My Iyashikei Game

The old ghost's fingernails are stained with countless curses, and it will be terrifying just by looking at it.

At this moment, the old ghost's fingertips pierced the boy's red shirt and grabbed the child's collar, just not touching his skin.

An incomparably huge and terrifying ghost, holding a child in pajamas with his fingertips, this absurd and eerie scene makes people look unreal.

There was blood everywhere in the house, the curse was hitting the walls like a wave, and the broken walls were hidden with broken flesh and stumps, but under this circumstance, the most terrifying ghost voice in the house slowed down a bit.

The woman who was locked on the back of the old ghost looked at the boy in the bear pajamas, the strong mother cried out, and she shouted at her child unconsciously: "Where have you gone! I I've been looking for you!"

The scarred hands desperately pushed the chain on his body, the evil spirit's eyelids blinked, and the cursed chain on the old ghost's back was easily pushed away by an ordinary person.

The woman ran to her child, she had never cried like this before death.

The fingernails pinched the collar of the child, and the evil spirit placed it in front of the woman.

When he finally saw his child, the woman opened her arms to hug him, but when the woman approached, the boy who had been unresponsive to the outside world suddenly raised his head, and there was no emotion in his eyes that a human should have. The palm stretched out from under the blood coat and stabbed directly at his mother's heart.

The arm finally stopped a foot away from the woman. The back of the child's neck was grabbed by the old ghost, and he couldn't take a step forward.

"Your child is a soul chaser, and you are a wandering soul hunted by him. His first reaction when he sees you must be to kill you." The evil soul stared at the one-foot distance, his eyes flashing. After a moment of doubt, he did grab the boy's collar, but he didn't use any force. Normally, the boy should stop an inch away from the woman.

But what Evil Soul didn't expect was that the boy's hand stopped a foot away from the woman, and the soul chaser was actually resisting the instructions given to him by the manager.

Butterfly likes to play with human nature. In its view, it is a "beautiful" thing to let people in love kill each other. Maybe it has expected to drive the little boy to collect his mother's soul, but for various reasons, the boy is not completely Do as it asks.

The child is unwilling to kill his mother, even if he becomes a soul chaser, when he is close to his mother, he will still stop and stab his mother's hands.

The woman looked at the child who was close at hand and burst into tears. The emotions she had suppressed for so long broke out at this moment, and all the words in her heart were spoken to the child.

It's a pity that the child wearing bear pajamas has been unable to respond, and seems to not understand what she is saying.

When the woman kept calling for her child, the evil spirit seemed to be communicating with the old ghost: "Didn't you say that the soul chasers are all puppets made by managers? Didn't you tell me that they had no consciousness? Why did this child take the initiative? Stop? How can a puppet have its own emotions?"

"The human soul is very complicated? Old guy, I'm helping you. I hope you don't tell me the wrong things again. It will affect my judgment."

Evil eyes moved between the woman and the red-clothed child, and the evil spirit locked the woman and her child together on the back with cursed chains: "Don't cry! Wait until the manager is killed, all soul chasers. will be back to normal.”

The Evil Soul looked at the woman and her child, and there seemed to be something intangible between them, something that the Evil Soul did not have. For the first time, he felt a sense of incompleteness. It is an incomplete idea that quietly pops up.

There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes immersed in killing intent, and the evil spirit slammed punch after punch on the gamblers in room 4034, and he did not leave until the ground was covered with cracks.

Keep going!

The mad old ghost and the manic evil spirit came to the dead building. Wherever he walked, all the walls were dyed red, and the couplets and door hearts fell off.

"4044?"

Changes appeared in the corridor, the walls began to twist, the paper money fell, the blood on the ground slowly flowed, and the ghost of evil seemed to come to the ferry of Huangquan.

Throwing aside the few people locked on the back, the evil spirit's eyes were fixed on a certain room.

On the blood-red door, a headless door god slowly walked out, dragging a sharp beheading knife.

Dull footsteps sounded in the corridor, the severed heads rolled out from the door, and their bloody mouths shouted the same sentence - this road is dead!

The headless door god stood among the piles of human heads, turning its body to face the old ghost.

"Is it the door god you said?" The Soul of Evil didn't mean to back down.

Hearing the laughter of the Evil Soul, the decapitating knife raised by the door god pressed down an inch.

A head next to him slowly changed, forming Han Fei's face, and then the face said, "I have let you go once, don't know what to do."

Looking at the head next to the door god, the evil spirit showed a wicked smile: "My face can't be changed by anyone who wants to. If you use my face, don't blame me for smashing your door."

Don't be polite in the Evil Soul's words, there is no softening tone. After the headless door god heard it, the blade stood up, and the pale light reflected on the face of the Evil Soul.

The corridor on the fourth floor changed again. The flesh and blood of the person's head were twisted, and they all turned into looks similar to Han Fei. They were chanting something, and bloodshots emerged from their bodies and poured into the body of the door god. .

As the bloodshots gathered in large numbers, the door god suddenly raised his hand, and the bloodshots outlined a doll of the evil spirit in front of him, and then he raised the knife and cut it off the forehead of the bloodshot doll!

"Bang!"

A huge amount of yin qi exploded on the old ghost, and the walls of the entire fourth-floor corridor were sunken to both sides.

A large amount of blood mist appeared on the puppet, and when the mist dissipated, the door god stood still, the old ghost's arms fell to the ground, and the front of his arms were all cut off.

The decapitating knife of the door god killed the soul of evil, and the old ghost blocked the knife for him at the critical moment.

The bright red blood slid down his forehead, staining half of the face of Evil Soul, his eyes were opened in the blood, allowing the blood to flow into his mouth, staining his lips red.

"Is the manager's watchdog so weak?"

The corners of his blood-filled mouth slowly cracked open, and the half-blooded face of the Evil Soul stared at the door god. He said word by word, "Give me all your hatred, and let me use your bloodline."

The face on the back of the old ghost screamed, the hatred accumulated in the heart was released without reservation, and the dark black fire began to burn in the corridor.

The doors of the house were twisted and deformed, and the figure of the ghost of the evil spirit was reflected in the red eyes of the old ghost. He opened his mouth, and the sound he made was exactly the same as that of the evil spirit.

"Headless ghosts are also worthy of being called gods?"