My Iyashikei Game

The woman was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart. She paid a lot for the ritual of conjuring the soul. She would never allow the ritual to be destroyed, but just as the ritual was getting closer and closer to success, she found that her daughter had been making trouble.

It is the most painful feeling to be betrayed by the most trusted family member.

"Zhuang Qing, you are old. Since your father died, I have rarely interfered in your affairs. Now I hope you will not interfere with me, okay?"

The mother's words made Zhuang Qing feel unfamiliar. The mother in her impression was not like this. Everything seemed to start with the soul-calling ceremony, and the mother gradually became different.

The father's soul was not recruited, but the mother became no longer like the previous self, which made Zhuang Qing even more fearful.

She opened her mouth several times, but she didn't speak. There was another secret hidden in her heart, which she didn't even dare to tell her mother.

It seemed that she was worried about waking up her little daughter. The mother was very restrained, but the disappointment in her words cut Zhuang Qing's heart like a knife.

"In the future, don't go near your father's room again."

After putting down the last sentence, the mother grabbed the kitchen knife in Zhuang Qing's hand and left.

The living room returned to dead silence again, and Zhuang Qing's voice suddenly sounded after a long time.

"But... I also had another dream, it wasn't my father who died in a car accident, it was us. We were thinking of him, and he was thinking of us, and every time I dreamed of him, he became more and more aging."

Her hand touched the bedroom door, as if touching her father's arm: "We miss you very much, but I don't know if it's good or bad, I always have a feeling that if the conjuration is successful, you may be more pain."

Zhuang Qing did not break the door this time and left quietly.

"They should all go back to sleep, let's go quickly." The middle-aged man said with a bitter face: "If I want to be seen like this, I may really be regarded as a ghost."

"Wait a minute, they said just now that they heard footsteps in the house at night, and I want to see what they brought in." Han Fei had a relationship with Zhuang Qing's family, and he happened to know Zhuang Ren in reality, so He was very sure that the person who was recruited was definitely not Zhuang Ren.

If he wants to quickly gain the trust of Zhuang Qing's family, there is a very simple way, and that is to call the real Zhuang Ren into the death building.

The manager of the dead building tampered with the memories of Zhuang Qing's family, making them live in a cycle of pain. If they can see the real Zhuang Ren, maybe the memory tampered with by the dead building manager can be restored.

This family really moved Han Fei. In order to find his wife and daughter, his father, who was living in reality, madly attacked a virtual death game. Day after day, he drove himself crazy.

Wives and daughters living in the deep world are constantly trying spiritual rituals to save their husbands.

The memory has been tampered with, but they both want to redeem each other in their own way.

Compared with butterflies, they are indeed insignificant, but they all do their best to fight their destined destiny.

Han Fei was a bystander, he witnessed everything and felt the deepest.

Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter died many years ago. This is a fact. Even if he has a black box, he can't change it. Maybe all he can do is pass on his thoughts to the other party.

"If a living person carries too much burden, it may be difficult to move on. Many people understand this truth, but there are still countless people who are willing to carry it. Maybe this is the beauty of human nature."

When Han Fei was thinking, footsteps appeared in the living room again. This footstep was different from all the previous footsteps. It was like a person jumping on tiptoe.

"The mother and daughter should all go back to sleep. Who are the footsteps in the living room now?"

Even if a living person is sleepwalking, he will not make such strange footsteps. Han Fei gently opened the bedroom door to a gap, and something faintly shook in the dark living room.

He held his breath, and after more than ten seconds, the footsteps were getting closer, and a woman appeared in the aisle between the sofa and the TV.

She landed on her toes, as if being carried by something, and moved around the living room.

"Ghost?" The middle-aged man dressed in blood was obviously more like a ghost than a ghost at this time, but he was terrified, and the anxiety in his eyes almost overflowed.

The middle-aged man's voice was very low, but it was this very weak voice that attracted the woman in the living room.

The pale face slowly turned, her toes dragged on the ground, and her body quickly rushed towards the bedroom.

Looking at each other, Han Fei happened to see each other: "Zhuang Ren's second daughter? Why is she?"

That face Han Fei was very familiar with, what puzzled him was how the second daughter, who was fine just now, suddenly became like this? Could it have something to do with the god statue that Zhuang Ren's wife placed under the bed of the second daughter?

At first, Zhuang Ren's wife and daughter behaved normally, no different from when they were alive. Han Fei had also seen their photos in reality, and if he didn't know, he really thought they had a new life here.

But now Zhuang Ren's second daughter's behavior is completely different from just now. Her face is pale, and the most terrifying thing is her eyes.

There were black threads intertwined in the whites of her eyes, as if someone was holding the thread in her eyeballs to control her gaze.

At the same time that Han Fei saw her, the second daughter also saw Han Fei. At this time, Han Fei had closed the bedroom door again, and asked the middle-aged man to hold the door with his back.

The sound of footsteps outside disappeared, and a few minutes later, Han Fei looked at the crack of the door again, and in his vision was thick black hair.

"There are no long eyes on the back of her head, how could she

Look inside..." Han Fei thought of this and suddenly realized something, he looked up along the crack of the door.

On the door panel at the top of the door, there is a grimace staring at him!

Both the woman and the middle-aged man also saw the face, but when they subconsciously moved away, Han Fei had a knife handle in his hand.

Can a bladeless knife kill someone?

The grimace did not hide or dodge. It remembered Han Fei's appearance. At this time, the lock rattled, and it seemed to want to enter the bedroom!

The door was blocked by the ghost, and there was only the wardrobe behind him. The woman and the middle-aged man were so nervous that they couldn't even say a word, but Han Fei took the initiative to open the door, as if he and the ghost were in the same group.

"Touch the secrets of the soul!"

Under the puzzled gaze of the woman and the middle-aged man, Han Fei's knife fell on the grimace.

The ferocious and terrifying face shattered like a mask, and then Han Fei's hand full of soul poison grabbed the other's neck, and a blood-red delicate paper figure climbed down his arm to the grimace's wound.

When the paper figurine got into Grimace's body, Han Fei covered Li Gui's mouth with a secret that touched the depths of his soul, and dragged it directly into the bedroom like a kidnapper taking a hostage.

"Be honest, don't blame me for being rude if you dare to wake up other people in the room."

With the blessing of master-level acting skills, Han Fei's handsome face was occupied by gloom and madness. At this time, he looked even more hideous than a ghost.