"Good guy, then your grandson is still alive now. It can indeed be said that he was sheltered by the ghost on him." Han Fei shook his head and retrieved some memories. He was very clear about one thing. In most cases, Only ghosts can deal with ghosts, and other things that can deal with ghosts are related to ghosts to some extent, so he doesn't believe what those great immortals say at all.

He really wanted the old lady to call Daxian directly, and everyone would have a real fight and speak with facts.

"The 'person' in the bowl is what was fed to him. My grandson can return to normal in a short period of time only when he is full and falls asleep."

The old lady didn't let Han Fei go there, so he grabbed Han Fei's arm and walked to the sofa together: "Wait a while, that thing would sleep at noon before."

"Grandma, how did you make sure there was something else on your grandson? Have you seen it?"

"If it weren't for Zhongxie, how could a child do those things?" The old lady's words aroused Han Fei's curiosity.

"What has he done?"

"I don't even remember when it started. I only know that the child wanted to kill people in this room more than once, including me and his parents." The old lady just spoke, and all the talismans in the room seemed to be killed. The wind blew, making a rustling sound, and it seemed that it might fall off at any time: "When I was asleep at night, I could feel something was wrong in front of my face, and when I opened my eyes, I found the child squatting on the edge of the bed with his face close to you. face, eyes looking into your eyes."

"You ask him what he's doing, he doesn't speak, just keeps giggling."

"That kid likes to laugh, but it's not right to say that he is a fool who only knows how to laugh. When he was very young, he could recognize many insects and animals, and he could use the plastic knife and fork that was given to him when he bought the cake. A worm is completely separated."

"These are actually normal, but slowly he became more and more... scary."

The old lady glanced into the depths of the room and was relieved to see that the tableware and chopsticks hadn't moved.

"There is no hatred for no reason, there must be a reason for him to become like this, right?" Han Fei carefully observed the changes in the old man's expression, he wanted to understand the reason why Meng chose No. 4.

"Actually, it's also my fault." The old lady continued: "My son is a beast. He has been spoiled since he was a child. He has a bad temper and no ability, and he likes to gamble. He and my daughter-in-law met in the casino. Those words of scolding, it seems that my son thinks that the little grandson is not his own."

"Parents rarely take out their anger when they quarrel, but they both treat the child as a trash can to vent their anger. My son beats his grandson at every turn, and the child's mother doesn't stop her. Go beat the little grandson."

"In the beginning, the little grandson was simply beaten, laughing when he laughed, crying when he was crying."

"When he was a little older, he would point to his parents and recite some strange incantations, and no one could understand what it was, nor what was the use of those scripture-like things, anyway, every time he recited After that, his parents will beat him even harder."

"Everything has changed since he was five years old. My beast child deliberately took his little grandson far away and wanted to throw him away, but every time the child could find it by himself."

"But every time the little grandson comes back, he seems to be contaminated with something. He will make some other people's voices in his mouth, and he will hide in the corner of the living room and kitchen at night, squatting there alone."

"My son became even more irritable when he saw him like this. He beat the little grandson several times with the belt."

"About a week later, my son and his daughter-in-law were sleeping when he suddenly heard movement by the bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his little grandson holding a kitchen knife and standing beside the bed."

"My beastly son was scared for the first time. He taught his worst things to his little grandson. What's even more terrifying is that the little grandson learns very quickly."

"Going forward, my son felt that his little grandson wanted to kill him all the time. He finally carried me behind his back and sold his own son to a private welfare home."

Hearing this, Han Fei frowned. Most of the children in the orphanage were orphans. Only this No. 4 was sent in by his biological parents. It's the incompetent parents.

"What about later?"

"That private welfare home found a few new families for my little grandson, but after choosing and choosing, the child was finally sent back." The old lady felt that the private welfare home had a conscience, and Han Fei probably guessed it. The truth, the private welfare home that deliberately cultivates despair is not for the good of No. 4 at all, they just want to see a bigger tragedy, and they feel that sending this child back is the most desperate thing for him.

Seemingly trying to change, nothing has actually changed.

The only remaining hope was shattered~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The deepest despair will devour him completely.

"Can I meet the child's parents?" Han Feixiang taught the parents how to behave.

. After hearing Han Fei's question, the old lady's lips tightened, and after a long time she said, "My son was killed by that thing in my little grandson's body. It was bitten to death. How can you say that people can bite with their teeth? Dirty stuff stuck in my grandson's body!"

. The old lady's voice was very loud, and she was very emotional. She seemed unwilling to accept such a reality, so she insisted that her grandson was evil.

"What about the child's mother?" The curse appeared on the red rope at Han Fei's fingertips. He didn't communicate with Xu Qin at all. This time, Xu Qin felt the fatal danger and took the initiative to grab Han Fei's hand.

. "She? She was still in this room a few days ago, and suddenly I can't find her. I don't remember where she is. She should still be in this room, right?" There was a strange noise, as if a woman was scratching the door with her fingernails trying to get out.

"Three bedrooms, one mom?"

The mutation started, blood oozes from all the runes on the door in the deepest room, the door panel trembled slightly, the head placed in the bowl fell to the ground, the outermost batter was broken, and strands of black hair were exposed.

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