My Iyashikei Game

All the luck that a person encounters may be because of his unintentional kindness to others.

Han Fei was able to be protected by Zhuang Wen at this time, entirely because he helped Zhuang Wen get rid of Butterfly's control in Building 1.

Even though she was burned by hatred, Zhuang Wen still saved Han Fei's life unconsciously. However, there is no deeper relationship between the two, and Han Fei cannot influence Zhuang Wen through his own words.

Now that it's a close call, Zhuang Wen didn't think about escaping, but gathered all the hatred in her body and smashed it at the shrine!

Blood flowed from the dilapidated shrine, the ancient blood stains exuded a strong stench, blood vessels were broken, and countless blood flowers withered in the air.

There is a very terrifying force awakening in the shrine. It seems to be one with the entire cocoon fragment, and it can mobilize everything in the sea of ​​blood flowers and the bottom of the nightmare.

The dense blood vessels are intertwined into a huge net from the depths of the flower sea, with the shrine as the center.

Layer upon layer, Zhuang Wen and Han Fei were all wrapped inside.

Under the constant attack of Zhuang Wen, cracks appeared on the surface of the shrine, and a ghost close to hatred could not completely destroy the shrine, which also gave Han Fei a new understanding of the ineffable existence.

However, Zhuang Wen's attack is not completely without impact, at least she has created a very good eating environment for Da Xie.

The big evil lying on the heart seems to have eaten part of the heart, and it drank the blood flowing from the heart into its stomach.

You must know that in order to support the heart in the shrine, the nightmares and souls of countless children hang on the inner wall of the giant cocoon, and every drop of blood in that heart contains the deepest fears and nightmares.

"The great evil may have sensed this thing when he entered the dead building. It has been hiding in my arm, just to prevent this thing from being discovered. It didn't suddenly run out of my body until I approached the shrine. ."

Big Evil took Han Fei as his clothes. This pet looked so innocent and honest, but was actually much more cunning than his owner imagined.

"Butterfly and Dae seem to have crawled out of human chrysalis, but butterflies tend to be more human, while Dae is more inhuman. They both have the same origin, their pursuit and desire for certain things. It should be similar."

The situation is out of Han Fei's control, all he can do is to open the inventory, give Xu Qin to him, and eat the only pig heart left.

Healing games are all about recovering stamina so quickly.

Inside the shrine, the big evil was biting his heart. Outside the shrine, Zhuang Wen was attacking frantically. The black mist scattered all around had runaway. There were a lot of cracks on the floor above the head, and roots like blood vessels were pierced into the building of the dead building.

It used to be the heart in the shrine that maintained the dead tower, and now it in turn began to draw something from the dead tower.

After being hurt, Ineffable, represented by the shrine, opened his eyes.

The underground floors collapsed and cracked layer by layer, and the black mist was like air waves and vortexes. Driven by a certain force, the shrine was lifted up from the deepest part of the ground step by step.

The "God" sleeping deep in the will of death seems to be about to see the light of day again.

An unfamiliar voice appeared in the heart of Nightmare, it recited words that no one could understand, and the dead heart began to beat again in the shrine!

...

At the same time when an accident occurred in the deepest part of the dead building, the sound of the soul bell shaking was heard in Room 4244 on the top floor of Building No. 4.

This sound seemed to indicate something. At first, the soul bell rang only at the door of room 4244, and then all the rooms on the top floor rang, and slowly the soul bell rang throughout the building.

"Grandma, it's not even four forty-four now, and I want to spend more time with you all."

Next to the ordinary dining table, there is a little girl with a ponytail sitting. She has a chubby face and a good-looking smile.

"Grandma also wants to stay with you for a while, but the time has come." An old lady left from the wooden dining table. She entered the kitchen and came out with a kitchen knife in her hand.

"Thank you for staying with me for so long."

The old man kindly looked at the little girl sitting beside the dining table. The girl was holding the soup spoon with one hand and protecting the soup bowl in front of her with the other. In the bowl were dumplings wrapped in white paper.

The girl always had a smile on her face, she seemed to be used to coquetry with the old man, and she was still smiling when the old man raised the kitchen knife.

The raised arm fell on top of the girl's head, and the kitchen knife cut through the girl's skin but no blood came out. The girl laughed, her body shattered like a piece of paper, and there was only a fragment of a family portrait on the chair.

"Wife, it's your turn." The old lady looked at the old man sitting on her other side again. The man was stern, but there was a rare tenderness in his eyes when he looked at the old lady.

It was also slashed with one knife, and the old man's body shattered like a piece of paper.

The old lady's cloudy eyes were a little wet, but she had to do these things.

He turned his head and looked at the family members sitting at the table.

It should have been four generations living in the same hall and enjoying themselves happily, but now, except for himself, all the people sitting around the dining table are paper figures.

Everything is because of the child, because of the child who should have died.

"It's all our sin, and it's being punished."

Resisting the tears in her eyes, the old lady split open the bodies of each family member with a kitchen knife. She picked up the fragments of family portraits left in everyone's bodies, put them together, and looked at the chair at the end of the dining table.

The chair was lower than the normal one, it seemed to be newly added, and it seemed that no one had ever sat on the chair, it was just a decoration.

"I never saw you at the family banquet before, and now, at the family banquet, you are the only one left."

Picking up the chair at the end of the dining table, the old lady came to the center of the living room. She looked at the shrine she built and placed the assembled family portrait in front of the shrine.

The lit candles were blown out, and the items on the tribute table did not change, but they seemed to be rotting, emitting a stench from the inside out.

The lights in the house flickered a few times and then went out completely. The old lady silently put the chair that had never been sat on in front of the shrine.

Picking up the soul bell and shaking it constantly, the old man muttered something. She opened all the doors in the house and cut all the red ropes tied around the house.

The original ordinary room instantly became weird, the overcast wind blew the paper figurines on the ground, and those paper figurines who could only smile began to cry.

There was a slight noise from the doors and windows, and with the creaking sound, the divine door in the shrine actually began to vibrate slightly, and there seemed to be some changes in the assembled family portrait.

The grandmother's family lived in the same house for four generations, and in the group photo with a lot of people crowded, a deformed figure appeared quietly.

It wasn't in the photo originally, but it didn't appear out of nowhere, as if it was part of the family, where it should have been.

"Renchen month, Renchen day, Yinshi, it is advisable to be buried, and it is forbidden to reward the gods."

The old lady shook the soul bell, and her own body was broken a little bit, but she was covered with red ropes, and those red ropes firmly fixed her flesh and soul, preventing her body from falling apart.

With all his strength, he chanted soul-calling songs, and as the old man's suppressed voice came out from room 4244, the whole dead building resounded with grief.

The soul-inducing ladders hanging on the door of every household were all broken, paper money was flying, and the will of death was surging.

At the darkest moment before dawn, the divine door of the shrine in room 4244 slowly opened!

The family portrait placed in front of the shrine disappeared into the shrine, and the deformed figure on the family portrait seemed to be the only photo left by the manager of the dead building.

The soul-calling song in her mouth became more and more urgent, and the old lady had a hunched back and desperately shook the soul bell in her hand.

Slowly, the shrine in room 4244 changed, and it seemed to be connected with the underground shrine.

Starting from the shrine in room 4244, the black blood vessels spread wildly among the walls of the dead building, and the death curse hidden in all the residents broke out.

Fear, pain and despair made them recall the terrifying figure in their hearts.

All the wardrobes in the dead building community began to ooze blood, and the channel between the nightmare and the deep world was slowly being opened. The fear of all the residents was the bridge between the nightmare and the deep world.

The screams of despair came one after another in the dead building, and the stench from the depths of the soul permeated all corners of the dead building.

The black blood vessels running through the wall carried boundless hatred and pressed down below the dead building, and the rhizome-like blood vessels under the dead building rushed up with the intention of death, and the two sides finally met on the fourth floor of the dead building.

The blood vessels were linked together, and when hatred and death were about to blend, the harsh singing suddenly exploded, causing all the residents in the building to feel a new fear!

The death intent, which was supposed to be mixed with hatred, was dragged by the singing. This unspeakable existence was completely furious. There was nothing in front of the unspeakable.

A hideous crack appeared on the fourth floor of Building No. 4. Room 4044 was the center of death and hatred, and the blood door where the headless door god once stayed was torn apart.

The stairs of the dead building were sloping, but no matter how big the noise was before, the wardrobes in the dead building were not affected.

But as the door of room 4044 shattered, cracks spread into room 4044, and the wardrobes that were originally standing by the wall also had problems. The turmoil in the deep world has affected the world of wardrobes.

The wardrobe world with the red clothes hanging there began to tremble, blood-red cracks appeared like scars on the ground and on the top of the head, and the monsters hiding in the red clothes fled everywhere.

Under the influence of a large number of rifts, the borders of the wardrobe world began to shatter, and gradually merged with the deep world.

The original wardrobe world existed between the nightmare and the real world, but now it feels like it's about to be completely dragged into the deep world.

What's worse is that at this moment, in the center of the wardrobe world, an incomparably huge old ghost is frantically attacking the wardrobe door in the center of the world. The black fire of hatred is burning in his eyes, and his body is awe-inspiring.

The seemingly ordinary wardrobe has endured all the attacks of the old ghost, until the cracks in the dead building began to spread in the wardrobe world, and the wardrobe standing in the center of the world finally appeared damaged.

"This wardrobe is the most central curse, and it is the reason why this wardrobe nightmare exists. If I can't get such a good thing, I must destroy it as soon as possible!"

Unbridled laughter is mixed with hatred, and now the old ghost is like a lunatic out of control.

Small cracks in the wardrobe slowly widened, and the change seemed to be transmitted further afield.

...

Huanhai Mansion is the home where Huang Ying lived when he was a child. It is located in the best part of the old city. All his good memories are sealed here.

"Snapped!"

The tableware fell to the ground, the prepared meals splashed everywhere, and a woman in an apron was standing in front of the bedroom wardrobe at this time.

She is not tall, with a thin body and a gentle appearance.

Teaching and educating people made her own a kind of bookish air.

The woman in front of her looked just like Huang Ying's mother, but Huang Ying, who was locked in the closet, could be sure that even if the other party pretended to look like her, she was not her mother.

Picking up the greasy rice bowl fragments on the ground, the woman squatted in front of the wardrobe. She stared at Huang Ying, who was locked in the wardrobe like a dog, and hatred gradually emerged in her eyes.

"Are you all that?" The scarred Huang Ying raised his head. After being killed countless times by his "mother" in different ways, he gradually understood a truth.

At first, he thought that he was killed by his mother, which could relieve his guilt towards his mother. For this reason, he even took the initiative to ask for his death, which made Butterfly even suspicious for a while.

But later, as the number of deaths increased, Huang Ying found that even if he died 10,000 times now, he could no longer reduce his guilt towards his mother.

Some things happen, they will always exist in the mind, even if repeated many times in the nightmare, the reality will not change.

When my mother saved her, she should never have wanted to burden her with a lifetime of self-blame and pain.

Being able to live happily and earnestly may be the best reward for her.

Imprisoned in the closet, Huang Ying, who was dying, had a faint smile on his face. He really rarely smiled like this.

No longer dodging his eyes, he stared at the face that was almost identical to his mother's, and the self-blame in his eyes had been replaced by pity.

"My mother would never do these things to me, and your parents really did these things to you. You are so pitiful, but I don't sympathize with you."

Huang Ying's words touched the pain point of Butterfly, but he didn't care at all: "You tortured me in so many different ways, is it because your parents treated you like this? They raised you as an animal, so you become like a beast?"

"What a poor fellow, with no humanity at all, I'm so happy compared to you, because even if I die, I've been loved. You'll never know that feeling, because there's no such thing as People will love you, and you don't deserve anyone's love, hahahaha!"

The bruised and bruised Huang Ying in the wardrobe laughed at the butterfly. The face of the woman standing in front of the wardrobe was distorted, and the whole nightmare was compressed inward, as if it was going to explode Huang Ying's soul.

But at this moment, the woman who turned into a butterfly suddenly felt something abnormal. She looked down at her chest, and a crack appeared in her heart, and the crack was slowly expanding!

Wrinkling her brows, she looked at the watch on the wall. Among all the nightmares Huang Ying had experienced, there was a watch hanging on it, and the time on that watch now was four o'clock sharp.

It was clear that the appointed time had not yet arrived, but there was already a problem with the body, and the woman could no longer maintain her body. She threw Huang Ying out of the closet and entered it herself.

Seeing her appearance, she seemed very anxious, as if she couldn't go back if she didn't go back.