My Iyashikei Game

Alone in the center of the stage, Han Fei was both an actor and an audience.

The young man who wants to commit suicide, the landlord who tries his best to dissuade him, and the parrot who can only repeat and imitate. The three characters converge on one person, but they don't look blunt.

The reason for living is more like Han Fei's inner monologue.

One side is hope, the other side is despair, they are arguing every day, repeating the cycle constantly.

Han Fei memorized all the lines of the three people by heart, and he switched between different roles.

"I want to live, but I can't find a reason to live."

"Obviously I was so unwilling to die, but when I came back to my senses, I had already reached the edge of the building."

"I am very poor, but the greatest poverty is not that I can't afford instant noodles and ham sausage, nor is it any material needs, but that I have no care and companionship, and have never received love.

"At least they still have someone who loves them, at least they still have a shelter from the wind and rain, at least their love can be reciprocated, at least they once had the warmth of a home... and I have nothing."

"Parrot, parrot, tell me why you are alive?"

"Parrot, parrot, don't imitate other people's happiness, no matter how good you imitate, it's not your life.

"Perhaps, I will always be a background board without the aura of the protagonist."

"I was alone, I was forgotten alone, and I was going to die alone.

All kinds of negative emotions flooded into his mind, and Han Fei's life was at the first turning point.

He and his roommate brother have been through all the setbacks, and even after his best partners left one after another, he still persisted.

Compared with others, he doesn't even have a corner where he can pretend to be strong. There is no relative in the world, and he seems destined to be accompanied by loneliness and despair from birth.

His voice gradually became lower and lower. There was nothing worth remembering in this world for him. He desperately wanted to make others laugh, but the people around him didn't even have the desire to look at him.

The shackles of fate became heavier and heavier, he couldn't breathe, and his heart was terrified.

The one-act scene in the theater was coming to an end. The young man who attempted suicide for the eleventh time picked up a prop sharp knife. Although it was just a prop, the sharp point of the knife could still easily pierce the neck.

The world in his eyes seemed to turn into a thick fog, covering his eyes and ears. Han Fei raised the prop knife high and pointed it at his throat.

The landlord's makeup, which represents hope, has been drenched with sweat, and the parrot stopped talking nonsense. The three characters slowly merged together, and the only thing left to Han Fei was the young man.

The despair of the whole city quietly converged on Han Fei. He held a knife in both hands, and he was in the play, and his life was played out in the play.

The desperate young man was Han Fei, and the knife in his hand seemed to be the same knife as before.

With the blade pressed down, no one knew about Han Fei's past, and no one cared about that past.

In fact, Han Fei didn't know what real despair was. For him, despair was just being able to pierce his throat without hesitation, or pull the trigger without any hesitation.

The tip of the knife fell, and suddenly laughter and applause came from the silent theater.

This was something Han Fei rarely heard. His hand holding the knife trembled, and he turned to look at the auditorium.

In the middle of the empty auditorium, the only spectator was sitting. He hugged his stomach and pointed at Han Fei, as if he had seen the funniest performance in the world. He laughed so happily and hysterically!

The audience looked exactly the same as Han Fei on the stage, the only difference was that one was pushed onto the stage, and the other fell into madness.

When he saw the person who was exactly like himself, the mist covering Han Fei's eyes and ears instantly dissipated, and he seemed to remember something.

A bunch of alienated monsters scrambled to escape from his mind, and all the slow movements disappeared with laughter.

The past experience is like a smashed mirror, with countless cracks.

The prop knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Han Fei looked at himself laughing wildly in the audience, he was playing ugly

His makeup turned into hideous ghost patterns, and the despair gathered around him was swallowed.

"Thank you. Without you, I might be alone forever." What Han Fei wanted to say was also what Mang Xiao wanted to say.

Han Fei on the stage and Kuang Xiao in the audience got up at the same time and walked towards each other.

Han Fei smiled wildly and stretched out his hand, and the two souls with healing personalities supported each other.

All the memories returned like a tide, the gray city collapsed from the outside to the inside, the eighth floor nightmare told the story of a comedian, it was Han Fei's own past.

Meng weaves nightmares with stolen memories, trying to trap Han Fei who breaks the rules, but he underestimates Han Fei and Kuangxiao.

The city was shattered, and everyone Han Fei had seen turned into nightmares and rushed towards him, but neither Han Fei nor Kuan Xiao did not dodge.

Hysterical laughter melted into Han Fei's body, and all the ghost lines on his body turned blood red again. A huge ax condensed from countless sins slashed at those nightmares, and the black fire of hatred burned everything.

In fact, this nightmare should be very long, because Han Fei's past was a period of despair with no end in sight. But Kuangxiao took the initiative to appear during Han Fei's performance. He wanted to make up for Han Fei's regret at the beginning. He appeared as the only audience and forcibly interfered with Han Fei's nightmare.

The screaming nightmare and the collapsing city were absorbed by the ghost pattern together. After swallowing the seventh and eighth layers of wild goose dreams in a row, the ghost pattern on Han Fei's body has undergone a qualitative change.

It can also be unaffected in the slightest.

It's a pity that the eighth layer of wild goose dream was used by Meng to target Han Fei, and it was woven from Han Fei's own memory. After clearing the wild goose dream, no black and white life fragments were obtained.

Han Fei once again used power beyond the limit of the nightmare, but the weird thing is that Meng didn't continue to target Han Fei this time. Meng, who is good at playing with human nature and extremely cunning, seems to want to secretly accumulate power to beat Han Fei in the later nightmare One was caught off guard.

"The main body of the dream should not be in the shallow world. The eleven shrines in the main city were built by believers in the dream. As long as the main body does not come, I will not be in too much danger."

In the deep world, the passages for ghosts to enter the shallow world and the passages to enter the real world are under the control of Han Fei. Meng can use various methods to infiltrate part of his power into the real and shallow worlds, but if he wants the body to descend, it will definitely cause trouble. Make a very big movement.

Han Fei led his neighbors into the shallow world through a fixed passage, and was constrained by the deep world along the way. Wuchang lost all his power, and Xingfu was forced to hide in the ghost pattern. If you go through the passage, the price you need to pay will be more!

The more powerful the ghost, the more difficult it is for the main body to leave the deep world. This is why after the happy main body leaves the deep world, even if his shrine is attacked, the dream will not let him come back. He wants to send an unspeakable main body into In reality, it may take years to prepare.

"These eleven shrines covering the main city are a trap for dreams, and they are also a way for Mangxiao and I to understand dreams, and they are also a good opportunity to weaken its strength.

The dream is to turn four million players into his own puppets and spread the seeds of evil, forcing Han Fei to open the door of the passage, but Han Fei also has his own plan. He is going to lead all players in the main city of the shallow world and Dream Consumption. smashed the shrine of the dream, and held the dream back.

The gray fog cleared, Han Fei opened his eyes, and he reappeared in the hospital in the main city. Now he has entered the corridor, getting closer and closer to the shrine on the top floor.

"Dreams can steal the player's memory through the succubi and weave corresponding nightmares. This information must be disclosed as soon as possible to prevent players from being caught off guard.

Without continuing to explore, Han Fei withdrew from the hospital.

The eighth-level nightmare was not too difficult for Han Fei, but in fact, this nightmare took a long time. Han Fei spent the night without knowing it. When he opened the door of the hospital, the sky outside was almost dawn up.

Rushing to the central square, Han Fei wrote down his customs clearance experience.

As soon as the strategy of Dream and Nightmare on the eighth floor came out, it immediately attracted countless players to watch.

Now all the guilds are stuck in the eighth floor nightmare, and Han Fei is the first to clear the eighth floor nightmare

players.

After leaving the analysis of the strategy, Han Fei entered the Nightmare Mission Hall in the central square and offered the highest price to recover the black and white fragments in the Nightmare.

Now players generally stay below the fifth floor, so the fragments are very rare, and it seems that only after completing the level perfectly and dissolving the nightmare master's obsession, can they get the fragments, so although Han Fei offered a high price, no one willing to sell.

"It seems that I still need to talk to those guild leaders. Those fragments are useless to them, but they can make some changes in my black box...

Han Fei was planning how to persuade other guilds, when the players in the building suddenly rushed towards the door, feeling that the expressions on everyone's faces were not so dull, and all of them were very excited.

"What happened?" Han Fei asked a random passerby.

"Don't you know? Look at the chat room! Huang Ying is online! The first player, Huang Ying, is coming to the city to save us!"

More and more players ran towards the main city gate. They were trapped in the game and could not go offline. They also had to face the test of death, and the mental pressure was very high.

The nightmare is endless. Under such circumstances, Huang Ying, the first player, actively logs into the game, which has special meaning for all players.

You must know that Huang Ying is a living legend in the game. As long as everyone who plays this game has heard of his legend, he has created miracles one after another. There seems to be nothing that Huang Ying cannot do!

The gate of the main city of "Perfect Life" was opened from the outside, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the gray fog.

Countless players waiting on both sides of the streets of the main city held their breath and looked towards the city gate.

The slowly rising sun sprinkled a golden road, and a person walked through the gate of the main city and entered the city resolutely.

Some people say that he is a murderous blood doctor, some say that he is a mysterious cheater, some say that he is a wealthy businessman, and some say that he is the undisputed number one player!

"Huang Ying!"

The extremely depressing city is boiling, and just because of the appearance of one person, everyone seems to be saved from desperation. This is the appeal and prestige of the first player.

A rescue team of hundreds of people followed behind Huang Ying. They knew that they would not be able to exit after entering the main city, but none of them retreated.

The city gate was closed, looking at the sea of ​​people, Huang Ying only said a few words and did one thing.

"We are just the first rescue team, and new rescuers will enter the main city every day." He opened the attribute panel, touched the leaderboard, and turned on all anonymous hiding.

After the update of "Perfect Life", there were no 21 lists in total, and soon some players discovered that the number one on the 18 lists was Huang Ying with the same name!

"I will do my best to take everyone away! Please rest assured, as long as there is one person left in the city, I will definitely guard

Here! I promise everyone! I will be the last player to leave "Perfect Life!"

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