My Iyashikei Game

"No one can kill the evil god, if he can, he will be the new god."

Ji Zheng hopes that Han Fei can have some more realistic ideas. The human column is the foundation of the building, and the owner of the garden cannot let people easily destroy it.

"No one has ever been able to enter the upper 50th floor by any other means. This is the rule."

"Stop sticking to your own way, aren't we here to shape new rules?"

Except for the big evil, no one is optimistic about Han Fei, and everyone stays away from the human column, as if those hideous and terrifying grimace will drag in the approaching people at any time.

"There is something that the great evil wants in the human column. Part of the shrine may be wrapped in countless victims. Everything is just like what happened in reality. The death of one victim, the bloody corpses piled up those people's corpses. Sin, this is their guilt!"

Han Fei grasped the dazzling human blade of the Butcher's Knife, and stretched out his hand towards the human column.

The deceased scrambled to bite at him, their bodies intertwined, and even the pillars seemed to tilt.

"You who don't even want to hurt the butcher knives in life, will you bite me?"

There is no kindness and trust in skyscrapers. The best way to prevent being hurt is to hurt others in advance. In such a deformed and chaotic place, even if the residents discover the secrets in the human column, their first reaction will be to attack like a big villain. other side.

But the fate of the big sin has been seen by everyone.

The skin that even the gods could not penetrate was easily pierced, and the black blood of the great evil almost dyed the stone clothes of the human pillar red.

The more people who hurt them, the more they will hurt them. How kind these innocent people who were sacrificed once were, how much malice they will now repay the world.

Han Fei should be the only exception for so many years. It is difficult for the butcher knife to cause harm to people who do not kill. It automatically avoids the dead and focuses on those gaps.

No matter how skilled the swordsman is, he can't cut the stone garment without hurting the human pillar, but Han Fei did it.

Not only did he not injure the deceased in the column of people, but the incomparably sharp butcher knife did not even have any killing intent. The sharpest butcher knife in the eyes of the wicked was more like a luminous galaxy in the eyes of the victims. Can't stop wanting to get closer.

Da Nie did not attack the human pillar any more, and the others avoided far away, only Han Fei touched the human pillar with his own hand holding the blade.

"Touch the secrets of the soul!"

Han Fei didn't know how to help these souls, so he wanted to ask them.

Boundless resentment crawled along Han Fei's arm to his head, as if a vortex appeared on the Kuroshio to swallow Han Fei in one bite.

Li Rou walked forward and wanted to help Han Fei, but Ji Zheng stopped him first. He shook his head slightly and handed a photo he took to Li Rou.

In the blurry photo, Han Fei stood in front of countless dead souls, holding fire from his heart to illuminate the abyss for them.

The souls of the victims in the human column ignored any defenses, they bit on Han Fei's consciousness and soul, and Han Fei's body was dragged by them into the human column a little bit.

The big evil circled wildly around the human column. It wanted to pull Han Fei out, but it was afraid of tearing Han Fei's body off.

"You stay outside! They want me to see the source of my pain!"

Han Fei is definitely not an impulsive person. The moment he touched the human pillar, he used the secret to touch the depths of the soul. The souls of those victims were imprisoned here, and the gods made them into black cloth to cover the shrine. Those innocents come to cover up their dirty and ugly hearts.

The consciousness of the victims was very confused and could not pass more information to Han Fei. In order to prevent them from being accidentally torn apart, Han Fei was also making a very crazy attempt.

He quietly released the slaughtering knife to gather souls. Those who had the best character in the world walked out of the slaughtering knife and merged into the gap of the human column. While filling the broken heart of the victim, it opened up a relatively safe way for Han Fei. the way.

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei's body was engulfed by the human pillar, his body was squeezed by countless stumps, and he went deeper and deeper under the gaze of the victims.

From the outside, the man column is not big, but after entering, it seems to be in another dimension, with corpses and stumps everywhere, this is the real sea of ​​​​corpses.

With the help of the souls of the Butcher Knife, Han Fei slowly sank to the center of the human column, and he saw the core of the skyscraper.

It was a statue of a god wrapped in stumps and corpses, and it was also the strangest statue that Han Fei had ever seen.

Half of the one-foot-tall statue is made of stone, and the other half is flesh and blood!

This god is like a living person, sitting cross-legged, with blurred faces, and holding two identical flowers in his hands.

"The skyscraper itself is a super-large shrine. Did I find the statue of the garden owner in the shrine?"

The human pillar is the key link of the building. The aboriginal people all know that this thing was arranged and built by the gods, but no one thought that the gods would hide one of their idols in the human pillars.

Looking at the half-deity statue made of flesh and blood, Han Fei clenched the handle of the knife with his fingers, and he twitched his arm up a little bit.

"No matter what you are, kill it first!"

Han Fei is very weak, only about 20 levels, but the butcher knife is a D-level special item, which can kill even hatred.

How could Han Fei let go of such a good opportunity, his mind was completely dominated by the thought of smashing the idol.

The blade of the dead slides in the flesh,

It was getting closer and closer to the god statue, but at this moment, the flesh and blood god statue suddenly opened its eyes!

"Is the statue alive?"

For a moment, Han Fei seemed to be flooded with ice water, his soul was frozen, and he even forgot to breathe.

He had never seen such a pair of eyes, deep, deep, and dark. The left eye seemed to be the night sky, and the right eye was like an abyss. It wiped out all human nature, leaving only a pair of eyes that see everything.

A petal fell from the hand of the statue, and all the stumps and corpses were instantly dyed red with blood. Han Fei seemed to be completely isolated in a certain space. He couldn't even open the attribute panel. It seemed that this was the real deep world!

With just one look, Han Fei lost all ability to resist, the restless souls were all soaked in blood, and the surroundings were dead silent.

Han Fei felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and his blood seemed to be completely frozen.

Under the gaze of those eyes, everything Han Fei had seemed to be worthless, and the pure darkness easily swallowed up all his persistence and hope.

Flesh, soul, memory, the road he has traveled so far is slowly shattered, Han Fei seems to be sucked into those eyes, sinking into the night, falling into the abyss.

"Is this the unspeakable power?"

A strong sense of weightlessness came, and Han Fei's mind began to collapse until the sea of ​​memory emerged from the Scarlet Orphanage, and the crazy laughter woke Han Fei up.

All his memories were torn apart, bringing him an endless chill. Above that sea of ​​ice, only one scene was an exception.

The morning sun is slowly rising, and the warm sunlight pierces the night, shining on Xinhu who just walked out of the night.

The memory that Teacher Li Xue gave to Han Fei dispelled the darkness and chill like sunshine, and made all the memories in Han Fei's brain melt from freezing.

After regaining consciousness, when Han Fei opened his eyes again, he and the flesh and blood statue were facing each other. The statue's hand wanted to be raised, but it was bound by black chains full of crimes!

"The arson case, the butterfly case, the Feng Shui case, the ghost pupil case, the Fu Jiayin house case... These are the chains of Teacher Li Xue!"

The most terrifying night policeman seems to be fighting the power left by the gods alone on the top floor, so that the gods cannot be distracted!

"It turns out that what I received...is the best gift."

Madness, pain, and despair poured out from the bloody orphanage like a torrent, scouring Han Fei's soul. He was like a giant wheel that crushed the ice layer, holding the butcher's knife and slashing directly at the neck of the idol!

The blade slashed, a petal slowly fell, and there was a bloodstain on the neck of the statue.

The petals fell to the ground, and a crisp sound came from Han Fei's soul. There were cracks all over the dazzling blade of death, and it seemed that it would crack in the next second.

After losing two petals, the red color on the flowers dimmed a little, the sea of ​​corpses was surging, and the dead were struggling, but no resistance could shake the eyes of the deity.

The stump drowned Han Fei, and the chain full of crimes dragged the idol into the sea of ​​​​corpses. The owner of the chain never thought of surviving. His best idea for the future was that he could drag the idol and be buried together.

There was a constant roar in his ears, and Han Fei felt that someone was holding him behind his back, and it broke away from the blood-red corpse sea!

One after another corpses fell from the human pillar, Han Fei was lying on the ground, most of the ghost patterns on his body were washed away, and the blood-colored paper figurine was badly damaged, holding his lower back tightly.

The god statue dragged Han Fei into the abyss with one look, which seemed to be an indescribable ability.

"When the song started, all the ghosts who heard the song would be affected, but the ability to sing is much different from that of the garden master, right?"

Big Evil bit Han Fei's clothes and tried his best to drag him back. Ji Zheng and Mr. Mo hurried to check Han Fei's injury. They were talking loudly beside Han Fei, but Han Fei couldn't hear a word.

He has not yet recovered from the negative effects of the unspeakable, and it will take a long time for him to recover his hearing, sight, and smell.

The blood gradually faded, and Han Fei's eyes gradually focused. He looked at the cracked human pillar and the ceiling that was beginning to crumble above his head.

Pieces of meat and stone chips fell one after another, and a large hole appeared on the ground on the forty-ninth floor, and they saw the scene on the fifty-fifth floor.

The fifty floors where ordinary residents are not allowed to enter are made up of countless corpses. All the corpses are wrapped with red threads and hung with large and small spirit bells. There is no living thing on this floor.

"You did it!" Ji Zheng shook Han Fei's shoulder: "But the area above the 50th floor seems to be different from what we imagined."

"Are you sure you want to go up?" Mr. Mo wrote a few words and stuck it on Han Fei, wanting to help Han Fei with his treatment.

"We have no reason to retreat." Han Fei looked at the hilt in his hand: "By the way, I saw the gods just now."

"You met him?!"

"Yes, I also gave him a knife." Han Fei recalled everything that happened just now, and he gently stroked the handle of the knife: "Let's go, keep going up!"

...

"Bang!"

The corridor door on the twenty-fifth floor of the skyscraper was blown to pieces in an instant. Hundreds of curses turned into ghosts and entered the corridor. A woman with the head of an evil spirit appeared on the twenty-fifth floor.

"It's his voice that's calling." The woman watched the forbidden power gather, without any thoughts of retreating.

"I just want to see if my voice can affect the operation of the building. After all, I have already occupied the seventh floor." The flesh and blood reshaped the body of the dean. woman ten meters away

square.

The woman frowned slightly when she saw the dean who was composed of stumps of flesh and blood. She threw away the head of the evil spirit and took out a table knife that was burning with hatred.

"It is his lifelong dream to be chopped up by you and put on the table. I can prove to you that the soul full of evil thoughts has imagined the scene of being eaten by you countless times. I hope you don't mind his distortion. Deviant and fanatical love!" The dean stepped back and pointed to the top floor: "The thread of fate has long been entwined, madam, the person you are looking for has already found you."

(End of this chapter)