My Healing Game

The latest website: The screams sounded in the withdrawal ward. The patient wearing the melon cap did not cry out for pain, but was worried that his operation would be deformed and he would not be able to quickly press the numbers on the calculator.

He is a real patient, chaotic, withdrawn, freewheeling, isolated by society, but cherished by ghosts in the catastrophe.

"As expected of being a sacrifice chosen by the dean, his blood seems to be able to blend into the negative emotions of the black building."

The blood mist drifted away, like a stream flowing towards a river, soaking **** veins on the wall. Only then did Han Fei see the cobweb-like hatred in the black building. Those twisted and perverted emotions were intertwined inside the building, making it impossible to escape. out.

"Is this why hatred controls the black building?"

The old man was unwilling to leave, and Han Fei didn't force it. He picked up the big bell with a silent personality, and ran wildly following the trajectory of the blood mist. When the mist became too dim to be seen, he continued to bleed.

"Only when the patient's blood is sacrificed, can we see the original appearance of the building. These buildings occupied by hatred have been embedded with the deep world."

From the inside, the auxiliary building only has seven floors, but in fact there are countless long corridors in the middle of the floors. They extend into the boundless darkness, and it is not known where they will lead.

Han Fei is not in the mood to investigate now. The dean's sacrifice was bled in advance by him. All the ghosts and patients in the annex building were alarmed. Doors hidden behind the darkness were opened, and various patients came out of it. .

According to the condition of each patient, the dean designed the most terrifying growth direction for them, regarded their personalities as stone bricks to construct the white building, and fully integrated them into the Eighth Mental Hospital.

The white mist of greed swept across, and the hatred fortunately took out the Butcher Knife of Rebirth. Without that sharp blade to open the way, I beat many ghosts and monsters by surprise.

In the white building, are there any ghosts that can stop my blade.

Seeing the ghost I was afraid of being killed, the corner of the mouth of the silent big bell moved slightly. My life was like a nightmare that would never wake up, but now a knight with a butcher knife appeared in this nightmare .

"How long has it been since the catastrophe happened? How many people died in the white building? Why do you feel that ghosts can never be killed?" Hatred entered the auxiliary building, but I haven't felt very strenuous yet.

Gritting my teeth, the hatred ended and I desperately used the ability of the speech spirit to continuously speed myself up.

Different from the desperate hatred, the ghosts in the Abyss of Greed are just like the Chinese New Year. The white mist pulls all the patients and souls injured by the hatred into the abyss, and let the ghosts belonging to Song Ying devour them crazily.

In order to leave after Han Fei reacted, the hatred finally had to call out Xunfu again. That large-scale resentment opened up the first way out for Song Ying, and completely awakened Han Fei in the main building.

"Leave the sacrifice! Don't look back!"

The bereaved man's screams echoed in my ears, and Song Ying rushed to the end of the blood line in time. I smashed the window behind me and jumped down from a high place.

The sky full of glass shards scratched the skin and split the night, hatred seemed to break the mirror, and it seemed that it could not swim out of the deep water.

The **** paper figurine supported Hate's body, I turned my head and restrained the mad torturer back, and sprinted away from the mental hospital at the slowest speed.

The temperature has not returned to normal, and the feeling of icy cold is lingering in my heart, and I ran a full hundred meters with hatred before I dared to check the situation in front of me.

The mental hospital, which was originally dead and silent, is now crowded with people. There are figures standing in front of the white windows, and the doors of all the wards in the main building are shaking, as if a large number of patients are hammering the wards, wanting to come out.

"Those ghosts can't be killed, there are too many! How could the world become like that?" Seeing that scene, Hate didn't know how people would change that city, just a white building was enough to kill the school stronghold all the living.

He ran a few hundred meters in one breath, and waited until his body temperature returned to normal in hatred, carefully found an abandoned house and hid in it.

"The god's pollution index has dropped too slowly, and it can't be completely offset by healing the personality." Hate held a big bottle and sat next to the blood-colored paper figurine and the bereaved man. When he was running for his life, the paper figurine had been carrying the bereaved man on his back: " How did the ghost blood come about? Why do ghost blood and resentment exist without ghosts?"

Hatefully suspicious...

· He pursed his lips.

"Everyone's definition of ghost blood is different. From your point of view, the purest obsession of ghosts is the only pure memory left in the ghost's clear and filthy soul." Have you ever heard your voice sound cold and impersonal?

Hate held the big bottle and nodded, looked at the mourning man for a while, and then returned to the original position without any embarrassment.

"Attention, player number 0000! The ghost imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed, the disease core, has successfully transformed into a medium-sized resentment!"

"New normal ability—psychological pollution: it can create a source of divine pollution, infect living people who have never been in contact with the source of pollution, and destroy the will of a group."

Before eating a large number of patients, the core of the disease was successfully broken through, and its growth rate far exceeded the expectations of hatred. That world seemed to have a lot of restrictions on ghosts, and the breakthrough of ghosts under Han Fei was very timely. Devouring other ghosts, offering sacrifices, and merging with the same kind can all be weakened slowly.

"When you fill the abyss of greed with large-scale resentment, you should be equivalent to a white building, right?" The personality cleanses itself of the **** pollution in its mind.

In that future where the deep world merges with reality, hatred doesn’t feel like a fish in water. I don’t seem to be born to deal with the most colorful future.

In an era of stability and peace, Song Ying can only become an actor, but in such an era of collapse and chaos, my ambition cannot be magnified until I look up to the gods.

God's pollution index dropped rapidly, and Song Ying felt a little better. I looked around.

The **** paper figurine was nibbling away at the curse under the mourning man, the big bell was sitting on the ground alone, silent, and the sick man in the melon cap was also rarely quiet.

"Finally it's over." Song Ying patted the patient's shoulder, but who knew that the patient fell down directly, and I seemed to have fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

"It's broken!" Hatred quickly picked him up: "He can't die! Next time he enters the White House, he needs his blood to lead the way. If he dies, the blood will not be fresh!"

Finding a big cart, Song Ying sent the female patient and Bell to Yinshang.

The Ankang pharmacy didn't have all kinds of medicines and couldn't treat our injuries. What's more, Song Ying knew that the school had no connection with Bailou, so it was too late to take the patient back.

Using a villain's soul as a bargaining chip, Yin Shang promised to take care of the female patient and Da Lingdang temporarily. In fact, Yin Shang was also very greedy for those two patients with no ordinary personality. We are all inferior sacrifices.

Before finishing everything, Hate, with the active cooperation of Sang Nan, also brought him into the Abyss of Greed, and brought you back to the school stronghold.

After a busy night, I was exhausted with hatred, so I sneaked into the cafeteria and ate meat crazily. For me, eating meat is a double relaxation of the gods and the flesh.

"The eighth day..."

There was no more light in the sky, and Song Ying walked out of the faculty dormitory as if her condition had worsened.

I leaned on the wall and coughed violently from time to time, as if my body was about to fall apart.

A quiet sound came from the main gate of the school, people gathered again, and our eyes were dominated by anger and fear.

People died again last night, and there are still a lot of them!

Those residents know who the murderer is, we can only vent our pressure on the school, because we have given everything to the school, but the school has not fulfilled its promise.

All kinds of rumors about the principal in the crowd became more and more outrageous, and the strong trust between the residents of the stronghold and the school was completely destroyed.

"The principal has lost popular support, and the status of the school has also been shaken. Is there anyone who will trust the teacher and the principal?" Hatred silently watched the angry people: "No one thinks that the principal is fine, and the principal must have been killed at that time , These many things can’t be planted under me.”

Many people in the management of the stronghold know the connection between the principal and Bailou, as well as the truth about Hanhu's assessment, but we have not disclosed it for our own benefit.

Now all the people who are killed are the management, and those decision makers have time to consider whether the principal is a suitable candidate before they are dominated by fear.

A large number of special people in the stronghold still contain the truth of the lake. We want to replace it with one that can bring everyone hope, and even regain this place.

leaders of these buildings.

The management wants to find another puppet who can make a deal with Bailou and can't guarantee his own danger.

The two sides reached an agreement very subtle, so there was no quarrel at the school gate. It was a demonstration and a temptation.

"The principal should be slow to find out who the murderer is, but tonight is not an assessment. If I were to kill these "excellent" sacrifices prepared for ghosts."

The headmaster probably wants to wait until the assessment to settle the matter, but these children should choose to make a final decision after the assessment. Today is not the first hurdle that Hate and these eighty children have to go through before entering the memory world of the shrine.

When entering the teaching building and pushing open the door of Class 1 with hatred, everyone was still seated.

When I saw that everyone had a long time, I breathed a long sigh of relief, that big detail was noticed by the monitor and No. 7

"Teacher, is he worried about you?" No. 7 squad leader helped "Healthy" hate to the chair.

"Anyway, they are all your students, and you will do your best to protect them." Song Ying was interrupted by a hot laugh when she was still talking. I looked up to the podium, and number seven was lying on the table, with death in his eyes Boiling, showing no signs of being overwhelmed: "Is what you said ridiculous?"

"Gao Cheng, when the catastrophe happened, his eyesight recovered unexpectedly. He was imprisoned in Xinhu Prison on suspicion of murder. Before the disaster broke out, there were no prisoners in the blood sacrifice prison; the survivors of a whole building were sacrificed to avoid ghosts. His personality is distorted, he is sinister and cunning, he is a despicable, shameless, crazy and terrible bastard." Number 7 recited Gao Cheng's information: "Teacher, you are going to live with a mask on, and you can see the horror in him. All the people he killed lie on his soul, and we have not gone far."

"I'm sure he can really see it. This should be Hanhu. Those who haven't been killed by you have no reason to die." Hate found that No. 7 was injured, and his mental state was not a bit unstable, so I decided to help that Kid: "He seemed to be overloading his personality last night?"

"You stayed in the dormitory last night and didn't go anywhere." No. 7 didn't answer at all.

"The assessment is coming to an end soon. You'd better be more honest. Since his child is unwilling to open up his heart, then you can take the initiative to walk into his heart." Hate stepped onto the podium, in front of the whole class, He held Number Seven's hand: "You are both a teacher and a doctor, and those two noble professions are not the interpretation of your life."

"You see, he looks more like a monster!" Number Seven wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Ying hadn't used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.

"Did they realize that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ had an extra partner? How could there be no healing power in the broken team?"

Rather than healing others, hatred is better at opening the hearts of patients weakly.

Number Seven's soul stands on countless tombstones, merging with death, the world in my eyes is just like my personality, fragmented, dirty and beautiful, full of self-destructive tendencies.

"How could they forget me?"

Starlight and Hope fell into the cemetery occupied by death. Song Ying didn't want to change No. 7. I just manipulated and healed personality, using the most gentle power to repair the wounds on No. 7's soul.

In the end, No. 7 was still calmly resisting, but soon, No. 7, who was originally the most hostile to Song Ying, looked at me differently.

From shock to doubt, and finally silence.

No. 7 saw all that, and I buttoned the first button of my collar, finally showing a smile on my face: "Now we are all here."