My Healing Game

The heart of the first generation of ghosts is a passageway. This corpse formed by the accumulation of countless despair and negative emotions is inadvertently connected to a certain place, from which the dream escaped.

Pull out the butcher knife pierced into the heart and open the passage.

Han Fei had already made a choice inadvertently, and now he also understands why the original Fu Sheng couldn't kill the dream. Fu Sheng chose to completely seal the passage and destroy the first-generation ghost. Han Fei went on a different path from him. the way.

Just when the passage appeared, there was piercing laughter from the increasingly distorted buildings in the depths of the park.

One after another strange buildings collapsed, and an old man with a wrinkled face, who seemed to have half his foot in the coffin, walked out of the ruins of the building. The Paradise work uniform on his body was different from the others, it was pure white.

"Hey, he didn't choose the same path as you after all, and the world may be ruined by his hands." The old man silently looked at the first-generation ghost controlled by Han Fei, his eyes full of loss.

Behind the old man, the scenes inside the collapsed buildings were also revealed to everyone.

Countless icy metal tables were tied with tourists one by one. Those tourists seemed to be crazy, insane, and kept laughing wildly.

"I said long ago that living people are the most untrustworthy, and you are still too kind." The pungent smell of blood wafted from the ground, and a middle-aged man in a blood-red Paradise uniform walked slowly. He and the hotel The policemen in the hall look exactly the same, and he seems to be the manager of the park.

"We are also responsible for causing this situation." The old man sighed: "If you can stand on Fu Sheng's side more firmly, instead of thinking about replacing him, maybe it is us who control the first-generation ghost now."

"The ghost betrayed us and chose the crazy child; Meng was ready to usurp the first-generation ghost from the beginning, and we can't win no matter what." The blood-clothed manager shook off the blood on his hands:

"Part of our consciousness has been swallowed by the black box, what do we do now?"

"I don't dare to be aware of whether it is complete or not. My position will not change. I will seal the deep world forever and block its connection with reality. Only then can everything return to the right track." The old man glanced at the maze,

After the first generation of ghosts woke up, the endless labyrinth was destroyed, and now there is only a young man with a dull expression left in the ruins.

"Do you still want to count on Fu Sheng? That child has been abandoned." There was a trace of pity in the human manager's eyes.

They put their consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness of the first-generation ghost, and wanted to control the first-generation ghost through the most primitive method, but in the process of competing for the main consciousness, they all failed.

The consciousness that was put into the sea of ​​first-generation ghost consciousness was absorbed by the black box. In other words, they are all incomplete now, just barely supporting it.

"I don't count on him, but I feel sorry for him. Although we gave him everything, we are only using him as a tool." The old man walked towards the first-generation ghost himself, as if he was in a hotel As he showed, he kept Fu Sheng behind him all the time.

"The source of that crazy laughter hasn't been found yet, so let's do it now, isn't it too early?" The human manager didn't want to waste the little power he had left.

"We've run out of time." All the excess emotions in the old man's eyes were slowly stripped away, the pupils of his eyes gradually disappeared, and his eyes turned completely white.

Hair, eyebrows, eyeballs, skin, the color on the old man's body was quickly fading, when everything turned pure white, he stretched out his finger to the first generation ghost.

The huge corpse seemed to be bound by some kind of force, and its movements became slower and slower.

In the paradise that was originally covered with blood, some white light spots also appeared. They were hidden under various buildings, which were tombstones without names.

The "I" managers of all ages are buried in Paradise, their souls are with Paradise, and Paradise is their body and everything.

No matter what era, there are always people in the crowd who are not afraid of danger, stand up and support the collapsed dome with their flesh and blood.

Han Fei, who was in harmony with the first-generation ghost consciousness, also found that his movements slowed down. When the blood and despair covered everything, those tombstones still maintained their former appearance, silent and firm.

"The corpse seems to be out of control!"

Some of the flesh and blood seemed to have their own consciousness, and Han Fei saw faces in the blood of the first-generation ghost.

When the "I" managers of all dynasties were dying, they would put their own flesh and blood into the corpses of the first-generation ghosts, making their bodies part of the first-generation ghosts. Over time, the flesh and blood of these managers can even affect the first-generation ghosts on a small scale.

Seeing that the old man used the last trump card, the man in the blood-clothed manager shook his head slightly. He hated this desperate feeling, but there was really no better way now.

"Maybe I'm too arrogant and shouldn't seriously injure ghosts." People will always reflect on themselves after something happens, and after seeing the lessons of history, they will do it again next time.

The blood-clothed manager silently walked towards the first-generation ghost. He joined all the park employees, and a group of people stabbed a sharp knife into their hearts.

A strange black mist emerged from under their feet. The human manager and his subordinates all swallowed the black mist. They were called humans, but they were actually half-human and half-ghost monsters. Instead, the subordinates of the ghost manager were all real people.

"Using tools is a human instinct, using the bones of fierce beasts to grind them into bone knives to hunt and kill beasts. This is one of the reasons why people can survive in the first place."

The black mist hidden in the blood-clothed manager's body continued to pour out, and his expression became more and more hideous. No one would have thought that this guy who looked the most sunny and kind was actually the most terrifying guy in the paradise.

He has completely given up everything about human beings, and the meaning of existence is to one day destroy ghosts and everything that hinders him.

The staff who merged with the black mist successfully rushed to the first-generation ghost. Ordinary tools could not cause damage to the first-generation ghost, so they attacked with their bodies changed by the black mist.

The center of the park was in chaos, and countless ghosts gathered here. No one noticed at all. Next to the dessert shop outside the park, there was a cute boy crying.

He seemed to be separated from his family, lost a shoe, and dropped a half-eaten ice cream by his feet.

In the sound of wild laughter, the boy's cry was small, he wiped his tears, and walked towards the center of the paradise step by step.

"Come back! You idiot!" A young man in the dessert shop climbed out from behind the counter, wearing a uniform ripped from a corpse, and rushing to the dangerous street with his hands and feet: "I am unlucky to meet you. !"

The young man put on the little boy's collar and looked around nervously. Fortunately, the laughing madmen didn't notice him, and most of the ghosts' attention was also attracted by the first-generation ghosts.

"I'm going to beat you up if you run around again!" The young man said very wickedly; "It's already dangerous enough here, and I have to take care of you, you arrogant child! Cry, cry, cry! I know how to cry all day long!"

Although the young man had a broken mouth, he had a kind heart. He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wanted to wipe the little boy's tears, but when he stretched out his hand, he felt something was wrong.

There were very thin bloodshots in the little boy's eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" The young man patted the little boy's face; "During this period of time, if I hadn't tried my best to protect you, you wouldn't be able to survive even with a hundred lives! You can't be that ungrateful bastard!"

He picked up the little boy and wanted to continue to hide in the dessert shop, but he suddenly found that the little boy was getting heavier and heavier.

"Be obedient, don't make trouble, let's go back to eat ice cream."

The young man was a little scared. For some reason, he opened his eyes and appeared in the most dangerous paradise. He also witnessed the madman killing people.

The feeling of waking up to find that he was at the scene of the murder and the murderer had not yet left was really exciting, and then he began to run away desperately.

This should be a joyful paradise was turned into a murder simulator by him. Wherever he went, the murder happened.

On the way to escape, he inadvertently rescued the crying boy, forcibly dragged him from the murder scene, and has been "protecting" the other party until now.

The young man did not get along well with the crying boy, but after such a difficult time, it was all over now, how could the young man just watch the boy die.

No matter what happened to the boy, he was very honest and wanted to drag the boy back to the dessert shop.

Slowly, the boy's cry became weaker.

The young man looked back in surprise. He found that the tears on the boy's face were not dry, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

"What's wrong with your child? After crying for so many days, I'm still a little uncomfortable when you suddenly stop crying."

Before he finished speaking, the smile on the corner of the boy's mouth began to become more and more exaggerated, blood and tears flowed from his red eyes, but hysterical laughter came out of his mouth!

"Don't scare me, I have never seen Shen Luo in the world?!"

Even at this time, Shen Luo still had no plans to abandon the boy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He was worried that the laughter would attract other monsters, and was about to reach out to cover the boy's mouth when a **** arm suddenly came out of the boy's mouth. reach out!

"Fuck!

All the laughing lunatics in the whole park seemed to have heard a certain voice, and countless crazy people rushed towards the place where the boy and the young man were, their bodies collided, and the fragments of consciousness scattered in the hearts of countless people were calling from the main consciousness. Let's start the reunion!

Flesh and blood collided, blood flowers bloomed, hysterical laughter resounded through the night sky, and the **** arm crawled out of the abyss little by little.

The young man watched all this up close, and he felt as if his young heart had been hit by a train.

Dizzy, the young man couldn't believe the scene he saw with his eyes.

The blood-stained arm seemed to grab all the madness in the world. With hysterical laughter, the young man saw Han Fei's face!

He is Han Fei, but the feeling to young people is completely different from that of Han Fei.

The **** arm stretched out to the young man, patted his face, and heavier than each other. When the young man felt that his skull was about to be shattered, Han Fei, who had emerged from the bodies of countless giggers, turned to look at him. The first ghost in the center of the park.

"I've saved you so many times along the way, how can you repay your kindness and revenge?" The young man covered his face, feeling a little aggrieved, but when he saw the wreckage of the laughing man all over the floor, he suddenly realized something.

Perhaps, laughing wildly was saving him all the time so as not to expose himself.

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