My Iyashikei Game

Is the deep world a ghost? Is it the first-generation ghost that Manic Laugh said? Han Fei couldn't verify these things for the time being. He felt like he was standing blindfolded in a huge maze, relying on various subtle voices to determine the direction and explore forward.

"After death, the body rots and the soul dissipates. If the whole city is viewed as a single person. The city during the day is the body that is rotting, and the deep world where despair is deposited at night is the soul that is slowly dissipating."

While Han Fei was thinking, the big-headed baby in the rag doll quickly opened and closed his mouth, and black blood mixed with the curse poured out of his throat, and all the blood vessels in his body were shrinking.

"Save, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die in this baby's belly." The big-headed baby used his last strength to ask for help, his father couldn't bear it, even if he turned into a monster, he still moved forward slowly.

"Don't go there." Han Fei held the sharp knife in front of the man.

"But he's my son."

"That's still your daughter." Han Fei's voice was still cold: "Now it's time to make a choice, if you can only keep one child, do you choose the ghost with the son's body, or choose to be locked in the ghost's belly son?"

"I..." The middle-aged man clenched his hands and knelt down toward his son's body: "I'm sorry, I have lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose my son again. If you can save it, go save the ghost trapped in the ghost. The son in the womb."

The younger sister was once again abandoned by her father. From birth to death, until now, her destiny seems to be completely constituted by abandonment.

Just when the father made his choice, the long-haired son laughed, and a beautiful smile appeared on his delicate face. Gradually, the smile began to twist, and his eyes bulged outward, as if To bleed!

"Hahahaha!"

A shrill laughter came from the boy's mouth, and it was obvious that it was a girl's voice.

"You are really miserable. Even if you have a human body, you are still abandoned by the people closest to you." Han Fei's words were also very heartbreaking for ghosts: "The emotions and bonds between people are very difficult. Instead, you only have hatred in your eyes, and you shouldn't be able to understand this yet."

Han Fei walked forward holding the red rope: "If there is another life, I hope you can live a happy and happy life."

The boy standing in the corner had an extremely terrifying expression, the hatred of being abandoned again and again gathered in his eyes, his body bones made a crisp sound, and the originally normal body began to become deformed, just like her "human" life.

"The reason why the devil can escape the control of Paradise is probably because you can hide in the body of a living person. During the day, you get into your brother's body to play the role of your brother. At night, when your brother's body is asleep, you get into the body of the doll and go out. Hunt all game participants for more despair and hate."

"It seems that there are ghosts hidden in a small number of people in this city, and the extremely abnormal and abnormal psychology may be the ghosts growing in their hearts."

Most of these evil ghosts who are not controlled by Paradise are aggregates of some kind of emotion, and Xu Qin can also be classified into this category in a strict sense.

In fact, Han Fei thought of another thing in his heart. The hilt of the black knife in F's hand seems to be formed by countless wills, but the hilt is different from all evil ghosts, and the consciousness formed is also the same as that of the whole film. The deep world doesn't fit in.

Walking forward slowly, the boy's body has undergone great changes, but as long as the sister does not return to the body of the doll, her threat to Han Fei is very limited.

As the shackles of memory were slowly shattered, Han Fei's terrifying fighting instinct, amazing physical fitness, and incomparably firm will were slowly being unified, and he became stronger and more confident.

"Hee hee hee……"

The boy lowered his head halfway, his bulging eyes staring at Han Fei through the gap in his hair, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into reality.

"Hate should be a more terrifying emotion than resentment. Perhaps if enough hatred is collected, a ghost that is stronger than resentment can be created."

Now Han Fei has no reverence for hatred. When he was within three steps of the boy, the boy was like a wild dog in the alley, landing on all fours and biting at Han Fei!

Reaching out and grabbing the boy's neck, Han Fei pressed him to the ground and tied him with the red rope in the bed sheet and backpack.

"I don't know if this ceremony is useful. I will try to help you and see if you can save your daughter and son." Han Fei pressed the boy's back with his knees and took out the needs for the resurrection ceremony from his backpack. of various props.

The middle-aged man who was still kneeling on the ground suddenly heard Han Fei say this, and was a little uncomfortable. He really regarded Han Fei as a psychopathic serial killer, but now this murderer is very rational and wants to save himself. Son and daughter?

"I...thank you?" He knelt on the ground, not knowing what to say.

In the past, he also invited Daxian and Jianghu alchemists for his children. He spent a lot of money, but it was useless.

It's alright now. In the morning, two strange people rushed into the house to exorcise themselves. Although the process was a little scary, the result seemed to be pretty good.

"Are you two really wanted criminals?" The man had a doubt in his heart.

"Come and help! Burn all the clothes of the deceased on the bed, and write your son's birthday on this mirror!" This is not the first time Han Fei has held a resurrection ceremony, and his movements are fairly skilled.

Putting the items needed for the ceremony in their respective positions, Han Fei took off the boy's coat and painted the rune on the boy's body previously.

The middle-aged man also entered the house with a metal basin, and he put the clothes of the deceased under the bed board

Throw it all into the basin.

Those clothes looked ordinary, but they were hard to ignite.

It took a few minutes for the flames to ignite in the metal basin, the pungent corpse odor spread out, black viscous liquid flowed out of the clothes of the deceased, and several people present heard the wailing of the deceased.

As more and more clothes were burned, the boy's movements became smaller and smaller, but the hatred in his eyes did not subside.

"Open the curtains and let the sun in!"

The early sun rises, and the sun, which symbolizes hope and vigor, shines into the house, and the big-headed baby and the boy in the rag doll scream at the same time.

Han Fei cleared an area and connected the doll and the boy with a red rope.

The ritual taught by the mysterious man with the black avatar ended here, and Han Fei didn't know what to do next, so he could only stand by and wait.

Both the doll and the boy were struggling in pain, and the father next to him was also very heartbroken. He could only hold back and pour more oil into the brazier.

As the last clothes of the deceased were burned, the younger sister who was hiding in the boy's body stopped struggling, and the hatred in her eyes melted in the firelight.

The boy's expression slowly returned to normal, he raised his head slightly, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth, and told something he never had.

The flames slowly went out. Just when Han Fei thought the ceremony had failed, countless curse words appeared on the red rope. A blood-colored paper figure climbed out of Han Fei's clothes, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The curse penetrated into the bodies of the boy and the doll like a chain, and the two let out shrill screams. The boy struggled desperately and resisted with all his strength. Pull him straight out of the rag doll's stomach!

This domineering method scared the middle-aged man to death. He looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei was wearing a mask and was indifferent.

Licking his lips, Han Fei didn't know what Xu Qin wanted to do, but he believed in Xu Qin that no matter what the other party did, he would not interfere, only assist.

With the last blood vessel ruptured, the big-headed baby was gouged out by the curse and landed on the boy's navel, its head just resting on the boy's heart.

The big-headed baby, who was suffering, seemed to be driven by some force, digging into the boy's belly with his hands, as if he was going to get in there.

The boy suffered even more, and countless curses appeared all over his body, and finally converged on the position of his heart.

The blood-colored paper figurine's fingers slowly gathered, and when the heart-piercing screams sounded, the chains formed by the curse dug out a little girl's mutilated soul from the boy's heart.

In fact, it didn't look like a person's soul at all. Half of the child's body was stitched together with the discarded rag doll toy. There was only hatred in her eyes, and there was no emotion that any other person should have.

After the curse dug out the girl's soul, it directly crushed the big-headed baby, and a thin baby boy's soul flowed into the boy's body along the blood.

The body bound by the red rope and the sheets stopped moving, the runes painted all over the body began to disappear, the boy died under the fire and sunlight, and was reborn in the curse.

He opened his mouth sharply and spat out a large pool of black sticky substance, as if the person who had fallen into the depths of the swamp had finally been pulled out.

The red rope between the boy and the big-headed baby was broken, and the cursed chain trapped the soul mixed with the old rag doll, pulling it towards the paper man little by little.

The hungry paper man seems to have not eaten for a long time, and she has developed a strong interest in the soul of the girl who has gathered a lot of negative emotions.

The girl who was put together with the rag doll screamed, and in addition to hatred, her face showed the second emotion-fear.

The cursed chains rattled, and Han Fei stood behind the blood-colored paper figure, blocking the sunlight for her.

With nowhere to hide, the ragdoll's soul is pulled in front of the paper figure, drowning thousands of curses.

The ragdoll girl gathered all the hatred of being abandoned, and the curse of those people has always echoed in her ears, and now everything is swallowed by the blood-colored paper man.

"Hee hee hee, dad, hee hee..."

At the last moment, the deformed soul glanced at her father who abandoned her again, and the hatred in her eyes dissipated with her soul.

The cursed chains returned to the paper figurine's body, and the paper figurine's clothes lost their paper texture, as if they were really wearing clothes.

The mutilated body was covered, the paper man's eyes were opened, and a faint black fire swayed in the curse, she still needed more food, more hate and more curse!

The floating curse fell on the new clothes, and the blood-colored paper man blew the ashes off the ground, held the red rope, and leaned against Han Fei.

"I've never seen someone so gentle."

Han Fei picked up the paper figurine, his white smiling face mask and the blood-colored paper figurine's new clothes reflected each other, strange, crazy, dangerous and romantic.

. "Are you feeling better?" The middle-aged man picked up his son who was still vomiting on the ground, and the whole room was filled with a stench.

"He shouldn't be a big problem." Han Fei put away all the items for the ceremony: "This smell is too strong, the neighbors will smell it soon."

"I'll send you off." The middle-aged man got up from the ground: "I really misunderstood you before, I can prove to the police that you are good people..."

. "No, your wife hiding in the master bedroom should have already called the police, and you have no ability to prove whether I am a good person." Han Fei glanced at the other party coldly, then waved to Li Guoer: "Let's go."

"Don't kill them to silence them?" Li Guo'er put the blade on the neck of the middle-aged man.

"This is a residential area, and the screaming will attract more neighbors' attention." Han Fei strode outside without stopping.

From breaking into the high-end community to leaving, Han Fei didn't take long. He seemed reckless, but in fact calculated every step accurately.

The two left the other way, climbed over the fence, and got into a taxi.

"Where are you going now?"

"Ask Li Guo'er, she has rich experience in escape, and I am still in a state of amnesia." Han Fei looked at the red rope at his fingertips. After eating the evil ghost that was pregnant with hatred, the originally dim red rope reappeared. Blood red.

Hearing Han Fei say that he lost his memory, several people in the car didn't know how to answer the call. With their imagination, they couldn't guess how cruel Han Fei was in the past.

The siren sounded, and they almost walked away, just in time.

"Han Fei, how do you know that his wife called the police in the bedroom?" Li Guo'er was a little scared, she couldn't see through Han Fei: "You know that the other party called the police, why are you so calm to hold the ceremony? If we go in and kill Will they be faster and safer?"

"I'm just making decisions based on my own instincts. In fact, I also really want to know what kind of person I am."

Not long after escaping from the community, Han Fei first put Xiaoyou out of the car and asked her to observe the police movements in the city and go to see her family casually.

It was already dawn, but there were still fewer vehicles on the road at this time, and the two wanted by the city drove towards a more remote place.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Han Fei received a call from Xiao You to Xiao Jia.

. The urban area is already in chaos, the citizens are in a panic, and they are extremely fearful and hated for the eleven wanted criminals. The wanted notices about them can be seen on all TV stations and advertisements, and the white mask has become a very bad symbol. .

"We obviously want to save more people, but we are treated as wanted criminals, hated and spurned by everyone, and can only hide in the darkness that they can't see. This feels really aggrieved." Xiao Jia took it down. He took off his wig and wiped the sweat from the top of his head: "It's okay to be chased by ghosts in the dark night, and to be chased by the police at dawn, it's simply not giving us a way to live."

"Stay alive?" Han Fei looked back at Xiao Jia: "Night and day seem to represent two different choices, and I seem to have remembered something."

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