My Iyashikei Game

"I am an extremely proud person, but I always feel inferior when I see you. This emotion is rooted in the soul, but he never told you."

"I used to think that kind of deformed love was terrifying, but after I got close to you, I realized why he was so caught up in it that he couldn't extricate himself."

"Don't look at me with that trashy look, I just said everything in his heart."

The dean didn't know what Han Fei was hiding, and he spoke out all his emotions in one go.

Evil cold light flashed in his eyes, the spirit of evil did everything he could, and such a perfect soft meal was in front of him, he really wanted to eat it by Han Fei's head, and wished he would be tied and thrown into Xu Qin's kitchen tonight.

It doesn't matter who eats who and how, braised or fried, as long as you can hold your thigh tightly, that's enough.

In his opinion, this may be the only use of that common soul.

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Han Fei, whose soul was severely wounded, shuddered, and some bad guys seemed to be trying to beat him.

Holding the broken blood-colored paper figurine, the other party wanted to tell Han Fei something, but because the injury was too serious, the blood on its body was rapidly fading.

"Just being glanced at by the gods, the soul seems to be sucked away. The gap between me and the unspeakable is really too big."

Han Fei now fully understands why Fu Sheng gave up everything and chose to be unspeakable. This power is too tempting. If Han Fei has the opportunity to master this power, he may also choose to fall into the depths forever and turn it into a taboo in the mouth of Bai Gui.

Several people came to the 50th floor together, stepped on the boundary constructed by the corpse, and watched the absurd world created by God.

"What's painted on the wall?" Han Fei found a very interesting scene. He was not afraid of the big sin. He carefully walked in the middle of the fifty-story corridor with Han Fei on his back, not daring to touch the walls on both sides. You must know that the previous style of Da Nie was rampant, and if there was no way, he had to make his own way.

"It should be a curse left unspeakable. I have seen similar patterns on mad believers." Ji Zheng took out his camera and took a few pictures of the wall: "There are no living people on the 50th floor, and the original building is restored. Like, I've heard people say that anyone who stays on the 50th floor for more than ten minutes will be left here forever."

Mr. Mo looked up at the surrounding corpses fused with the wall: "The rumors should be true. Have you noticed that the wall is slowly approaching us, as if ready to crush us?"

"Why don't we go downstairs now?" Li Rou was very worried about Han Fei's injury. As a half-deformed ghost, she was always treated as a monster by the aborigines, and only Han Fei regarded her as a real person.

"Li Xue's teacher is fighting against the power left by the gods alone. I don't know how he got that power as an ordinary person, but I can imagine the price he paid and the pressure he was under. In this deep world , now the only people who can help him are us."

Han Fei had too many reasons to keep going up, and he couldn't stop himself.

There were extremely terrifying forces growing in the corridors on both sides of the building, and the taboos were out of control. Han Fei and the others did not dare to walk on the corridors. After a circle, they came to the elevator on the 50th floor.

Han Fei's elevator card can only take them to the 49th floor, and the 50th floor can only be reached by those who are recognized by the gods. This floor is not only the tomb where all the rebels are buried, but also the transit point for the mad believers of the gods.

"Our elevator cards can't go to areas above the fiftyth floor..."

While he was worrying, Han Fei suddenly saw that the door of elevator car No. 19 could not be closed. He leaned over and took a look. The elevator door was violently damaged, and the elevator car seemed to be stuck on a certain floor.

Putting half of his body into the elevator shaft, Han Fei saw the elevator from this angle for the first time. It turned out that the so-called elevator was not "dead" at all, but huge heads.

To take the elevator is to walk into their mouths and let these huge human head balloons lift themselves up and down.

The pale cheeks, the stinky and rotten mouth, the dug out facial features, and the curse of the gods all over the body, this is the true face of the elevator.

The other elevator cars are still the same, and the No. 19 elevator car seems to be "killed" by some force.

"If the gods die, all illusions may be shattered, and this building made of human bones will reveal its cruelest side." Mr. Mo was still sighing that Han Fei had let the big evil get into the elevator shaft on his back.

"What are you doing?"

"Go up from here." Han Fei took a different path and found a special path.

"Are you sure you can walk this road?" Ji Zheng, the night police officer who was banned, didn't dare to follow him.

"You've already said that this is a road, what are you afraid of? Follow me, hurry up!" Han Fei let Da Xie open the way, climbed into the elevator shaft, and saw the thick blood scabs and all kinds of crawling inside the "well" Strange bloodworms that move.

The blood stain was pierced, and the big evil seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest. Countless monsters crawled out from the depths of the blood scab, and any resentment might be eaten up, but the big evil was indeed an exception.

All the monsters did not dare to approach the big evil, just like on Fu Sheng's memory shrine on the lake god island, the big evil born from the human face chrysalis innately suppressed all the monsters.

"Come here!"

Da Nie opened the elevator door on the 51st floor. Mr. Mo and the others were extremely shocked. Under the urging of Han Fei, they dared to climb up to Da Nie and entered the 51st floor through the elevator shaft.

"This road is good, quiet and few people, we will go from here in the future."

After the big villain leaves the elevator shaft

, all the soul worms and blood worms got into the blood again, and at a glance, they could not be found at all.

"People on the lower 50th floor say that the upper 50th floor is heaven, but there doesn't seem to be anything special here."

The area below the 50th floor is very similar to the old city of Xinhu a few decades ago. Above the 50th floor, various new era things begin to appear. The development of science and technology has changed life and brought new horrors.

The doors have been replaced with electronic locks, and the eyes in the surveillance cameras will occasionally blink on their own. Everything is moving forward. What remains the same is the growing lack of happiness and growing despair.

But there is one thing that cannot be denied. The upper fifty floors are gradually overlapping with reality. Maybe for people in the deep world, reality represents heaven.

"Don't be careless, don't believe anything you see. Those walls made of corpses are real. These are just what the gods want us to see. Don't be immersed in it." Mr. Mo tried to push away Next to the door, there are traces of people living everywhere in the apartment room, but there is not a single living person in the house, only one paper figure after another.

Those fathers, mothers and children who were made of waste paper stayed in different places in the house. They seemed to be doing their own things, but they stayed still for a while because Mr. Mo suddenly opened the door.

"The fifty-first floor is all paper figures?"

The 50th floor is the beginning of the transformation of the gods, and the 51st floor is the first floor after the transformation of the gods' life, and it also has a special meaning for the gods.

"That pseudo-god seems to have lost all his family. All he has left are the toys he made and some dummies who have been called fathers and mothers." Ji Zheng took out his camera and was about to take a picture when he suddenly saw the paper figurine with his head bowed just now. , is now turning his head to face him.

All the paper figures in the house had their eyes gouged out, and there were two deep holes left on their faces, but it was those two holes that made Ji Zheng feel deep fear.

"Kill these paper figures? Or leave them alone?"

"They seem to be obedient toys in the hands of the gods." Han Fei entered the house with the blood-colored paper figurine in his arms. He grabbed the child's paper figurine's hand and used the secret to touch the depths of his soul.

Confused, obedient, blank self...

What is certain is that a child's soul is trapped in the paper figurine's body. The child has lost all emotions. In a sense, he is indeed no different from the paper figurine.

"Do ordinary people want to live on the 50th floor and become absolutely obedient paper people?" This is no longer the corners of life that have been smoothed, but directly transformed into a soul and become a puppet.

Han Fei didn't kill the paper figurines. There were countless paper figurines hiding on the whole floor. It was too difficult to kill them.

"Soul of Evil's expansion is too slow. I need to find No. 2's other brain fragments as soon as possible. If I want to help Li Xue's teacher, No. 2 must be involved." Han Fei was walking in the corridor, and suddenly a drop The black rain fell on the back of his hand, he looked up in a trance, he was clearly in the corridor, why would there be raindrops falling on him?

"It's a strange feeling. After coming to this layer, the sense of tearing between reality and the deep world has almost disappeared. It seems that I have returned to reality. Will I not be able to distinguish between reality and the deep world?"

Staring at the black raindrops that quickly disappeared on the back of his hand, Han Fei had a very bad premonition, not only in the deep world, but also in reality.

As he got closer and closer to the unspeakable power, all aspects began to be affected by the unspeakable. It was not a specific attack, but a sense of despair that was difficult to describe.

"The lower fifty floors are like animal pens for keeping livestock in captivity, and the upper fifty floors are regarded as entering an indescribable door."

(End of this chapter)