My Iyashikei Game

In the game "Perfect Life", theoretically any prop can be used as a weapon, but it was the first time that Iron Man saw someone charging with a spiritual altar.

Since Han Fei entered the residential building, the weird atmosphere has been getting worse, and the yin qi is like a shackle, making people unable to breathe.

At this time, the man in the shroud came over again, and with repeated and repeated provocations, Han Fei decided not to keep his hands.

He wants to find the laughing ghost as soon as possible, then complete the task and leave with the three players.

The man in the shroud stood with his back to Han Fei, fearless. He was different from the other people trapped in the mirror.

Every piece of paper money under his feet seemed to have a subtle connection with him, and he seemed to be the protagonist of the funeral on the fourth floor.

The loose shroud fluttered with the yin wind, and the man began to turn around slowly, and an extremely dangerous aura also emanated from his body.

Han Fei's skin was stinged by Yin Qi, and ghost lines appeared automatically.

He was fearless and, accompanied by several figures, crashed into the darkness!

All that was scattered in the sky was despair, Han Fei raised the spiritual altar and smashed it down!

"Snapped!"

The mirror surface burst in the air, and every fragment reflected Han Fei's face.

When the last piece of glass fell, shadows walked out from Han Fei.

"Why don't you let me out?" Li Zhan's slender body was bent at a ninety degree angle, his head was down, perpendicular to the ground, and he smiled at Tie Nan and Yantang.

Crying sounded, fingers fiddled with the heartstrings of the living, crying behind Han Fei's back, revealing half of his head.

The one-eyed firefly dragon silently stepped aside, blood bloomed, and a knife wrapped in human skin was directly nailed into the mirror at the end of the corridor.

One after another cracks fell like lightning, splitting everything in an instant.

"You can't run away."

The man in the shroud disappeared, leaving only a fragment of a mirror where he stood just now.

But looking back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, there were more men in shrouds in the huge mirror.

This ghost seems to be able to walk freely through the mirror. His special abilities fit perfectly with the mirror, and his speed is ridiculous. Han Fei has never seen his face.

"A mirror is still a mirror if it is broken. It must not leave a single piece. Maybe I can let it eat all those mirrors." Swallow the shards of mirrors stained with yin.

It is difficult for others to deal with ghosts in the mirror, but Han Fei is different. He has a little monster in his hand that cannot even be identified by the system. This thing can eat and digest everything.

"Eat slowly, there are many more in this building." The black shadow's belly seemed to be a bottomless pit, and after digesting the mirror fragments, its body swelled a bit.

"Yes, Brother Youfu, how did your family come out of the spiritual altar?" Tie Nan didn't pay attention when he was in the hotel, and now he sees the ghost so close that he is so scared that his soul will fly out.

"Why do I feel like you are scolding me?" Han Fei frowned slightly and pushed Tie Nan aside. He and his neighbors looked at the mirror at the end of the corridor.

The mirror is the largest mirror in the whole building. It seems that there is another world hidden in the mirror, and the things inside also have their own life and consciousness.

The two sides confronted each other, and their intersection was Aunt Li and Yantang.

The voice in Auntie's ear became louder and louder, and the owner of the voice seemed to have lost patience, so he didn't care about other things, and let his voice get into Auntie's mind directly.

The severe pain came, and memories that did not belong to him exploded in his mind. Ordinary people simply cannot bear such pain.

Aunt Li let out a scream and fell towards the mirror. When her head was about to hit the mirror, Yantang's hand and an arm in the mirror grabbed Aunt at the same time.

"Go!"

The mirror surface was like a pool of blood stained red, with blood oozing from every crack. The couple in Chinese wedding coats turned around completely. There seemed to be insects moving under their bald faces.

Then something even more terrifying happened. The smooth facial skin of the new couple turned outward, and scars bulged from under the skin, as if someone had used surgical thread to sew a crying expression on their faces.

Screams sounded, and the newlyweds threw themselves out of the mirror.

"What a strong resentment."

Resentful, they were killed at the happiest moment, and the happy event turned into a mourning.

Although there are no facial features on their faces, the scars sewn with needles and threads can show their mood at this time.

Sadness, pain, grief.

Negative emotions are like sticky threads, which not only infect the people around you, but also drag those people into the world in the mirror together.

Hysterical cries sounded at the end of the corridor, and strangely, there was also a cry beside Han Fei.

It was the cry of a child, there was no emotion in it, and it was completely dominated by despair.

He was born a desperate child, and his own father liked to hear his cries the most.

Ten fingers pierced the skin, and the first one rushed over crying.

The sticky negative emotions have become the weapons of the men and women in the mirror, and the paper money is flying everywhere, but all their attack methods cannot cause any substantial harm to crying.

Crying in the depths of despair, you can use all things of despair, as long as there is despair in the hearts of enemies, the knife that kills them has been buried in themselves.

in the heart.

The more desperate, the closer the knife tip will be to the heart.

When crying and fighting with his new wife, Li Zhan couldn't wait to walk to Yantang and Aunt Li.

"It's really good, I like the breath on your body very much, the young man is very promising, and this aunt also impresses me, as expected." Li Zhan's neck was almost bent to a hundred and eighty degrees, and he turned his head upside down and stared at him. With Yantang, even if Yantang was very daring, she was quite frightened at this time.

Li Zhan wanted to drag Auntie away from the mirror, but as soon as he pulled Auntie, Auntie Li screamed again, her seven orifices began to bleed, and her body became weaker and weaker.

Aunt Li's painful voice could be heard far away in the corridor, and the thing hidden in the dark finally couldn't sit still.

The sound of a mirror shattering came from the room on the fourth floor near the stairs, and then a large amount of plasma poured out of the door. The plasma seemed to have life, and after flowing out of the room, it slowly gathered into a blood-red weirdo.

His body is much taller than a normal person, and his face also has no facial features, but an angry expression was stitched up with surgical threads.

After the angry man appeared, brisk footsteps came from downstairs, and a child dragged a head and appeared at the entrance of the corridor on the fourth floor.

His face turned slowly, and a happy expression was sewn with needles and threads on his face without facial features.

The harsh laughter sounded, and the boy dragged the man's head and rushed towards Han Fei!

There seems to be infinite power hidden in the small body, with an afterimage behind it, and the speed is astonishing.

Huge eyes opened on the wall beside Han Fei, and the girl holding the fish tank raised her head. The straps that covered her eyes fell, revealing the deep hole.

The boy seemed to be bound by an invisible force, slowing down, and before he could react, a knife slashed directly across his neck.

Although the head was different, the expression on the boy's face stitched with surgical thread was still smiling, but under the smile, it was full of blood and pain.

"Yingyue's eyes are not for everyone. Sadness, anger, happiness, these emotions are all sewn into the faces of the residents in the building. I can understand why this place is called a mirror clinic. It is specially used for medical treatment. The disgraced monsters in the mirror make new cheeks."

"Snapped!"

The sound of the mirror shattering sounded one after another, and the movement was so loud that the whole street could hear the huge sound.

There were cluttered footsteps in the corridor, and the figures who were standing in the mirror came out. Their faces without facial features were all scratched with knives.

Split wounds serve as lips, scabbed scars become eyes, and thin surgical lines outline brows and nose.

The faces without facial features had a fixed expression. They wore all kinds of clothes, men, women and children, all of them crowded towards the fourth floor.

Han Fei is now very glad that he didn't do it directly in the clinic. If he destroyed the mirrors a lot at that time, he would probably lead these people out in advance.

In such a narrow environment, surrounded by so many ghosts, he may not be able to survive.

Going backwards, several people gathered together and protected Aunt Li in the middle.

The aunt who fell to the ground now has a splitting headache, her eyes are red and swollen, and her eyes are all bloodshot.

It seemed that she noticed that the aunt's breath was weak and could no longer stand the toss. The voice in her mind that had been calling her finally stopped.

This small detail caught Han Fei's attention. The owner of the mirror clinic seemed to have no intention of hurting Aunt Li from the very beginning, but just kept calling her.

Han Fei also asked Aunt Li before, and Aunt Li then replied, saying that the voice made Auntie stay away from Han Fei as soon as possible.

Maybe that voice thought Han Fei was dangerous, so he wanted to protect her in his own way.

"Since you all think of me as a bad person, then I'll let you see it once." Han Fei's eyes showed a bit of evil, and his smile began to twist and hide, as if the dark side hidden deep in his heart was activated.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the other two players, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and pulled her up from the ground.

He took out the rebirth knife, and the dazzling light of the knife illuminated the dark corridor, and then Han Fei put the rebirth knife on Aunt Li's shoulder.

Aunt's face was covered in blood. She was trying to digest the extra memory in her mind. She was so weak that she couldn't resist at all.

"Your wife is here. If you don't want her to die, you'd better come out by yourself."

With a cold tone, perverted smile, and vicious eyes, Han Fei seemed to have completely changed.

He grabbed Aunt Li's neck with one hand, sinking his fingers into her flesh.

Aunt Li, whose face was covered in blood, seemed to be unable to breathe, and her hands and feet began to struggle subconsciously.

After touching the player, Han Fei could clearly see the opponent's real-time attributes, and at this time he was staring at the aunt's health.

"You walked away like a tortoise, throwing all your difficulties and despair on her. Did you know that she has been looking for you for twenty years?"

With the talent of the throat held by the devil, coupled with the active ability of Yan Ling, every word Han Fei said now contains special power.

"You're dead, are you going to kill her now? Do you want your child to be orphaned?"

"Like those orphans you've seen before, who can't even choose their own life, and are forced to accept the fate of others' charity, from the brain to the soul, they are all filled with despair!"

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Suppressed and angry, the veins on the back of his hands burst out, and Han Fei's hand that grabbed the aunt's neck seemed to be slowly exerting force.

"She spent her life looking for you, and now that she finally came to you, are you willing to watch her die?"

Han Fei heard an abnormal noise from downstairs, and something was slowly approaching.

"It seems that you really don't care about her. Even if she dies in front of you, you are indifferent."

The blade of the blade was raised, and the dazzling blade light reflected Han Fei's cold eyes.

He listened to the sound of the slow movement downstairs, and his mouth burst into hysterical laughter.

The Butcher Knife of Rebirth will become extremely sharp when facing enemies whose hands are stained with blood, but it cannot kill those who are truly kind.

This is the characteristic of the rebirth knife, but even so, Han Fei did not dare to gamble casually.

His knife was not at the aunt's neck at all, but at the hand that was grabbing the aunt's neck.

In this way, even if it is too late to close the knife, it will not accidentally hurt the aunt.

Everything was under Han Fei's calculation, and he didn't keep the knife at all.

The master-level acting skills were vividly displayed by Han Fei. When the blade was about to cut Han Fei's own hand, the sound of a mirror bursting suddenly sounded in the corridor around the corner, and a doctor in a white coat rushed towards Han Fei like crazy.

This doctor, Han Fei, was seen downstairs. He was standing in the mirror in the consultation room, but no matter how the aunt shouted, the other party did not turn around. He seemed to have something to hide.

At this time, when the doctor rushed over, everyone present also saw the doctor's face.

The facial features on the angular face were all taken away, leaving only wounds that were stitched up.

The rebirth knife stopped an inch away from the back of his hand, and Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

If this doctor runs more slowly, he may really cut his own hand.

Han Fei hadn't tried what would happen if he chopped himself with the death knife. Although he was the owner of the death knife, he was also a butcher with blood on his hands after all.

Released his hand, Han Fei patted Aunt Li's shoulder lightly.

Aunt Li clutched her neck and opened her eyes weakly. She saw the doctor in front of her, and the person she had been looking for for 20 years just appeared in front of her. Everything had a particularly unreal feeling.

Twenty years have passed, and Aunt Li has long lost her youthful face. Time has taken everything away from her, but the doctor in front of her seems to be the same as it was twenty years ago.

Looking at the disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands. She could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.

Without the obstruction of a mirror, even if twenty years have passed, she can still recognize each other at a glance.

"Where have you been all these years?"

Aunt Li walked towards the ghost in the deep world, and the resentment that made ordinary people extremely fearful was the concern she had been unwilling to let go of.

The doctor with yin all over his body stood in the middle of the corridor. He didn't dare to lower his head, as if he was afraid that his disfigured face would scare his wife.

Seeing Aunt Li walking towards him, the ghost exuding a large resentment actually took a few steps back.

"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn't tell me anything, and I didn't even know how to tell the child." Aunt Li's face was mixed with blood and tears, and she was extremely uncomfortable: "I Started to lie to my son that you were far away, and later said that you went abroad, and he kept yelling for you... I hit him for the first time when I was nine because he said you were an irresponsible father and the worst Father, he said you were dead!"

Aunt Li, whose spirit had reached the limit, walked towards the doctor.

Listening to her words, the doctor who kept retreating stopped.

The couple standing face to face twenty years ago, Aunt Li slowly grabbed the doctor's white coat and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again.

The corridor was extremely quiet, and Tie Nan and Yantang seemed to remember something that had happened to them.

"Why should you be afraid of ghosts? How much she wants to see him, maybe a world with ghosts is not bad." Yantang seemed to have thought of something, and he slowly lowered his head: "Unfortunately this is just a game, fantasy Such a world becomes a reality, I am afraid it will always be just a pipe dream."

Aunt Li's spirit has reached the limit now. She is old and has been in the game for almost two days. Now she sees her husband who has been missing for many years. Her mood is violent, her heart is beating fast, and her face is frighteningly pale.

"Big sister, if you get too close to him, you will die." As long as a living person is close to a large grudge, it will be hurt by grudges, even if the doctor tries his best to control it: "If you die here, I'm afraid you will never be able to see him again, And the only chance to save him will be lost."

As soon as Han Fei said these words, Aunt Li's hand holding the white coat slowly loosened.

"Your wife has suffered so much to find you, she will appear here, you should know what it means, right?" Han Fei stared at the doctor's disfigured face: "You come with us, go to another place. A turf of hatred, so you can be together forever and you can be redeemed."

The needle and thread on the doctor's face trembled slightly, and he seemed to try his best to make an expression, but the result of doing so was that the wound on his face was still bleeding.

After hesitating for a long time, the doctor shook his head, and at the same time, the weird people in the building walked out from every corner.

They were all faceless, with the occasional expression stitched up by surgical stitches on their bare faces.

those ghosts

Some are very strong, and they all seem to obey the doctor's orders.

Reaching out and touching the blood from the wound, the doctor squatted in front of Aunt Li and wrote the word "Atonement" on his white coat.

"Atonement? Did you really kill? You attended those killing parties?" Aunt Li recalled the cruel scenes she saw in the hotel.

The doctor shook his head and he wrote a few more words - because of a woman I ruined her face.

The doctor couldn't explain some complicated things clearly. He took out the thick medical records from under the white coat.

Everyone in the building has their own medical record with the reason they lost their cheek, including the doctor's.

Aunt Li took the medical record, and when she checked it, Han Fei also walked over quietly.

The doctor's real name is Yan Mo. Because he ruined a woman's face, he was punished here to make a more perfect face for a woman.

He can use the faces of the patients in the clinic at will, as long as he can make a more beautiful face.

Before he can make a suitable face for a woman, his soul will be bound by the woman's lifeline, and his own face will be locked in the plastic surgery hospital.

"The life rope is not a problem. I can cut it off for you. I can also fake the illusion that you are dead, as long as you are willing to come with us." Han Fei needs someone who knows the plastic surgery hospital, not to mention that the doctor seems to be still It has a very special ability and can manipulate some patients without faces.

The doctor shook his head again. He had been standing facing Aunt Li. If he still had an expression, I believe he must be full of guilt.

"If you're worried about these patients, you don't have to. We'll just take them away together." Han Fei looked at the faceless weirdos, not only was he not afraid, but there was even a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Why do plastic surgery hospitals need so many faces? Just to make the most perfect face?

Han Fei is also a little confused. There are three haters in the plastic surgery hospital. The three of them have the same abilities and talents. Depriving ghosts of faces should be the ability of faceless women. One of the talents.

So far, among the three haters, Han Fei has yet to figure out the talent of one.

Hearing that Han Fei said that he could take all the patients away, Dr. Yan seemed a little moved.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible. Your wife's condition is very poor. If she doesn't leave in time, she is likely to die in the clinic." Han Fei spoke very bluntly, and there was no need to beat around the bush now.

The patients with no faces were surrounded by them. The couple in the mirror and the man in the shroud all came out. They all had traces of the doctor's stitching on their faces.

After thinking for a long time, the doctor wrote a sentence in blood - those who enter the clinic cannot leave unless you can break the mirror.

The doctor gently pushed Aunt Li away. He came to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the ground, and completely shattered the huge mirror on the wall.

There is a door hidden behind the mirror, and the door is painted with all kinds of beautiful faces.

The doctor picked up the fragments of the mirror and cut his body. He mixed the yin and black blood and spread it evenly on each face.

Anyone who drank his blood slowly opened their eyes, and after all the faces could see him clearly, the door was opened.

The sweet laughter sounded in everyone's ears, and the doctor wrote again in blood - the smiley face I made for her is in it, and no one can walk out of the clinic alive without destroying her.