My Iyashikei Game

Crazy laughter rang in Han Fei's ears, plucked the strings of his soul, and a whirlpool of memory appeared in his blank mind. In the depths of the ocean where the past was preserved, it seemed that something very important was missing.

"This park employee seems to be controlled by some kind of force, and the mad laughter is like some nerve-controlling toxin, eroding his own consciousness and turning him into what he is now."

It only took a few seconds from the appearance of the staff member to the collision with the boy's body. The two sides did not have any reservations and were in the most hysterical state.

The blood fog and the black fog of resentment collided, and the invisible and oppressive atmosphere in the car was washed away, the window glass was full of cracks, and the body became more worn.

It was just a collision, and the whole body of the staff of the park was like burnt porcelain, with a large number of black cracks, and his body was bent back nearly 90 degrees.

The upside-down face was hanging on his back. The staff member saw Han Fei from this angle. The smile on his face became more cruel, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Murderer.

"I'm here to live for you?" Han Fei understood the lip language of the staff in the park. He looked at the horrified smiling face of the other party, and the familiar feeling in his mind became stronger.

"f, laughter, me, the three of us seem to be fighting for the same thing."

"Bang!"

The sound of the collision sounded again, and the boy's body threw down the staff of the park. His hands, which had completely merged with the black mist, hugged the staff's waist, and resentment penetrated into the staff's body like thorns, as if to hold him by the waist. truncate.

Han Fei felt pain when he saw that scene, but the smile on the staff's face became brighter. It seemed that the more painful it was, the happier he was.

"Kill me, kill me!"

He raised his head and roared, the staff's mouth was about to be torn apart, and his expression was extremely ferocious, as if he was experiencing the most desperate thing in his life.

It was definitely scary to be torn apart by the devil, but Han Fei soon discovered that the source of the staff member's pain was not the boy's corpse, but something else!

The staff's face was torn apart a little bit, the flesh was detached, and the teeth kept pulling back. He smiled and burst into tears, using everything in his life to show this last crazy smile.

The boy's corpse seemed to sense something, raised his scorched face suspiciously, and looked at the staff member's chest.

The sound of the heartbeat continued to grow louder and gradually began to swell, and another chilling laughter sounded in the car, and that laughter happened to come from the staff's expanding heart.

The rib cage began to deform, the ribs broke, and something moved upward in the staff member's chest.

The boy's corpse was staring at the staff, and the suffocation and death in the entire bus were pulled by some force and converged towards the staff's face.

The moving bus stopped abruptly, and all the dead souls shivered in fright.

When the death intent was at its strongest, an arm stretched out from the staff member's body, directly piercing the black mist of resentment, and piercing the boy's chest!

No one knew who the arm belonged to, and no one knew why he appeared in the mad laughter. It seemed that all the people affected by the mad laughter were puppets controlled by him. He could influence those people at will and subvert the entire city.

"Chaos is heaven!"

The staff member's mouth could no longer be closed, and he burst into tears and laughed wildly, telling hysterical words.

The boy's corpse looked at his body in disbelief. The black mist turned into resentment couldn't stop his arm. The skin covered with incantations was like white paper in front of it. That arm defied everything and penetrated all the rules.

The beating heart in his chest was held by that hand, and the boy's corpse didn't even understand what happened when he heard a sound like a bubble bursting from his body.

Very low, very special, he has only heard it once.

Looking down, the boy's heart, which was half fresh and half rotten, was directly crushed by five fingers.

The foul-smelling black blood and the scorched dead skin mixed together, the black mist of resentment swayed and dissipated, and the park staff also died completely at this moment.

When the park staff lost their vitality and stopped laughing wildly, the arm that stretched out from his body retreated into his body and disappeared.

This amazing change was beyond everyone's expectations. Han Fei also wanted to stay, but now the most important thing was to save his life.

"The staff of the park should just be the puppet of the laughter. The real owner of the laughter is a lunatic who doesn't follow the rules at all. This chaotic and crazy city is simply a stage prepared for him alone."

Unscrupulous, like a devil, weird, crazy, mysterious, the wild laughter aroused Han Fei's high vigilance, compared to f, the owner of this laughter may be the biggest trouble.

"The end of this bus seems to be a paradise. Is that staff responsible for escorting these dead souls? Why did he send a bus full of dead people to the paradise of the living? That paradise is really for the living. Are you ready? Laughing is trying to sneak into the park through this car?"

Han Fei's face slowly twisted under the mask, trying to control his facial muscles to show a smile, but he found that he couldn't do it at all, and he seemed to have lost the ability to smile forever.

"I have to go!" Han Fei glanced at the park staff and the boy's corpse secretly. He grabbed the companion in his sleeve and put it on the neck of the student next to him: "Change position."

While threatening the male student, Han Fei made a gesture with Li Guoer, who had been watching him in the taxi, and he was about to jump out of the car.

The heart of the boy's corpse was crushed, but it did not dissipate. If you stay here, other passengers will stare at him. You'd better stay away from this group of dead ghosts.

Receiving Han Fei's signal, Li Guoer immediately distanced herself from the bus, and while reducing the speed, Xiao Jia could hurry up and place the props for the ceremony.

Han Fei no longer hesitated. He pushed open the bus window and jumped out while the boy's body was still venting on the park employees.

"Place items!"

Shouting loudly, Han Fei slashed at the passenger who wanted to grab him and escaped successfully.

Seeing Han Fei leaving, the boy's corpse was completely mad. He only got in the car to kill Han Fei. He didn't expect that Han Fei was fine now, but his heart was shattered.

The gradually weakened boy's corpse screamed with blood and tears. He ignored the injury to his chest, smashed the window glass, and chased Han Fei screaming against the scorched face full of glass debris!

This kid was really pissed off. It just woke up from the darkness and met the bastard that it was going to kill no matter what.

That kind of hatred kept accumulating, and the hatred in its entire body burned like a raging fire.

"Get out of the car!"

Xiao Jia and Li Guoer got out of the car together, who took the time to arrange the ritual supplies, while Han Fei stared at the open door of the taxi.

He couldn't get rid of the boy's corpse. If he wanted not to be chased and killed by the other party, he could only find a way to kill the other party.

To trick the boy into a taxi, someone must act as a bait. At this moment, Han Fei did not hesitate, he knew that this was what he had to do.

Really close to death, Han Fei found that his inner emotions became different from before, his soul was singing, his instinct was awakened, and he even trembled with excitement!

"It turns out that I am so fascinated by fear to a certain extent. I seem to have long been used to dancing on the edge of death, leaping into the abyss, and living towards death!"

When he got into the car door, Han Fei had already memorized the location of all the ritual items. When his hand grabbed the other side of the car door, the boy's body rushed into the car.

The black fog of resentment was suffocating, the scorched body was in front of Han Fei's face, and the black blood dripping from the boy's eyes and mouth fell on Han Fei's white mask.

Being so close to resentment, being crushed by something incomparably fearful, fate seems to have raised a guillotine.

Ordinary people may have given up at this point, and have no way to struggle, and simply cannot face such despair, so they might as well close their eyes.

There was blood in the pupils, and Han Fei's eyes hidden under the white mask at this moment were so calm that he didn't seem like a person.

He touched the hand of the mirror, waved it upward, and turned the mirror to the boy's face. The other hand holding the knife went directly into the wound on the boy's chest, and pierced the boy's neck with his companion.

The cry of the child sounded in the ordinary mirror, and the boy's body was also affected. When it was about to get out of control, Han Fei put the mirror in the last vacant position.

Faces appeared silently on the roof of the car, and then Han Fei clenched his company, suppressed his resentment with his body, and pressed the corpse of the boy who had lost his heart and was severely injured in front of the mirror.

Monsters with completely twisted bones, scorched skin and spilled black blood, all these things that ordinary people fear, can't stop Han Fei.

At the moment closest to death, Han Fei did something that others could not do at all. His choice was crazy but rational. His decision was extremely risky, but it seemed like the only way to survive in a desperate situation.

"Han Fei! Come out!" Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia shouted anxiously, but Han Fei turned a deaf ear. Wearing a white smiling face mask, he was like a crying death, pouring his despair and pain into the sharp knife and stabbed it crazily. The new skin of a corpse has just grown!

He doesn't have the talent of f and a lot of helpers, nor the weird ability and powerful skills of giggling.

He has nothing, even his memory has been lost, but he knows that he is the real Han Fei!

Unique, implement everything in the instinct, do your best to live!

The eight ritual items were placed in place, and the faces on the roof stretched out their arms to help Han Fei hold down the corpse.

The crying in the mirror is more intense, a lonely poor boy appears in the mirror, his face has not been burned, he is afraid of the things around him, he is afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, he is locked in the mirror, crying Tears flowed down my face.

Affected by the boy in the mirror, the corpse struggled less violently, and the black blood dripping from it began to pour into the spell on the taxi.

Han Fei relied on his super-strong memory to perfectly reproduce most of the spells. Now the black blood is pouring back, and all the spells seem to have life, like tiny blood vessels rooted in a taxi.

Noises and laughter sounded, the faces on the roof became clearer, the arms were almost solid, and what the boy's body had absorbed from the nine victims was being retrieved by them.

The severely injured corpse also wanted to struggle during this period, but was suppressed by Han Fei. He imprisoned the corpse. Those resentments and black mist were restrained by the nine people who died in vain, and neither side gave in.

The boy's cry and screams were mixed together, and cracks began to appear on the originally intact mirror. As the cracks continued to increase, the boy's cry became more and more desperate.

Until the black blood was about to dry, the mirror with the boy's birthday on it suddenly shattered, and a young boy was caught in the hands of the dead.

Anger, resentment, hatred, all the negative emotions were vented towards the boy, but at this time, Han Fei placed "accompaniment" between the two.

"It is the one who killed you

His father, he was just a child who was burned to death by a fire. He has a debt and a debt. Don't be led into evil spirits by anger, we should kill the real murderer. "

In the face of the person who should be killed, Han Fei will not hesitate for a second, but he will never fail to save the person who can be redeemed.

A soft-hearted person cannot survive here, but if he does not have his own principles, he will become a butcher who only knows how to kill.

Although Han Fei had tried his best to stop him, those who died in vain still ripped open the boy's soul, leaving him on the verge of losing his mind at all times.

After the boy was severely injured, the last drop of black blood in the corpse was absorbed by the incantation, and the charred corpse was finally shattered into the black mist together with the mirror, turning into the power of the nine dead people.

With embers all over the ground and blood all over his body, Han Fei sat in the car full of blood curses and took back the sharp knife called companionship.

Li Guoer and Xiao Jia outside the car were stunned. Their original plan was to introduce the corpse into the car. After Han Fei escaped, close the car door and let the ghosts in the taxi deal with the boy's corpse, but now Han Fei Directly on your own!

"It's too fierce, isn't he afraid? That's a 'ghost'!"

The two companions only woke up from the shock now, they ran to Han Fei, checked Han Fei's body, and looked at the taxi that seemed to have changed.

Absorbing the resentment of the boy's corpse, the car became even more frightening. There were faint sounds of people's conversations, cries and calls for help. After approaching, the temperature plummeted, as if riding in this car. will go to another world.

"Han Fei, are you okay?" Li Guo'er walked slowly to Han Fei's side. She witnessed the whole process and clearly saw what Han Fei looked like when he fought just now. At that moment, Han Fei was completely different from the usual Han Fei.

"I'm fine." Han Fei turned his head, his eyes made Li Guoer feel uneasy: "After I destroyed the boy's body, that cold voice sounded in my mind again."

"what sound?"

"I can't hear clearly, but now I can at least make one thing clear." Han Fei took off his mask and looked at himself on the window glass: "No matter how many things I forget, Han Fei will always have only one thing, and that is me. "