My Iyashikei Game

Eight classes correspond to eight buildings, and these students with special personalities will become the food on the ghost's dinner plate and the offerings placed in front of the shrine.

Their deaths can be exchanged for the security of the stronghold for half a year. This is something that many adults know.

On the streets shrouded in darkness, the doors and windows of every household are closed, children are walking on the long street, and adults are hiding behind the cracks to peek.

No one stepped forward to stop them, and no one said a word for those children.

The team exuding resentment slowly walked out of the security area of ​​the stronghold. Teachers of each class began to lead the team, and they had to safely send their respective classes to different buildings.

Many children left the stronghold for the first time and set foot in the area occupied by ghosts for the first time. They dared not speak, watched everything nervously, and secretly made up their minds to kill the ghosts with what they learned in school!

The innocence of children and the indifference of adults are intertwined, cruel and realistic.

"Teacher, let's follow the third class." The monitor No. 5 stood behind Han Fei and said in a low voice, "It seems that we are not the only ones who will have a showdown with the principal tonight."

The first class led by Yan Lan left, followed by the second class led by Zhang Menglan. The city in front of them was like the mouth of a giant beast, and those who entered the class soon disappeared.

After all the classes left, the seventh class led by Han Fei did not follow the original route to the black building, but followed behind the third class led by the principal.

"There are people in the stronghold who support the principal, and there are friends of the principal in the black building. Our best chance to do it is at the assessment site and the stronghold."

The night has swept away all traces, and the absent children are like a group of untrained ghosts, and like the tides gushing out of the abyss, quietly flowing through the street.

In the white darkness, the eighty children had completely changed their appearances. On these juvenile faces, hidden horror monsters were tortured one by one. It's not for the fearless killing in the middle of the night.

Half an hour later, singing was heard outside the city commercial street, the traffic lights at the intersection of the Thirteen Thieves lit up, and the eighth class led by the principal stopped outside the commercial street exit.

What used to be the most commercial area in the old city of New Shanghai and Shanghai has now become more gloomy. It looks like a living person from the outside, and even these mannequins are covered with tooth marks and scratches.

"Come out, he's been with me for so long, what does he want to do?" The headmaster, who was shrouded in white robes, looked at the place where the song was playing. In the shadows stood a bride in a red wedding dress. You hugged your lover. head, with a morbid and crazy expression.

"Zhang Menglan, he is more stupid than you think." The principal shook his head: "You gave him a chance."

In response to the principal, there was only no singing. Zhang Menglan's song was a melancholy blue. It seemed that these notes could not directly penetrate the mind and affect people's minds.

"Love makes people blind. What he does will kill the students who are missing in the class, and also implicate the survivors who are missing in the stronghold."

The principal asked the missing students to retreat into the store next to them, but I was there to protect those children, I was just to protect the sacrifices and complete the transaction with Guanya.

"Hypocritical, disgusting, he always said that he was for the survivors, but he allowed anyone to access his stronghold. He was thinking about us at all, he just treated us as his own domestic animals!"

Zhang Menglan held his head in his arms, blue veins appeared under your neck, and the singing attracted the ghosts hidden outside the commercial street.

Driven by this melancholy song, the ghost in the white darkness rushes towards the principal, and you yourself are like the ghost's bride, sad and ugly, dancing and singing under death wearing a wedding dress.

"He's the strongest teacher out of all the teachers. The reason why you left him outside the school is because you feel sorry for him and hatred." The headmaster's voice changed quickly, and the scars on my face looked like bugs You felt wriggling, the resentment belonging to the ghosts poured out of my body, the ghosts close to the principal were pressed to the ground, and they could only kneel and worship.

After I took off my hat, the principal completely saw these ghosts, and didn't even look at Zhang Menglan. My eyes were on the crossroads.

The red light flashed, a small amount of dirty blood dripped, and the body of a school security guard was pierced by chains and collected under the road behind the principal.

"Hate, he is your most beautiful teacher, why did he stop you?" The headmaster's body swelled up a little under the white robe, and I showed a serious expression: "Assess your feelings, the stronghold No one will be buried with you, so the ugly truth needs you to be more ugly and less ugly?"

There was a harsh sound as the metal collided with the ground. Hate jumped up from the seventh floor of the commercial street, and you stood between the principal and Zhang Menglan.

The low figure looks abrupt in the white night, no one can ignore the hatred, where you stand in the basket, the ghosts are easy, and the yin is in and out.

"Let Zhang Menglan leave, you will help you send the students from the class to the red building." Wearing a white suit, the metal spikes under the ridge of hatred extend to both sides, piercing the flesh and blood, you seem to feel that you are completely sense.

"Leave? Hate, he seems to have forgotten one thing, you are the principal of the school, you have the final say in that school, and any of them can only obey!" The principal's body full of scars ended the distortion, and it was passed from flesh and blood. The roar of resentment, my left arm proliferated, the scars turned into a split mouth, the breath of resentment overlapped and intertwined, and gradually formed a kind of hatred for everything in the world and Han Fei!

With the help of Bailou Guanya, the principal digs the ghosts into his body. Although I still haven't ignited Han Fei's white fire, your feeling of embracing has not surpassed your sense of small resentment. Discounts are a monster of discounts!

"Have you shown your other side for too long, they should really think their personality

Can I fight against you?" The resentment sealed in the left arm roared and smashed towards the hatred, the principal crushed you, did he keep anything?

Looking at the small resentment in the opponent's arm, the hatred was that he did not move forward, but took a step back.

There are bloodstains in your eyes, the metal under the back ridge pierces every layer of flesh and blood, and the muscles of the whole body are compressed to the extreme, frantically accumulating power!

Resentment, hatred, hatred, all the negative emotions that are not there can cause any disturbance to you, even this giant ghost far exceeding your size can make you half a step forward.

Fear and fear, always backwards!

The power in his mind was surging all over his body, his hatred suddenly accelerated, and he threw his fist at the small resentment dropped by the principal!

"Peng!"

The glass on both sides of the commercial street was all shattered, and there were several cracks under the ground, and Bai Ye seemed to be torn apart.

The headmaster's distorted giant left arm dropped sharply, and the small resentment's face was pierced!

The smoke and dust dissipated, and hatred stood among the shards of glass on the floor. The hideous blood lines on your body were mixed with the metal totem. The phalanx of your left fist was deformed, piercing the skin, and a small amount of curses drilled back down your body along the wound.

For ordinary people, there is no way to endure happiness, but you don't even have the qualifications to make hatred frown. The wires and flesh stick together, and you raise your fists again.

"The fearful personality is indeed very weak, but can he be truly fearful? Does he have any traction and nostalgia? Is he willing to fully stimulate the potential of the fearful personality with the belief of mortal death?" The left arm gradually turned ugly, and before this small resentment was pierced by hatred, a more terrifying Guan Ya breath gushed out.

The headmaster's body was distorted more deeply, the white robe was torn apart, and the dense scars on my body were all traces left by the fusion ghost.

I seem to have been trying my best, and finally with the help of Bailou Han Fei, Han Fei's breath appeared in my body.

"The principal has a lot of personality. At the end of the game, Gu Wei was elected as the principal because of his low reputation, but in the process of digging out ghosts, I was attacked by ghosts. Now I am half-human and half-ghost in my body. I should be completely on the side of the ghost." No. 7 shoved Gao Cheng heavily: "Teacher, he should lead the principal here. It's useless to hate the teacher, it will make you hurt too badly."

"Bring it here" Gao Cheng walked out from the other side of the commercial street and tossed the coin heavily: "It seems that you should take the shot."

The greedy white mist surrounds the body, and the devil wakes up in the abyss.

Sickness, jealousy, and constant resentment quietly emerged, and various negative states were imprinted on the headmaster.

"Prisoner?"

The headmaster, who was about to do all he could to kill the hatred, moved his eyelids, and my small deformed body turned sharply and looked to the other side of the street. "You just said that the outside of the school is too abnormal recently, and it seems that nothing makes you very comfortable. The power is constantly growing, it turns out that this person is him! Retreat into the mysterious building, pretending to be a low-level pollution, is his real target you?"

"You're just for the children in the class." After Gao Cheng said that, the principal lit up directly.

"He who is despicable and shameful will rebel against you for the sake of the students? The torturer. His power comes from greed and ambition, but greedy women who are beyond his ability will also burn him to ashes." The principal still showed no calmness. , It seems that even if I deal with Guanya and hatred at the same time, I don't have the confidence to win.

"Whatever he says, you're too lazy to explain to the dead." Gao Cheng raised his left finger to the headmaster, the abyss in his mind boiled instantly, a white mist spread out in front of my back, and a huge axe slashed on the ground. Next: "Kill me for you!"

A small resentment Guan Ya climbed out of the abyss of greedy beans and ran towards the principal.

"Looks like what a good thing he found outside the mysterious building, even the machines polluted by the school inspector can be deceived. When you kill his ghost and turn him into a stick, you will let him take everything away. I spit it out without any secrets." The principal gave up his hatred and stared at Gao Cheng with a grim expression: "You should delay and thank him for his gift."

The ghost and the principal's flesh and blood were fused together, and only Fu Zhenhua's giant hand crossed the small building in the commercial street and grabbed Guan Ya's giant axe.

The axe blade with the condensed killing intent cut directly into the headmaster's palm, but a strange thing happened at that time. There were several threads of Han Fei's silk emerging from the headmaster's arm. Down, following the axe frantically crawled Yan Lan's body.

The principal's personality is not used much. It is a positive and kind character, but it has not been completely deformed into another thing before breaking through human nature again and again.

The small resentment that merged with the body of the retired principal and the other ghosts are the main body. It is useful to destroy them a few times. If you want to kill the principal, you must smash my personality.

The tentacles of Han Fei from Bailou are attached to my personality. These tentacles of Han Fei are the key to the principal not being able to dig out my ghosts.

"No wonder the principal doesn't have the confidence to deal with the eight teachers. Half of my body hasn't been deformed into Han Fei."

Yan Lan was condensed from the killing intent of a small number of death row prisoners. The principal thought that it would be very difficult to dig it out. It could be done in a short period of time. Yes, I only need to control Yan Lan now. God pollution is enough to destroy Gao Cheng. drag down.

All kinds of negative emotions poured down, and even the starlight was suppressed or stopped. Gao Cheng made a move that no one expected. I turned around and ran away.

Sacrifice a small grudge obtained by a prisoner on death row in a prison and give up when he says he will give up. It's just the principal, and even Guan Ya himself is at a loss.

"What did he get outside the mysterious building? Did he take his life so much in the future? Could it be that this thing is more important than that small resentment?" The principal wanted to prevent the eight teachers from joining forces, so I was going to kill one of them first.

Zhang Menglan is the strongest, there is no threat, the hatred is the weakest, and it will be resolved in a while

Absolutely, in comparison, the best choice is to kill Guan Ya first.

In the headmaster's mind, Guanya has few tricks, a ruthless heart, and a very strange ability, so he can definitely stay less.

While the principal weakly merged with Yan Lan, he dragged his lowly deformed body and chased after Guan Ya.

The floor collapsed, and the ghosts in the commercial street fled, and the fast ones would be directly crushed by the principal.

Seeing that he was chased down, Gao Cheng rushed towards the place where the students in his class were hiding. Seeing that scene, he frowned with hatred, and there was no way to hide the love in his eyes.

You who wanted to take Zhang Menglan away weakly, clenched your fists and chased after you.

You care about the life and death of the torturer, but you are willing to see a group of students killed.

The principal also thought that Gao Cheng would be so mad and take tonight's sacrifice as a hostage, and my expression instantly changed to you. The blood sacrifice continues, and the transaction can be interrupted, especially before Han Fei's power is used.

Han Fei's tentacles flying in seven places weakly avoided the room where the students were hiding, and the headmaster's small body was under the building next to him.

Debris was flying, and I saw Gao Cheng shamelessly standing in front of the students in his class, even with an intriguing smile on his face.

"That's what he wants to be. Let you help him find himself."

A child's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the principal didn't notice it at all. When I realized it, the little child hadn't raised his arm.

"Is there a fear? Does he also have a fearful personality?"

"It's wrong, it's because your fearsome personality is too the same as others." No. 1's mind escaped from the power of the personality of the same child. I have no negative emotions, and the two children penetrate the memory. The barrier, saw the principal's low-level distortion personality.

The difference in size between the principal and No. 1 was too small, Gao Cheng held the Butcher's Knife without worry, but No. 7 beside him indicated that I was here to intervene.

"What he needs to do now is not for you to feel sorry for me."

"How do you feel?"

"After being sent back to the above-ground orphanage, the experimenter said that if he could survive forty-four experiments, he would spare no children. But at that time, no one could survive the forty-four experiments. We simulated The results show that the probability of surviving 44 trials is 1 in 10,000."

"How about coming?"

"In eight years, No. 1 replaced my sick child and survived 444 trials. I created a miracle." No. 7 looked at the figure of the low child: "Always pursue freedom, forever I know how to give up and always stand at the back of all the children I don’t have. I am the youngest among you who is 8 years old, and I am a well-deserved number one.”