My Healing Game

The latest website: Han Fei wanted to send the survivors on the fifteenth floor to the sixth floor, but he found it very difficult after he actually tried.

Going down the corridor is a life gamble. If he is alone, it will be fine, so many people going in together will definitely attract taboos.

Taking the elevator needs to be divided into different batches, and taking the elevator repeatedly is also a very risky thing.

The most important thing is that the elevator card is still with the collector. Han Fei ran very fast last night and didn't pay attention to whether the collector was killed by the blood shadow.

Han Fei told the others about his thoughts. Fortunately, Di Zun saw the collector last night, and the kid helped the collector away a mad ghost out of kindness.

Under Dirty's leadership, Han Fei and others came to the central area of ​​the 15th floor. The smell here has reached the point where the living people can't bear it. Once the closed door is opened, the garbage piled up inside will pour out directly. come out.

"The other floors really treat your place like a trash can."

"No way, once the floor is weakened or a disaster occurs, it will be easily abandoned." Zhang Xiaowei clenched his hands: "Weakness is the original sin."

After breaking open two doors, Han Fei found the collector, but unfortunately the other party had turned into a corpse.

His legs were cut off, his neck was bitten off by something, and his hands were tightly grasping his head.

This **** who liked to collect other people's skulls ended up worrying about his own head being stolen.

Taking away the collector's elevator card, Han Fei planned to go back to the sixth floor to explore the way first, to see if Ji Zheng had controlled the disaster ghost, and he would come back to pick up people after he was sure that the sixth floor was safe.

Victims abandoned by the gods are the only kindness left in the skyscraper. They are the most pitiful group of people in the building. The reason why the gods let them live in the building is to see the goodwill be tortured endlessly. He likes to make those people Beautiful things are defiled and torn to shreds again and again, and he will not be satisfied until good intentions degenerate into malice.

These people are the toys of the gods, but they are good helpers for Han Fei. He has enough food and water. As long as he is given enough time, he may really be able to shake the residents' belief in the "gods".

Taking the elevator back to the sixth floor, Han Fei found that this floor was different from when he left. Broken red raincoats could be seen everywhere on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood had covered up the smell of blood smoke.

"The believers of the gods are on this floor?"

The last thing Han Fei wanted to meet in the skyscraper was believers, those residents wearing red and black raincoats. Although they had a human appearance, they no longer had humanity, and were completely puppets dominated by the gods.

"How many messengers are dead?"

Han Fei entered the red alley, and in just one night, the sixth floor was already littered with dead bodies.

At the beginning, Han Fei would count the corpses, but later he simply released the ghost cat and ran wildly after it.

Ten minutes later, Han Fei walked out of the complicated corridor and entered the high-risk area where the disaster ghost once hid.

Contrary to Han Fei's imagination, the most dangerous place on the sixth floor was the place with the fewest believers' corpses.

Taking out the **** paper figurine, Han Fei used the cursed object to feel the position of Fat Dog, the owner of the gambling shop. He forced the other party to eat the pig's heart made by Xu Qin. The paper figurine soon felt the curse of the same origin.

Digging through the debris blocking the road, Han Fei stopped in front of a bookshelf. He pushed the tattered bookshelf away, and behind him was a wall full of dead words.

Seeing those dead characters, Han Fei vaguely felt familiar. He had seen similar fonts in the middle-aged and elderly killer club in the Black Rain area.

"One club member's hobby is calligraphy."

Han Fei tried to figure out the clues hidden in these dead words, but soon he lost his patience, and directly touched the ghost pattern to call out the evil: "Hit me!"

Da Nie approached the wall very excitedly, the aura of disaster on it soared wildly, and the death characters on the wall began to fade and dissipate actively after sensing the existence of Da Nie.

The intact wall shattered in front of Han Fei, and Sister Hong's surprised voice came from behind the wall: "White tea!"

Han Fei was also taken aback when he heard the name, but he quickly realized: "What happened on the sixth floor?"

"It all started with your disappearance last night." Ji Zheng, covered in **** scratches, walked up to Han Fei: "There is a new taboo in the building, and according to this unlucky old man, that new taboo is related to you. "

Ji Zheng kicked the unconscious old man next to him, causing most of the plants on his back to wither.

"The old guy said that you might be backlashed by the taboo he summoned, and we also felt that you could not survive in the hands of the taboo, so we thought of hiding on the sixth floor first. But the old guy got a wrong idea, and he found a The raincoats worn by the believers were different from those worn by other believers, so they secretly attacked them, intending to take away the raincoats and leave the building as believers.”

Ji Zheng had a sneer on his face: "He is so naive. The reason why believers can leave is because their souls are the continuation of the body of false gods. Others will be discovered as long as they approach the door of the corridor."

"The night policeman is right, this old guy almost killed us." The fat dog was also injured all over his body: "The believers were looking for someone in the building, but now he has stabbed a hornet's nest, and all the believers gathered here. In the end, I had no choice but to release the disaster ghost.”

"The scourge on the sixth floor is outside?" Cold sweat broke out on Han Fei's forehead. It can be said that he was very lucky to get here safely.

"Believers can't be killed, and neither can disaster ghosts. When we were worried about having nowhere to hide, this uncle surnamed Mo saved us." Ji Zheng took a step back and invited a very bookish uncle out. , the other party was holding a broken radio in his hand.

"You should be familiar with this radio, right?" Uncle Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Han Fei: "The dancer asked me to come here to find out about you. Well, he gave me the radio, and everyone can communicate with the outside world through this divine radio.”

"Did the dancer and the gardener leave the black rain area safely?" Han Fei hoped that the two old people could spend the next days safely.

"They're going to the ancestral house. Only the dancers know that place. It seems to be related to the gods." Uncle Mo pointed to the top of his head without elaborating.

"Now is not the time to chat, more believers may come over soon, there are two options before us, stay and find the disaster ghost, I will try again to see if I can appease it, and then let it help Stop the believers; the second is to leave this floor quickly and never come back." Ji Zheng has many wounds on his body, which is very scary to look at, but he seems to be used to the pain.

"We split up into two groups. The others went to the fifteenth floor first. The cemetery on that floor was cleaned up. Ji Zheng and I stayed to look for the disaster ghost, trying to communicate with it and calm its emotions." Han After making arrangements, he urged everyone to leave immediately.

"Are you sure you want to follow me to find the disaster ghost?" Ji Zheng pointed to his **** body: "If you are not careful, you will become like me."

"It's okay." Han Fei put the **** paper figurine in his heart, and let Xu Qin's little pet hide in his clothes: "The disaster ghost seems invisible to ordinary people, how did you find it?"

"Rely on this." Ji Zheng raised his camera: "My old buddy was able to capture fate, and I followed the rope of fate to find it."

"Can you take a picture of fate? Then can you give me one?" Han Fei was a little curious about his own destiny.

"I took it the first time I saw you, and it turned out..." Ji Zheng took out a photo from his pocket, and it was pitch black with no light at all: "Even the most evil night policeman, in his fate There will be a little shimmer, and you are basically equivalent to the abyss."

"Then is this good? Or is it bad?" Han Fei always felt that he was lucky.

"How should I say it?" Ji Zheng didn't expect Han Fei to ask such a "sharp" question: "The life of that big bug you raised is much better than yours."

Neither of the two spoke again, and they started wandering the corridor with their cameras in hand.

A full half an hour passed before Ji Zheng, who was leading the way, stopped. Looking at the empty corridor, he suddenly opened his arms, let go of all his defenses, and moved forward little by little.

"Don't be afraid, take it easy, just like when I played with you before." Ji Zhenggang said this, one of his fingers was broken by an invisible force, and the sound of bones turning felt painful .

Han Fei immediately became nervous, but Ji Zheng seemed to be fine, opened his arms and continued to move forward.

"Stinky boy, it's me! See clearly, who protected you from being bullied before? Who saved you from that cannibalistic family? Don't be immersed in fear, think carefully about what I gave you back then. What I said!"

The corridor was still dark, and the only response to Ji Zheng was the sound of bones being snapped.

"I know you don't have the heart to kill me, so you don't want me to come close, right?" Ji Zheng's five fingers have been broken, but there is a smile on his face. This is the first time Han Fei has seen he laughs.

"When other people pass by, you will directly smash them into pieces. Only when you treat me, you will become gentle."

"Don't deny it, you carefully controlled yourself and broke off my fingers one by one, just to let me retreat in spite of difficulties, but how could I live up to your kindness?"

Ji Zheng's voice was heard far away in the corridor. Han Fei looked at Ji Zheng's scarred body, and he felt that Ji Zheng and the disaster ghost were gentle people just like himself.

His clothes were torn, and Ji Zheng's chest was splattered with blood, but this time he seemed determined to go there.

In fact, Ji Zheng knew very well that if he gave up on the disaster ghost this time and left him alone on the sixth floor, then more believers would come over after a while, and they might hold some special rituals to really hurt the disaster ghost. ghost.

"Well, I admit that when I first met you, I was not very friendly to you. I always asked you to buy me wine, cheat your money, and steal your food, but I really treat you as the only family member , because when I left my child, he was your age."

"I'm a depraved night policeman. That mission was supposed to kill you, but for some reason, I just couldn't do it."

"In this chaotic and filthy place, you gave me a reason to live again."

"I don't know how you see me, but I hope you can understand that I have always regarded you as my own child."

"Overcome the fear in your heart! Don't panic and be afraid anymore! I will protect you like last time!"

When Ji Zheng finished speaking these words, his chest and abdomen were **** and bloody, but he insisted on not retreating and walked to the end of the corridor.

Weak cries sounded, and a thin little boy appeared in the darkness. He was wearing the clothes of the orphanage, and the serial number on his body could not be seen clearly.

"Hold my hand, this time we are going to move to a new home." Ji Zheng didn't seem to know what fear was at all, he decisively stretched out his hand that was about to be disabled, but just when his hand was about to touch When he was a little boy, a huge crying ghost suddenly appeared from behind the boy.

"Da Nie!" Han Fei hurriedly called out to Da Nie, but he was very surprised by what happened next.

The crying scourge was about to gnaw off Ji Zheng's head, and Ji Zheng still didn't dodge, and the attack of the scourge finally stopped before it touched Ji Zheng.

The boy stopped crying, he took Ji Zheng's hand.

"The catastrophe is formed by the child's fear, and whenever he falls into panic, the catastrophe will appear." Ji Zheng squeezed the boy's face with his distorted fingers: "You are cruel enough~www.readwn. com~ It hurts me to death.”

Talking about pain in his mouth, but with a smile on his face, Ji Zheng will only show another side of himself when he is next to this child.

"You are seriously injured, let me help you deal with it first."

Han Fei took out various things from the inventory, but Ji Zheng waved his hand. He casually pointed to the charges on himself: "As long as there are these crimes, I will not die easily. Don't worry. The most urgent thing now is to leave Here, those fanatical believers may come over at any time."

"That's fine." Han Fei waited for the little boy to calm down completely, then reached out and touched him lightly.

"Attention player number 0000! You have found a lost child in the Scarlet Orphanage!"

"Fear the disaster ghost: This child is not simply a toy of the gods, there are certain secrets hidden in him."

"Attention! Disasters and taboos are the most hated things by gods! Some of them are even comparable to hatred!"