My Iyashikei Game

The death curse stained on the red dress spread to the female anchor, who was still holding the woman in the red dress.

The gossip turned into a knife, stabbed from the scar on the woman's heart in the red dress. The female anchor was cut with blood, but she still didn't let go.

The incurable terminal illness turned into a poison, which penetrated into the female anchor's body little by little. Her beautiful face became haggard, her muscles withered like sun-dried flowers, she lost her beauty and her healthy body, but she Still holding the red skirt.

"Nothing will let me go."

"I knew I was terminally ill, but my parents and doctors never told me when I would leave. I was born with despair, and they gave me hope every day."

"I want to share this hope with as many people as possible for all of them to see!"

The withered bodies merged together, and the blood vessels flowed on the red skirt, scoured the death curse, and spread out in all directions.

"Even if my life is destined to be bleak, I will weave a bright red dress with blood, strut through the dark night, and embrace the early sun!"

The blood-red dress is like the most eye-catching flower on the other side. When she blooms, all the reds in the world are eclipsed.

Resentment, yin qi, pain and despair in the heart all became servants under the skirt, the death curse was washed away, the red skirt seemed to shatter something in her body, and her body and breath were soaring infinitely.

The red skirt at this time is constantly approaching the fused Xiao Ba, and unlike Xiao Ba, she has absolute control over her resentment!

The red dress fluttered in the curse of death, and the woman in the red dress looked at Han Fei, who was attracting the attention of the jumping ghost.

Short-lived but unforgettable scenes flashed in my mind. The red dresses scattered all over the floor were picked up and pieced together, wrapped in a walkie-talkie, and fell from the top floor. Getting closer.

How did you leave me there alone?

Wait, I'll pick you up.

You saved us before, now I'm here to help you stop her.

If I'm still alive, I hope we can be friends.

"It's clear that I've fallen into the depths of despair, and I'm still trying to bring hope to others. Now you... just like me in the past."

Holding the little girl in his arms, Han Fei had been cornered. As he kept going backwards and his back had hit the wall, a footstep sounded from the other side of the corridor.

When he was about to turn his head to look, the vision in his eyes was completely occupied by the red skirt.

An unimaginably huge resentment slammed into the ghost who jumped off the building! Almost crushed the body of the jumper!

Countless black characters disappeared instantly, and then slowly emerged from the body of the jumper. It seemed that as long as the jumper didn't die, the death curse would continue to emerge.

The red dress that has been merged into one has infinitely approached the top resentment. Some kind of change has taken place in her body. Now she seems to be different from other resentments.

When the jumping offender was dragged back, the divorced mother and the syringe girl approached one after another, and there was a vague connection between them and the building jumping offender.

They can feel the commonality of each other, but they cannot communicate with each other, as if there is a thorn in everyone's heart, blocking everything.

"Why not?" Han Fei looked at the girl in his arms: "Can you make them become yourself again?"

The girl shook her head.

"They treat you as their child, which shows that human nature is very important in their hearts, and they understand this, but there seems to be some problems." Han Fei frowned: "Zhuang Wen's child is dead, the reality is The body of the baby was buried on the balcony. If the girl in front of them was regarded as their own child, who would be buried in the balcony of 1244 now?"

Han Fei discovered the key point. It was the same when he played the dead building game before. As long as the corpse was dug out of the balcony, he would die violently.

While the red skirt was trying to delay, Han Fei took the little girl and ran to the top floor again.

The door of room 1244 had been destroyed by the ghost who jumped off the building. Han Fei stepped on the talisman paper all over the floor and ran directly to the balcony.

Pushing open the balcony door, the eyes are full of sticky blood and scratches.

Han Fei directly took out the death knife and pried open the floor tiles covered with thick blood together with his companions.

A wooden box covered with talisman paper appeared in front of Han Fei's eyes. The box was exactly the same as in reality. Just looking at the box, he even had the illusion that he had returned to reality.

Carefully taking out the box, Han Fei tore off the talisman paper and slowly opened it. The scene in front of him made Han Fei speechless.

There is a baby's corpse in a wooden box full of talisman paper. It is covered with butterfly patterns and densely written with black and red death spells. In addition to these, its heart has a broken butterfly wing. , all the patterns and death curses spread from that wing.

"This is the source of Zhuang Wen's pain and hatred. Does the butterfly even spare the dead baby?"

The baby was already devastated, and what was in the box was just a corpse used to warm the wings of a butterfly.

"Maybe by destroying it, Zhuang Wen's body can be fused together."

Holding the death knife, Han Fei looked at the little girl next to him. He didn't know if it was right or not. He had no choice now.

"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly stood in front of the corpse, and she grabbed the wooden box: "I want them to take a look, they will understand."

The girl represented Zhuang Wen's only remaining human nature. She held the wooden box without waiting for Han Fei to speak.

Run outside the house.

When the talisman papers on the wooden box were torn apart, there was already a very slight connection between the ghost who jumped from the building and several memories.

Back downstairs again, the little girl ignored Han Fei's obstruction and ran to the crazy jumping ghost holding the box.

"Give me my baby back!"

"Your child is dead." The girl stumbled and ran through the blood, much like she was struggling to live in an exorcist's house when she was young: "It's here, it's dead, and there's no way to come back! "

The little girl's words attracted the attention of the jumper. When the jumper looked at her, she directly grabbed the baby corpse in the wooden box.

"Don't be crazy about it anymore, it definitely doesn't want its mother to be crazy because of it! You should understand, because you thought so when you were a child!"

Zhuang Wen's mother was fascinated by ghosts, took her as a bargaining chip, and took her to live in an exorcism house.

The girl kept saying those words, the needle girl and the divorced mother slowly calmed down, only the ghost who jumped off the building not only did not calm down, but became more and more crazy!

She kept repeating death and killing in her mouth, she still wanted to kill everything she saw, and she wanted to drag all the happy people down from the tall buildings.

"I will die if I touch it! I will die!"

The death curse on the Ghost Jumping from the Building is getting stronger and stronger, she refuses to merge with other memories, and even the eyes that look at other memories contain killing intent!

"You can't convince her." Han Fei walked to the little girl.

"If we can't merge the memories after you destroy the baby's body, then she will follow you forever and hunt you down." The little girl made a difficult decision, she reached out to Han Fei: "Give me the knife, Let me chop up this corpse."

He looked at the little girl in surprise, but Han Fei didn't hand out his knife. Ever since he took the little girl out of room 1224, the system had already reminded him and the ghost who jumped off the building.

"I'll do it." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the sword of rebirth: "My sword, you can't hold it."

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