My Healing Game

Latest URL: Han Fei has not yet met the conditions to quit the game. No matter what happens in reality, he has no way to leave.

Although he was a little uneasy, he still decided to continue exploring. If the reality and the deep world cannot be balanced, then he would choose to stay in the deep world, because there are too many things that cannot be parted from here.

"The items left by the dancer are placed in the safe house on the upper fifty floors, why don't we take them out first." Mr. Mo held the radio that was about to break: "The dancer said that the items in the safe room Maybe help us get out of the building."

"Do you know which floor it is on?"

"The radio can still be used once..." Mr. Mo made up his mind: "I have a very bad feeling now. My whole body seems to be immersed in an invisible sea. There is a force dragging my body and making me sink continuously. .So I want to finish the last thing the dancer gave me while I was still sober."

Mr. Mo was also affected by the indescribable influence. Everyone didn't see it at all. They just set foot on the upper fifty floors where it was located and were crushed on the spiritual level. This is the real indescribable strength.

"Alright." Due to the unspeakable pressure, everyone was going to determine the location of the dancer's room first.

Han Fei found an empty room and asked Da Nie to guard the door, while the rest guarded the passage.

The radio that was about to break was placed in front of Da Nie. Mr. Mo took off his coat and put it under the radio. A black flame instantly ignited: "Now, let it infuse soul poison and obsession!"

There were screams on the radio, and the edges began to crumble.

The soul poison fell, and the screams in the radio became louder and louder. When the casing of the radio was completely broken, everyone saw a cursed ear and half a disfigured face.

It was still bleeding, as if it had just been cut.

"Is this what the radio really looks like? The dancer holding his severed ear every day? What is he listening to?"

"That was a gift from his best friend! Quickly ask where the safe house is!" Mr. Mo's body was burning along with his clothes, and he himself seemed to be a book full of dead words.

"We have reached the upper fifty floors. Where is the room you used to live in?" Han Fei shouted into that ear.

The disfigured half of the face trembled in the black fire and soul poison, and the dancer's voice came from the torn mouth.

"I live on the 80th floor, and the first safe house is on the 50th floor. It was the taboo on that floor that helped me. Don't disturb anyone, and secretly find a cemetery full of tombstones! Remember! Be careful Mirrors! The mirrors in the building are not clean!"

The dancer wanted to convey more information, but that half of the face seemed to have suddenly seen something very terrifying, and it actively melted in the black fire, turning into a pool of corpses.

"The dancer was able to escape from the skyscraper because there was a taboo to help secretly. I am a little curious about the identity of the other party."

"Don't be curious about others, let's take care of ourselves." The frightened boy next to Ji Zheng seemed to lose control again. Ji Zheng hugged his head, but it didn't work. There was something invisible to the naked eye that was constantly stimulating looking at the child.

"What do you think the power of the gods will be?" Han Fei realized that he was getting lost. This is an irreversible process. He himself knew that this was in the deep world, but everything around him was slowly moving closer to reality. Maybe At some point, he'll be immersed in it and never be able to leave.

When facing the statue before, Han Fei remembered very clearly that just a statue could block all his abilities and trap him in a special field.

"The biggest difference between unspeakable and ordinary hatred is that the area they are in belongs only to themselves." After Mr. Mo burned his coat, he became much weaker: "If you compare this world to a super giant first-generation ghost If so, we are all souls living in this ghost, and we need to live according to the rules of the first generation of ghosts. But it cannot be said that they have got rid of the restrictions of the rules, and they can be regarded as new ghosts.”

Hearing what Mr. Mo said, Han Fei suddenly remembered what he had heard about the division of ghost strength when he was in the happy community.

Regret, resentment, hatred, they are not called ghosts, but some kind of emotion is constantly fermenting.

"You two better not talk nonsense, and say this on the unspeakable ground, are you looking for death?" Ji Zheng kicked the ashes on the ground, and walked forward with the frightened boy in his arms: "Since we know that the safe house is here If you don't, don't blot the ink, this kid is about to lose it."

Even if he degenerates into a night policeman, the soft part of Ji Zheng's heart remains unchanged. He is not the best reporter, but it is undeniable that he was the most popular reporter.

"If you're looking for a cemetery, I can help." Li Rou cut her wrist and clenched the blood flowing from her veins. As a half-monster, she could sense the location of the large cemeteries nearby: "The ones on this floor There are very few burial houses, concentrated in the north."

Han Fei and the others were walking south at first, and didn't encounter anything unusual, but when they started walking north of the floor, various strange things happened.

The paper figurines who were staying at home hid behind the door and peeked at Han Fei through the crack of the door. They seemed to come alive the moment Han Fei made a decision, pointing at Han Fei.

Knowing that those were paper figures, Han Fei still had an illusion, as if he had returned to reality one day and was treated as a different kind by everyone.

"Verbal violence is horrible, luckily I'm used to it."

In Han Fei's mind, the 51st floor is like a place where children play house. Maybe the gods just built this place as a toy of their own. When he wants to experience certain emotions, he will come here and put Paper figurines are family and friends.

Passing through two long corridors, Li Rou was about to move forward when a ball suddenly rolled out of the door.

The anti-theft door was opened, and a chubby kid with a ruddy face ran out, he picked up the ball embarrassedly: "I'm sorry..."

Before he could finish apologizing, the little fat boy saw the ferocious evil, he stood there stupidly, his trousers got wet a lot.

"Why are there children on the floor of the paper man?"

"Don't be careless!" Ji Zheng took out his camera to take a picture, the figure of the little fat man was pierced by two fate ropes of completely different colors, one was as black as ink, and the other was as red as blood: "This child seems to be totalitarian!"

At the same time as Ji Zheng's reminder sounded, there was also the scream of the little fat man. He sat on the ground in fright, shouting father and mother.

The very imposing anti-theft door was completely pushed open, and two monsters made of paper crawled out of it.

The mother is like a centipede, with a hundred tiny claws, her body is crawling, she is constantly insulting and cursing a person.

Dad has one leg, but his body is as strong as a monster. Every time he jumps, a lot of black paper will fall from his body.

"This child seems to be a childhood playmate of the gods. As one of the friends of the gods, the **** killed his parents and turned him into a person like himself." Ji Zheng seems to have heard the story of this little fat boy. : "The paper figurines on the 51st floor seem to be rushing this way, don't waste time with him, it's meaningless."

Han Fei nodded, and he signaled everyone to follow Da Nie closely: "Rush over! Find the graveyard first!"

The wound on Da Nie's head had healed, and everyone ignored the little fat man and rushed northward with all their strength.

The neglected fat man cried even louder on the spot, and paper figurines walked out of the room one by one. They looked at the direction Han Fei left, and their faces gradually began to change.

Some facial features gradually became similar to Ji Zheng, and some looked more and more like Mr. Mo, but more paper figurines began to have the same face as Han Fei.

Tears dripped down his cheeks, and the little chubby boy slowly raised his drooping head. His face was covered with tears, but the corners of his mouth were torn to the sides, revealing his jagged teeth.

"Mom, Dad, I don't want a birthday present, I want you to kill him for me."

The paper-made mother scolded the boy, and the one-legged father didn't move. The two monster-like family members hoped that the boy would change his mind, but the boy who looked the most normal had a hideous face: "My best friend said, You will definitely satisfy me!"

He took out a very ordinary-looking card from his pocket, the pattern on it was the king of clubs.

"Kill him! Just like you drove over and killed that passer-by! Kill him!"

The little fat man's emotions became more and more agitated. He twisted the club, covered his brain, and kept ordering his parents.

His brain seems to have been broken, it seems that only in this way can he become a friend of the gods.

One by one, the unspeakable secrets were told by the little fat man~www.readwn.com~ The paper man's parents lost their minds, they turned around and wanted to chase Han Fei, but at this moment, an extremely discordant sound sounded from the 51st floor. footsteps.

Wherever the footsteps passed, all the paper figurines that had turned into Han Fei's face were mercilessly torn apart, and a mad woman chased after them.

The black fire of hatred was spreading, the little fat man's body trembled slightly, and he really felt the fear.

The expression on his face began to twist. He sat on the ground and shouted his best friend's name: "Happy! I've done what you said! Help me! Help me!"

The best friend didn't show up, but the parents who had already turned into monsters went back and stood beside the little fat boy.

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