My Iyashikei Game

Crazy laughter allowed Fu Yi to fight for his body. He triggered the curse on the blood-colored paper figurine fragments, forcing Da Nie to cooperate with him to control the ghost pattern.

The dark ghost lines were like blood vessels full of soul poison, rooted in Han Fei's flesh and blood, driving the body towards the faceless statue.

No matter how Fu Yi tossed, the manic laughter didn't care.

From the moment he saw the faceless statue, his goal was very clear.

Any body and life can be given up before the opportunity to become God.

Faceless idols, masterless shrines, this memory world seems to be waiting for a new master.

The divine runes under his feet were stained red with blood, and while enduring Fu Sheng's despair, he laughed wildly and spread the new despair in the orphanage around.

Each time he was released, some of the restraints weakened until finally there was no restraint. .

He waved his palm, and the rebirth saber wailed in his madly laughing hands, and the perfect human light was dyed blood red.

Dragging the knife forward, the entire emergency room was filled with hysterical laughter.

Step by step, bloody footprints, laughing wildly dragged Han Fei's body that was about to collapse, and walked to the faceless statue.

The statue seemed to be a sick woman, and she slept very peacefully, as if she would never wake up.

The disintegrating palm pressed the face of the idol, and then laughed wildly and made a move that no one thought of.

He raised his blood and died, carrying boundless killing intent and despair to the statue!

The blood-colored light flashed through the divine runes and ghost runes, as if splitting the yin and yang.

A very thin bloodstain appeared on the neck of the faceless god statue, and then the bloodstain spread all over the god statue.

When the crack climbed to the cheek of the idol, its originally blank face shattered directly, revealing the exquisite and perfect face below!

"Du Shu!"

This statue lying on the hospital bed, listening to countless prayers and enjoying the worship of many souls, is not the mother Fu Sheng wanted to see most, but Du Shu!

In Han Fei's mind, the despair belonging to Fu Sheng boiled again. In the dark picture of despair, the young Fu Sheng who fell to the ground was growing up slowly, but he was still lying on the ground numbly.

The time around was passing fast, people in the hospital came and went, everyone was moving forward, only he was trapped in place, trapped at the door of the emergency room, trapped in that night.

Alone pushed the despair away and looked at the mother who could never be awakened again.

The young Fu Sheng in the picture of despair has grown up. He maintains his numb appearance, but the hospital has already changed. Even the person lying on the hospital bed is no longer his mother, but Du Shu!

There are many things more desperate than despair, until at the bottom of the abyss, touch the black box.

In reality, no one knows what Du Shu did to Fu Sheng. Han Fei only knew that in the memory world, Du Shu stole everything from Fu Sheng's mother, and she wanted to become a new god in the shrine world.

The faceless statue was smashed to pieces by laughter. When the base collapsed, the countless chains connected under the statue made a rushing sound, and the floor of the entire rescue room collapsed downward!

The prayers of the soul were gradually replaced by screams of despair, and the most unknown side of the hospital was exposed to everyone.

In the underground of Building No. 7, countless people are living like walking corpses. They are imprisoned in the dark, their facial features are blurred, their eyes have degenerated, and if they feel a little change in the outside world, they will hide deeper like mice. in the dark.

Fine chains were wrapped around their bodies. Among the group of people were doctors, patients, elderly people who came to accompany them, wives crying bitterly, and children locked in corners who couldn't seem to find their way home.

The human world reappeared in the underground of the hospital, all of them were on the verge of collapse, but they were still clutching the chains on their bodies.

Even if they were as skinny as the chain sucked, they were still unwilling to let go.

They lived very hard and tired lives, but as long as there was still a little hope, none of them would let go of their hands.

The chain connected to the idol is hope, and in the despair that nothing can be changed, the gods become the only sustenance.

They put everything on Du Shu, but the "goddess" just regarded them as his "medicine".

After the statue shattered, the entire hospital began to accelerate alienation.

There was a rumbling heartbeat from the ground, and the chains deeply embedded in the building were pulled out, like a monster out of control.

The chains that symbolize hope are condensed into a solid body. When hope shows its true colors, many people find that the so-called hope is just a more delicate package of despair.

In the hospital walls, the dirges turned to wailing, and the pale skin of the walls was turning into the skin of living people. Everything was turning to flesh and blood, centered on the place where the statue was broken.

Just as the shrine was smashed to pieces by laughter, the black fire in Building No. 7 burned to the top floor, and in the flames at the highest point of the building, a woman with a death curse written all over her body appeared quietly.

She was covered in chains all over her body, but as the statue shattered, those chains no longer bound her as an outsider, but began to destroy this relatively intact memory world.

Looking at the messed up world, Han Fei smiled so happily that he couldn't even hold the death knife in his hand.

There is no hope in this world, everything is made of despair.

Now the laughter shattered the original statue, and the chains that had lost their sustenance began to look for new gods.

A large amount of despair with nowhere to go poured into the manic laughing body, and the chains burrowed into the flesh and blood.

If a person wants to become a god, he must go through all kinds of trials, and the festering of the flesh is only the most trivial step.

More and more chains were plunged into Han Fei's body, and his connection with this shrine became more and more close.

In a sense, Fu Yi's plan was a success. He originally wanted to occupy everything.

The only change for him was that Han Fei, who was supposed to be killed by himself in the plan, not only did not lose his soul, but instead occupied most of his body and gained absolute initiative.

After the original statue was shattered, those who pinned their hopes on the gods were extremely frightened, and they revealed their true appearance.

There is no way to escape, this is what they are most unwilling to face.

But soon, as a large number of chains got into Han Fei's body, those people had new sustenance.

They pass the desperate and painful memories to Han Fei through chains, and Han Fei can in turn use the shrine chains to change their memories and let them live in a false comfort.

As they continued to pass on the pain in their souls to Han Fei, their appearance became blurred again, and they lost their facial features and their true selves again.

This shrine ability, which can change memory, was also used by Fu Sheng in the happy community.

In order to help the neighbors relieve their pain and regain their sanity, Fu Sheng's approach is to modify their memory and seal the bad things in the back of their minds.

More and more chains got into Han Fei's body, and he was dragged down by the despair of countless people.

In the face of all this, the maniacal laughter did not resist, and he even enjoyed it very much.

When the blood-colored paper people and the big villains were afraid, the manic laughter opened his arms and took the initiative to embrace all the despair.

Countless chains wrapped the laughter, and the hysterical laughter echoed in the hospital corridor.

Affected by alienation, everything in the hospital is showing their true appearance.

New skin grew from the scabbed wound under the patient's bandage; the doctor's face shattered and fell off, becoming a screaming puppet; black ghosts turned into deformed monsters.

In addition to them, there are several hatreds that are gradually getting stronger in the hospital.

At the gate of Building No. 1, Fu Sheng's biological mother was wearing a red dress. She was as scrawny as a firewood, but she was filled with astonishing resentment, and she was emitting a piercing roar.

A door on the third floor of Building 1 was slowly pushed open, and a woman wearing glasses walked out. She took off the intact glasses on her face and threw them away. She looked through the bag and found an old pair of glasses with broken lenses and bloodstains.

She gently stroked the worn glasses, hatred and love intertwined, she gently put the glasses between her lips: "Team leader, I'm still waiting for you..."

A chainsaw sounded at the end of the corridor, and a tall woman walked in the darkness, her eyes were bloodshot, and she whispered a name.

In the intensive care unit, the familiar Fu Yi woke up suddenly, and she looked towards the bed.

Her mother was standing in the house, holding a yellowed photo in her hand, tears of blood flowing from her eyes.

In the surveillance room of Building 1, a sexy mature woman put her legs down from the sofa. She silently watched the surveillance of Building 7 and suddenly laughed.

Ruoyouruowu's hatred was hidden in her heart, she wore her professional attire and walked towards the depths of the hospital.

In the emergency ward of Building 2, a quiet female teacher was standing beside the students. She lowered her head, and her dark hair covered her painful face.

Deception and hatred made her distorted, but thinking of that person's child and what the other party had done in the end, the female teacher did not leave the ward in the end, and she chose to continue to take care of the injured students.

At the side door of the hospital, the deliveryman's electric car fell to the ground, a woman in a blood-stained yellow dress covered her heart and stepped forward: "I know we are just playing, but I still feel strange, why my My heart seems to be dead, and it hasn't been beating since I left you."

The alienation of the hospital continued, and in the dark night away from the hospital, a police car sped past.

Wu Shan anxiously held his mobile phone and kept calling Han Fei. His face was covered in blood and his expression was extremely fearful.

"His phone can't get through?! This has never happened before!"

Pressing the message button, Wu Shan shouted into the phone: "Du Shu has gone crazy, she escaped from the paradise! Han Fei! Get out of the hospital as soon as possible! Now she has turned into a monster! Leave!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Shan suddenly found that a woman's perfect face appeared on the screen of his mobile phone. He was so frightened that he immediately threw the phone away.

When he was about to park, he glanced at the rearview mirror, and there was a beautiful woman sitting in his car...

The night above the hospital has been dyed red with hatred, but among the countless weirdness, there is a woman dressed in a very ordinary dress at the entrance of the Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital.

There was no hatred in her body, only worry and anxiety in her eyes.

"Why do you say goodbye suddenly, the children are still waiting for you to come home..."