My Healing Game

Latest URL: "I am an extremely proud person, but I always feel inferior when I see you. This emotion is rooted in the depths of my soul, but he never told you."

"I used to think that kind of deformed love was terrifying, but after getting close to you, I realized why he was so deeply trapped in it that he couldn't extricate himself."

"Don't look at me with that kind of garbage look, I just said all the words in his heart."

The dean didn't know what Han Fei was hiding, so he said all his emotions with embellishment.

An evil cold light flashed in his eyes, the soul of evil did everything by hook or by crook, with such a perfect soft meal in front of him, he really wanted to eat it with Han Fei's head on his head, and wished he could throw Han Fei's five-flowered bundle into Xu Qin's kitchen tonight.

Who eats who, how to eat, braised or deep-fried doesn't matter, as long as you can hold your thighs tightly, that's enough.

In his opinion, this may be the only usefulness of that Pu Xin soul.

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Han Fei, whose soul was severely wounded, shuddered. Someone seemed to be trying to trick him.

Hugging the broken **** paper man, the other party wanted to tell Han Fei something, but because of the serious injury, the blood on it was fading rapidly.

"Just being glanced at by the gods, the soul seems to be sucked away. The gap between me and the unspeakable is indeed too great."

Han Fei now fully understands why Fu Sheng gave up everything and chose to become unspeakable. This power is too tempting. If Han Fei had the chance to master this power, he might choose to fall into the deep layer forever and become a taboo among ghosts.

Several people came to the 50th floor together, stepped on the boundary built by corpses, and looked at the absurd world created by God.

"What's that painted on the wall?" Han Fei found a very interesting scene. The fearless sinner walked carefully in the middle of the fifty-story corridor with Han Fei on his back, not daring to touch the walls on both sides. You must know that Da Nie's previous style was rampant, and he had to open his own way if there was no way.

"It should be an unspeakable curse. I have seen similar patterns on fanatics." Ji Zheng took out his camera and took a few photos of the wall: "There are no living people on the fiftieth floor, and the original appearance of the building is restored." Look, I have heard people say that anyone who stays on the 50th floor for more than ten minutes will be left here forever."

Mr. Mo looked up at the corpses that merged with the wall around him: "The rumor should be true. Have you noticed that the wall is slowly approaching us, as if it is about to crush us?"

"Why don't we go downstairs now?" Li Rou was very worried about Han Fei's injuries. As a half-grotesque, she had been treated as a monster by the aborigines. Only Han Fei regarded her as a real person.

"Li Xue's teacher is fighting against the power left by the gods alone. I don't know how he obtained that power as an ordinary person, but I can imagine the price he paid and the pressure he endured. In this deep world , the only ones who can help him now are us."

Han Fei had too many reasons to continue walking up, and he couldn't stop himself.

Terrifying forces were growing in the corridors on both sides of the building, and the taboo was out of control. Han Fei and the others did not dare to walk down the corridors. After a while, they came to the elevator room on the 50th floor.

Han Fei's elevator card can only take them to the 49th floor, and only those approved by the gods can reach the 50th floor. This floor is not only the tomb of all rebels, but also a transit point for the fanatics of the gods.

"Our elevator cards can't go to areas above the fifty floors..."

While worrying, Han Fei suddenly saw that the door of elevator room No. 19 could not be closed. He leaned over to take a look. The elevator door was violently damaged, and the elevator car seemed to be stuck on a certain floor.

Putting half of his body into the elevator shaft, Han Fei saw the elevator from this angle for the first time. It turned out that the so-called elevators were not "dead objects" at all, but huge heads.

Taking the elevator is to walk into their mouths, and let the huge human-head balloons take them up and down.

Pale cheeks, stinky and rotten mouth, gouged out facial features, and curses from the gods all over the body, this is the true face of the elevator.

The other elevator cars are still the same, and the No. 19 elevator car seems to be "killed" by some force.

"If the **** dies, all illusions may be shattered, and this building made of human bones will reveal its cruelest side." Mr. Mo was still sighing, Han Fei had let Da Nie carry himself into the elevator shaft.

"What are you doing?"

"Go up from here." Han Fei found another way and found a special path.

"Are you sure you can go this way?" Ji Zheng, the forbidden night policeman, dared not follow him.

"You've already said that this is a road, so what are you afraid of? Follow me, hurry up!" Han Fei asked Da Nie to clear the way, climbed into the elevator shaft, and saw the thick blood scabs and various creeping things in the "well" A strange bloodworm that moves.

The blood stain was pierced, and Da Nie seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest. Countless strange insects crawled out from the depths of the blood scab. Any resentment that came over would probably be eaten up, but Da Nie was indeed an exception.

All the strange insects dare not get close to Da Nie, just like at Fu Sheng's Memory Shrine Lake God Island, the Da Nie born from the human-faced chrysalis innately suppressed all the strange insects.

"Come here!"

Da Nie broke open the elevator door on the 51st floor. Mr. Mo and the others were extremely shocked. Under Han Fei's urging, they bravely climbed onto Da Nie and entered the 51st floor through the elevator shaft.

"This road is good, quiet and few people, we will go from here in the future."

After Da Nie left the elevator shaft, all the soul worms and blood worms got into the blood again, and they couldn't be found at a glance.

"People on the lower fifty floors say that the upper fifty floors are heaven, but there doesn't seem to be anything special here."

The area below the 50th floor is very similar to the old city of Xinhu decades ago. From the 50th floor up, various things of the new era begin to appear. The development of science and technology has changed life and brought new horrors.

The electronic locks have been replaced one after another, and the eyeballs in the surveillance camera will occasionally blink by themselves. Everything is moving forward, but what remains unchanged is the increasingly missing sense of happiness and increasing sense of despair.

But there is one thing that cannot be denied, the upper fifty floors are gradually overlapping with reality, maybe for people in the deep world, reality represents heaven.

"Don't be careless, don't believe anything you see. Those walls made of corpses are real. These are just what the gods want us to see. Don't immerse yourself in them." Mr. Mo tried to push away There are traces of human life everywhere in the door next to the apartment and in the guest room, but there is no living person in the house, only one paper figurine after another.

The father, mother, and children made of waste paper stayed in different places in the house. They seemed to be doing their own things, but because Mr. Mo suddenly opened the door, they remained still for a while.

"The 51st floor is full of paper figures?"

The fiftieth floor is the beginning of the transformation of the gods, and the fifty-first floor is the first floor after the transformation of the life of the gods, which also has special meaning for the gods.

"The false **** seems to have lost all his family members. All he has left is the toys he made and some dummies called fathers and mothers." Ji Zheng took out his camera and was about to take a picture when he suddenly saw the paper figurine who lowered his head just now , now turning to face him.

The eyes of all the paper figurines in the house were gouged out, and there were two deep holes left on their faces, but it was those two holes that made Ji Zheng feel deep fear.

"Kill these paper figurines? Or leave them alone?"

"They seem to be obedient toys in the hands of the gods." Han Fei entered the house with the **** paper figurine in his arms. He grabbed the child's paper figurine's hand and used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.

Confused, obedient, blank self...

What is certain is that the soul of a child is trapped in the body of the paper doll. The child has lost all emotions. In a sense, he is no different from the paper doll.

"Ordinary people want to live on the 50th floor, do they have to become paper dolls who are absolutely obedient?" This is no longer smoothed by life, but directly transformed into a soul and a puppet.

Han Fei didn't go to kill the paper figurines, there are countless paper figurines hiding in the whole floor, it's too difficult to kill them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The expansion speed of the evil soul is too slow, I need to find the other brains of number two as soon as possible Fragments, if you want to help Li Xue's teacher, you must get involved on the 2nd. "Han Fei was walking in the corridor, when suddenly a drop of black rain fell on the back of his hand, he looked up in a daze, he was clearly in the corridor, why did raindrops fall on him?

"It's a strange feeling. After arriving at this level, the sense of tearing between reality and the deep world almost disappeared. I seem to have returned to reality. If this continues, will I not be able to distinguish between reality and the deep world?"

Staring at the black raindrops that quickly disappeared on the back of his hand, Han Fei had a bad feeling, not only in the deep world, but also in reality.

As he got closer and closer to the unspeakable power, all aspects began to be affected by the unspeakable. It was not a specific attack, but an indescribable sense of despair.

"The lower fifty floors are like a pen for keeping animals in captivity, and the upper fifty floors are considered to have entered the unspeakable home."

(end of this chapter)