My Healing Game

Latest URL: The reporter picked up Han Fei's glass of blood wine and drank it down. It seemed that only alcohol could help him numb the pain and make him temporarily forget about the worm in his brain.

"Have you investigated the orphanage run by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical?"

Han Fei's eyes changed, and he pointed to his face: "Have you ever seen a child with a healing personality?

"I have forgotten all the memories related to those children. If you really want to know, you can go to those people who stuffed the bugs into my brain." The reporter threw away Han Fei's wine glass: "Okay, let me see Look at the channel you mentioned."

"no problem."

Han Fei took two steps back and moved his finger over the property panel.

"spiritualism!"

The splashed blood instantly tore the attribute panel, and the strong smell of blood, like a long-brewing storm, engulfed the small room in the blink of an eye.

The reporter who was lying on his side on the bed had an incredible expression on his face. He supported his body with his arms and fixed his eyes on Han Fei.

He couldn't see the ghost gate torn open on the attribute side, but he could clearly feel a steady stream of terrifying aura coming from somewhere in the room, and that **** smell didn't belong to the skyscrapers.

"Huang Ying!"

Two simple Chinese characters made the storm on the sea of ​​blood more violent. Another monster summoned by Han Fei seemed to sense something. The blood shadow was moving crazily in the building.

The ghost faces floating on the sea began to scream, and driven by Han Fei's consciousness, they crashed into the sea of ​​blood one by one.

Shaking the soul-inducing bell, Huang Ying's name was bitten by a grimace and dragged out of the sea.

Five fingers grasped the edge of the ghost gate, and drops of blood dripped down the white coat. Huang Ying walked out of the ghost gate step by step with the constantly twisting and changing nightmare behind him.

The dark pupils completely immersed in the nightmare gradually returned to normal. After Huang Ying saw Han Fei, the expression on his face slowly eased: "What do you need me to do?"

Huang Ying never asked Han Fei what trouble he was in, as long as he could do it, everything would be fine.

"Are you going to level 40?" Han Fei didn't expect Huang Ying to level up so fast, and now he has more and more aura of the number one player.

"I have selected the three most suitable for me from more than a dozen hidden occupations. I have already completed three rotations, so I should be able to help you a little bit." Huang Ying in the past only had a level for nothing, and his mentality was still the same as that of ordinary players. Same, but ever since he was pulled into a dream by Butterfly and killed countless times by the mother that Butterfly transformed into, Huang Ying has really changed.

Without Han Fei opening his mouth, Huang Ying opened the inventory, showing the various rare items and props he had collected: "These are all prepared for you, and I have never had a chance to give them to you."

"Brother Huang, you really helped me a lot." If it was in other places, the things Huang Ying brought would not be of much use, but in this skyscraper, a piece of meat that is not contaminated by mold can be exchanged for many things .

"It's good if I can help you." While taking something from the inventory, Huang Ying also looked at the reporter next to him: "Who is he?"

"A fallen hero." Han Fei could feel the blood shadow approaching quickly, and the evil ghost crawling out of the sea of ​​blood seemed to be very interested in Huang Ying: "Brother Huang, I'll send you away right away, it's too dangerous here .”

Putting the materials Huang Ying sent into his inventory, Han Fei immediately sent Huang Ying back with Soul Resurrection.

After Huang Ying left, the blood shadow seemed to have lost its clear target, and the speed of moving toward Hanfei slowed down significantly.

"You should have seen it too." Han Fei put a bottle of shallow world wine in front of the reporter: "I can take you home."

"Home..." The reporter didn't know how long it had been since he had heard this word. He looked at the place where the ghost gate appeared, his pupils began to throb violently, and blood-red accusations emerged from his neck, as if they were burning red. like a soldering iron.

But the current reporter couldn't feel the pain at all. He grabbed the bottle of wine and took a sip.

His throat was hot, and his eyes were still bloodshot, but the ashes in the depths of his eyes rekindled a little light.

"Just take me out of this skyscraper, let me see my child again, see him alive! Then I can give you everything I have! Including my soul, dignity and freedom!

Standing up staggeringly, the reporter's dirty and messy hair was scattered on his face. His seemingly thin body hides terrifying power. Those blood-red crimes are like poisonous insects. While giving him strength and special talents, It is also tormenting his will all the time.

"Deal." Han Fei took the reporter's hand.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have found the night police--Ji Zheng!"

"Ji Zheng: According to the degree of danger, the night police are divided into four levels: Dangerous, Forbidden, Disaster, and Night."

"Attention! They who used to be the most obsessed with justice have now become the scariest people in the building! Be careful of them! Even the weakest night policeman is extremely dangerous!"

There is no information about Ji Zheng's ability in the system's prompt, and it may be because Ji Zheng hasn't fully trusted Han Fei yet.

"There is another reason why I came to you. There is a catastrophe hidden deep in the corridor on the sixth floor. A surviving rusty ladder cleaner asked me to come to you." Han Fei was about to start the difficult e-level task.

"Has he become a scourge?" Ji Zheng showed a cruel smile on his face: "The rusty ladder cleaners asked me to kill that child before, but what they didn't know was that the child was the Yongsheng Pharmaceutical Welfare Institute. One of the children who was killed among them. I don’t know why he appeared on the sixth floor, and it became a curse full of resentment.”

"Do you know the disaster ghost?"

"It's more than just acquaintance." Ji Zheng touched his camera: "After I got paid by the rusty ladder cleaner, not only did I not kill that child, but I also taught him how to become stronger. That child was my crime and hatred. Raised little by little, he should be unable to control himself now, hatred is going to become a disaster!

Ji Zheng's current appearance is indeed completely different from before. The balance of good and evil in his heart has been destroyed, leaving only a riddled self.

"Does that kid know he's going to turn into a monster in the end?"

"I once gave him a choice, whether to leave this world without pain, or to live here in pain forever, and then spread his pain to those criminals who like to create pain."

Ji Zheng got up and pushed open the door of the tavern cubicle, the dim light outside shone on his hideous face: "He finally made the same choice as me."

Seeing Ji Zheng walk out of the room, the hotel lobby suddenly became quiet. They stared at Ji Zheng in horror and Han Fei in surprise.

"Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, how this building treats us, we will repay it." Han Fei nodded and touched the ghost pattern: "It's fair, isn't it?"

"Why do you look like a night policeman, a crime detective?" Ji Zheng's smile became more obvious. He and Han Fei walked out of the tavern side by side, and the other special residents followed behind them.

Several people walked towards the elevator, but before reaching the elevator room, there was a very piercing scream from a certain floor downstairs.

It was as if Han Fei's soul had been pricked by a needle, and the pain came. He felt it carefully and found that the connection between himself and the blood shadow of the ghost gate suddenly strengthened.

The blood shadow seemed to have clashed with something in the corridor, and shot with all its strength, using some unknown special ability.

"It's so courageous to walk down the corridor after twelve o'clock in the evening."

Han Fei heard Miss Hong's muttering voice: "Is the corridor dangerous after twelve o'clock?"

"There are taboos in the corridor." Ji Zheng picked up the camera and took a photo in the direction of the sound: "However, ordinary people will not make such a big noise when encountering taboos, unless taboos meet taboos."

He glanced into the camera and urged Han Fei: "Let's go, let's go to the sixth floor first, and I will take that disaster away."

"You guys take the elevator card and go to the sixth floor. I'm going to other places now."

Han Fei grabbed the collector: "You are the leader of the cleaning staff on the rusty stairs on the tenth floor. You should have other elevator cards in your hand, right?"

"Yes, but I can't take others to use it casually..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Han Fei looked at Ji Zheng: "If the disaster ghost can control himself, I am willing to accept him. The sixth floor is my site, and you can try various things there."

"Are you leaving in a hurry because of the taboo in the corridor?" Ji Zheng fiddled with the camera: "I do see that you and the taboo are connected by the thread of fate."

"It's not too late, let's go!" Han Fei underestimated Ji Zheng's ability, but it was a good thing for him.

Binding the collector, Han Fei forced him to use the elevator card, and they entered the No. 9 elevator together.

"Hurry up!" Han Fei was restless, he could already feel the blood shadow approaching rapidly, and the taboo in the corridor seemed to hurt it.

"Which floor are we going to?"

"The higher the better!" Han Fei closed the elevator, and he saw the collector press the button to the 25th floor: "Can't you go to a higher floor?"

"Taking the elevator is also a very dangerous thing. The higher the floor, the more likely to encounter accidents. The 25th floor is the limit I can go to."

Ji Zheng wanted to cry, he hadn't felt this helpless feeling for too long.

"Let me just believe you once." Han Fei glanced at the slowly changing numbers on the elevator screen, his face gloomy, and the distance between him and the blood shadow was getting closer.

That guy seemed to have also entered the elevator room, and was climbing up crazily while grabbing the compensation chain below the elevator.

"I stimulated it during my third soul call. Later, it was injured in a fight with taboos in the corridor. It should be at the craziest stage now. I can't be caught up by it at this time."

After clicking on the properties panel, Han Fei's exit button hadn't lit up yet, but it should be soon after counting the time.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not clear. Han Fei was sweating anxiously, but the collector stared at the ever-changing numbers and let out a sigh of relief. There are many restricted areas upstairs, so you can't just go there.

11th floor, 13th floor...

When the elevator stopped on the 15th floor ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a little blood appeared on the bottom of the elevator car.

In a short period of time, the blood stain spread a large area, and the blood stain seeped out from the bottom of the elevator like a spring!

"What's going on here?" The collector looked terrified, he had never encountered such a situation after taking the elevator so many times.

"Is there any dangerous place on the 15th floor?" Han Fei frantically pressed the elevator door open button.

"I rarely come to the 15th floor." The moment the collector was stunned, the elevator doors opened to both sides, and Han Fei had already rushed out: "Where are you going?"

"run!"

Han Fei answered neatly. After a few seconds, the collector who was still standing in the elevator felt that the whole world had turned blood red.

He looked up, and the scarlet blood shadow enveloped the elevator car, and there was a face very similar to Han Fei in the blood wave.