My Iyashikei Game

"Walk!"

Xiaoyou's mother's cell phone rang, and the woman covered in blood grabbed Xiaoyou's body and dragged her outside the house.

Li Gui appeared, and the situation had reached a very critical place. Xiaoyou and Xiao Jia also quickly grabbed Han Fei who was still thinking.

"Get out of here first!"

The soul bell on the door frame made people panic. All three heard the sound of the corridor door being hit by an external force. Something was about to come in from outside the building!

"Quick!"

When Xiaoyou and the others stepped out of the room, the corridor door on the first floor was completely knocked open!

Looking downstairs along the gap between the handrails of the stairs, a blood stained the first floor of the apartment almost instantly.

It was so fast that it was impossible to see what it was, only where it passed, everything was dyed blood red.

"It's here!"

No one knows what it is, and the sense of terrifying depression that goes forward makes Xiao Youyi's mother feel extremely frightened.

"Go to the seventh floor! Its target seems to be the room where the paper man is!"

The soul bell has been ringing, which is not only a kind of warning, but also an attraction to unknown monsters.

The three ran downstairs in the soul bell, they had no other choice.

Rush to the eighth floor, rushed to the corner of the eighth and seventh floors, at this time the blood red has spread to the fourth floor!

"Enter the house!"

Running forward, Xiaoyou's mother dragged Xiaoyou back to the seventh floor, followed by Xiao Jia with a bag, and Han Fei ran at the back.

He strode into the house and gently closed the open door.

Just as he closed the door, the blood flowed across the seventh floor, and there was a strange sound from the door, as if countless millipedes had crawled through, and fingers seemed to grow out of the cracks.

Don't look at it, just listening to the sound makes you feel very scary.

. The three of them hid on the seventh floor and did not dare to let out the air. They were very fortunate now that the blood-colored monster was not looking for them.

If he was confronted with such a terrifying thing in the apartment building, Han Fei couldn't imagine that he would still have a chance to survive.

"Is it gone?" Xiao Jia asked softly, but in exchange, Han Fei and Xiaoyou's mother gave him stern eyes.

Being stared at by one person and one ghost, Xiao Jia shrank his neck. He was surprised to find that Han Fei's inadvertent gaze was even more frightening than Li Gui's.

Closing his mouth wisely, Xiao Jia maintained his posture, not even daring to move.

More than ten seconds later, the sound of crashing, chewing, and paper figurines being torn up came from the ninth floor. The old man who lived on the ninth floor seemed to have guessed this long ago and avoided entering the bedroom in advance.

After a long time, the soul bell stopped ringing, and the suppressed aura slowly receded.

Han Fei got up slowly, he lay on the cat's eye and glanced outside, the blood tide subsided, and he vaguely saw a person wrapped in blood.

. The man was covered in wounds, all with smiling faces. It seemed that he had no legs, and his lower body turned into blood.

This monster is different from all the monsters that Han Fei has encountered before. Han Fei does not feel resentment and yin from it. It is not the same type of ghost as the boy's corpse and the hanged ghost, and it is also different from the clown's breath, it seems It's something that this desperate world has grown by itself.

"Leaving people's despair alone will definitely bring deeper despair..."

The monster seemed to feel something, it slowed down, turned his head and glanced, and Han Fei quickly avoided it.

"So keen! Can you even detect it with your sight?"

Han Fei covered his mouth and nose, if he made any noise at this time, the monster might come in!

There are similar scenes in many horror movies. The devil is about to leave, but the supporting character accidentally knocks over the bottle.

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, Han Fei controlled every muscle of his and made himself completely still.

Seeing that Han Fei was so vigilant, Xiao You and Xiao Jia didn't dare to ask anything.

Fifteen minutes passed, and there was no sound in the corridor. Han Fei took a deep breath and looked at the door again.

The eyes slowly approached the cat's eye. When Han Fei looked outside, a black and white turbid eye was also looking into the house through the cat's eye!

"It didn't go!"

Cold sweat instantly flowed out, and Han Fei's body became stiff. He had no ability to face such a terrifying monster at all.

After a short stay, Han Fei suddenly realized one thing. With the ability of the monster, maybe he was killed by the other party when he saw the other party. That guy would not give him time to panic unless the other party returned I want to play with him.

"How is it? Is that thing gone?" Xiao Jia asked. He found that Han Fei's face was a little strange, and suddenly had a very bad premonition: "Is it still there?"

"I'm not sure either." Han Fei held the company, and after a moment of hesitation, he slowly opened the door on the seventh floor.

It was cold and damp, with a stench of wind pouring into the house.

The three of them all stepped back, and they saw a puppet of the same height as a real person standing at the door.

This male puppet was wearing a chef's uniform and held a thick-backed kitchen knife that chopped bones in his hand. His face was scorched by the fire, leaving only two cloudy eyeballs like glass beads.

"When did this thing come here?"

. The corridor has returned to normal, but the cracks on the wall have increased again, and the blood-colored monster has left, but I didn't expect that there was another strange thing at the door of the house.

"He's a bit like the man we met on the fifth floor during the day." Xiao Jia reminded: "The man who married a ghost on the fifth floor is also a chef, his face was also disfigured by the fire, and his height and body were similar to this puppet."

"The question is why does it appear here?" Han Fei stared at the kitchen knife in the other's hand. He slowly approached and tried to take off the other's kitchen knife, but the kitchen knife seemed to grow together with the puppet. Can't take it off at all.

"It's so weird! In reality, the disfigured man made a puppet for his wife to conjure a ghost and marry a ghost. After dark, a puppet that looked similar to him ran around with a kitchen knife." Xiao Jia was a little scared, he didn't dare to look directly The puppet man's eyes did not dare to walk away from the puppet, for fear that the puppet would slash himself in the next second.

After a stalemate for a while, Han Fei found that the puppet had not moved, and he felt that he could no longer stay here.

"The paper maker is right, we have more important things to do."

Han Fei was the first to walk away from the puppet. He wanted to go back to the ninth floor to see if the paper maker was safe, but as soon as he arrived on the ninth floor, the soul bell rang softly again. It seems that people can't approach the ninth floor casually.

"The blood-colored monster probably hasn't gone far, or it's better to forget it." Xiao Jia opened his mouth and persuaded: "The old man Jiren has his own good looks. He has lived here for so long, and he must have more experience in dealing with danger than us. Let's leave as soon as he said, there is a saying that, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you."

Xiao Jia was scared out of his mind, and Han Fei didn't force it. When the three of them returned to the seventh floor, the chef puppet was still standing there, maintaining the previous posture.

"This puppet looks really evil, I'm so afraid that it will suddenly rush over and give me a knife." Xiao Jia hid behind Han Fei and Xiao You.

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that disasters come out of your mouth." Han Fei led the team to the fifth floor, and Xiao You, who was holding her mother's mobile phone, suddenly stopped.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I remember that my phone was dropped here, but I can't find it now." Xiao You looked at the empty corridor, a little strange.

Xiao Jia felt that it didn't matter: "Are you asking for a sword here? So many terrifying things passed by just now, and your mobile phone is estimated to have been taken to other places."

"I just think it's a pity, there are a lot of photos and videos of me and my mother in it." Xiaoyou was a little disappointed, she clenched her mother's phone, and vowed to never lose it again: " It's okay, let's go."

He said it was okay, but Xiao You kept looking around, trying to retrieve his phone.

When she passed the fifth floor, her eyes swept to a certain room, and her eyelids suddenly twitched.

"what?"

Raising her arms, Xiao You pointed into the house with a different face: "Look at that puppet in a wedding dress!"

Han Fei and Xiao Jia also stopped, and all three looked into the room.

In the mourning hall, which was arranged as a wedding room, there was a dining table filled with all kinds of meat and dishes, and the puppet in a wedding dress sat beside the dining table.

It was dressed very delicately, with red threads all over its body, its wooden left hand on the table, and the blood-stained right hand holding Xiaoyou's mobile phone.

"The puppet took my phone?"

The puppets are very human-like, and they look extremely awkward and terrifying.

The three stopped in place, and after a while, Xiao You walked towards the room on the fifth floor: "The phone contains the memory of me and my mother, I'll go get it back."

"Let me go." Han Fei stopped Xiao You: "I just want to see what the puppet is, and figure out the principle of marrying a ghost."

Holding the broken blood-colored paper figurine, Han Fei held the company with his backhand. He stepped on the white "囍" on the ground and entered the room.

Just after walking a few steps, Han Fei's ears moved. He was far beyond the five senses of ordinary people and caught very light footsteps.

Turning his head to look, Han Fei's pupils shrank suddenly and shouted loudly, "Be careful!"

Xiao Jia and Xiao You realized it later, and also glanced behind them, the chef puppet whose face was scorched quietly moved to Xiao Jia's back.

It stood on the steps, its tall body cast a shadow, and the huge kitchen knife was raised high, as if it would be aimed at Xiao Jia's neck and slashed in the next second!

"I go!"

Looking at the sharp blade, Xiao Jia's legs softened instantly. All this happened too suddenly, he was not mentally prepared at all, and was directly frightened to sit on the ground.

. When the three people's attention was attracted by the chef puppet outside the door, Han Fei suddenly felt a tingling pain in his hand. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the wedding dress puppet who was sitting next to the dining table had already stood in front of him.

The wedding puppet was holding chopsticks in its left hand, and when Han Fei turned around, the chopsticks stopped right next to his temple.

The puppet's face was only a few centimeters away from Han Fei, and Han Fei could clearly see the delicate makeup on the other's face.

"It's like a real person, as if a human face grows out of the wood." Han Fei stared at the puppet and didn't dare to move his eyes: "You two pay attention! It seems that as long as we look at it, it will not change, we We must ensure that they are always in our field of vision.”

After reminding Xiao Jia and Xiao You, Han Fei reached out and grabbed the mobile phone in the puppet's right hand. The wedding puppet did not resist. When it was looked at, it seemed like a very ordinary puppet.

Easily got the phone, Han Fei asked Xiao Jia to come and stare at the woman in the wedding dress, while he took the time to explore the room.

"Residents on the fifth floor can marry ghosts, and so can I. If I learn this ritual, then maybe

I can find that lost person too! "

The paper maker once said that believing in ghosts and ceremonies is dangerous, but Han Fei doesn't care about that. He doesn't belong to any of the five types of people, and he won't favor any one party. He only does what he thinks is right. thing.

"It feels like this puppet couple is playing a game of one, two, three puppets." Xiao You stared at the chef puppet outside the door, Xiao Jia timidly stared at the wedding dress puppet, and Han Fei quickly searched the house.

. The ghost marriage ceremony in the Yin house and the ghost marriage ceremony in the Yang house correspond to each other. Many things prepared by the chef with disfigured face in reality are also available here.

"Has that chef already succeeded? After dark, he will enter the puppet's body and meet his dead wife in the underworld?"

When Han Fei went to the fifth floor during the day, the wedding dress puppet was hidden in the quilt, and the whole body was covered with a thick quilt, so that there was no sunlight.

After nightfall, Han Fei entered the bedroom again, and he saw the man he met during the day lying naked on the double bed, with all kinds of weird symbols written all over his body.

"Is that the chef who controls the puppet's soul now?"

Staring at the symbols on the man, Han Fei wrote them all down with his perverted memory. He was going to try it on himself after he left.

"Han Fei? Okay? I can't stand it anymore! I always feel that this puppet will kill me at any time!"

"Hold on for a while." After reciting the symbols and words, Han Fei looked at the head of the bed again. The huge wedding photo was covered by a black cloth.

"I think the wedding photo is weird during the day, and I don't know what it will look like at night."

Han Fei reached out and took off the black cloth. There were no portraits in the wedding photo, only two huge blood holes.

"The person in the photo came out?"

. Moving the photo frame, a piece of yellow paper fell, and the process of conjuring a ghost and marrying a ghost was recorded in detail.

"Marrying a ghost needs to use the memories of each other as a bridge. It requires three steps: soul-inducing, summoning, and returning to the soul. You must also obtain an important item from the deceased's life as a medium..."

After reading it, Han Fei thought of a lot of things.

"The medium for the chef to marry the ghost should be this wedding photo they took together, my medium..." Han Fei looked down at the blood-colored paper figurine in his hand, he felt that everything was carefully arranged: "That woman I taught the chef to marry a ghost, and when I came here, I happened to witness everything, and I also got a paper figurine, which happened to meet the most basic conditions for holding the ceremony."

Seemingly coincidental, in fact, I don't know how many times the death was exchanged for the opportunity, Han Fei's hand gently held the paper man's body, and he silently recited the name.

.