My Healing Game

"Night Barbershop? The name of this shop doesn't feel very formal."

Looking at the shattered hair all over the floor, Han Fei didn't know where he should be stepping on. This was definitely the dirtiest and messiest barbershop he had ever seen.

"Boom!"

After Han Fei entered the store, the man turned around and closed the rolling door, leaving only the two of them in the room for an instant.

The cracked mirror reflected Han Fei's face, and the panic in his eyes almost overflowed.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing, and the middle-aged man did not hide his malice in the slightest. He directly took a pair of scissors from the bar next to him.

"Young people, they often walk at night, but they are easy to hit ghosts." The sharp scissors made a clicking sound, and the middle-aged man revealed his arms. All the fingers of his hands were cut off, and he re-stitched them with needles and threads. Again, it looked very weird.

"Thank you for saving me. Their family is really crazy. They are also going to cut off my limbs and let me stay in their home forever." Han Fei still didn't seem to realize the problem, his voice carried With a trace of gratitude, he still showed an undecided look at this time.

"Their family are indeed lunatics, but..." The man's head slowly twisted: "You can live with them somehow, now you don't even have a chance to live."

There was a weird smile in his mouth, and the man’s eyes were full of excitement and triumph. He felt that his luck was very good: "The owner of this shop went to the beast alley. He needs a doorman, so he made me alive Doll. Look at the needlework on my arm, look at the knife mark on my arm, look at my face!"

The man became more and more excited. He held the scissors and kept showing Han Fei the scars on his body.

Thin needles stitched his skin together, and the middle-aged man felt like a ragdoll made of human skin.

In the extreme torture, the man has gone crazy. He desperately wants to vent this pain. He wants to re-exercise what he has encountered on Han Fei.

"I will make you what the shopkeeper wants, and then let you succeed me here. But don't worry, I'm not as cruel as the shopkeeper, I will only break your chest and neck." The man said to Han Fei. Come.

"Aren't you the shop manager here?" The panic on Han Fei's face slowly dissipated: "People who can open a shop in this kind of place are scary. I really want to meet him. The barber shop is a new industry. ."

"Pretending to be crazy and stupid doesn't work for me, do you have any last words?" The needle thread on the man's face was about to split, and his body was stuffed with blood-stained hair.

"The little things look very unique." Han Fei pretends to be a pig and a tiger to prevent being attacked by top resentments. After all, in the deep world, the roles of prey and hunter will change at any time.

But now that Han Fei is sure that the barber shop manager is away, he doesn't have to continue acting.

Opening the spiritual altar, Han Fei let the crying and Yinglong walk out, and the two resentments joined forces to beat the man until he was almost gone.

"The manager of the night barber's shop went to the beast alley. Maybe I can meet him again. Let's keep this human skin doll."

Han Fei picked up the man on the ground, his only yin Qi was swallowed by crying, leaving only a tattered skin.

"Touch the secrets of the soul."

Han Fei felt deep fear and anxiety from the man. The fear hidden in his heart originated from someone.

Since the secret level of touching the soul was escalated, what Han Fei could feel became more and more specific. He could even touch Li Gui's heart to restore the most impressive person in his memory.

"From the impression of a man, the manager of the barber shop is very powerful, definitely not an ordinary resentment!"

Han Fei took the neighbors to deal with ordinary resentment easily, and the middle-level resentment would be a little strenuous. If he tried his best, he could beat it, but he couldn't kill it.

If you encounter top-level resentments like Jin Sheng and Xiao Ba, then it is good luck to be able to escape.

After folding and compacting the man's skin, Han Fei stuffed it into the altar, and then let Yinglong search the items in the store.

Yinglong has worked in a convenience store for a long time. He has seen all kinds of good things. He has developed a smart eye and can find babies that are hard to notice with ordinary grievances.

"Manager, there is a lot of grievance left on the wigs in this barber shop."

Yinglong led Han Fei into the depths of the barber shop. After opening the bed, everyone was shocked.

Other barber shops shave their customers' hair, this shop shaves their customers directly.

The head of the barber shop cut off the heads of regret and resentment, and used their hatred and despair to warm the hair. Those hairs were filled with yin, like the toughest rope.

"Is the yin in this hair useful to you?"

"it works."

"Then what are you waiting for? After sucking up the yin, let's run quickly! At this time, we will be caught by the barber shop manager. Even if we have done nothing wrong, it is probably not clear."

Inside the barbershop, there are people's heads, and the expressions of those heads are very painful. Han Fei is also helping them to get rid of it.

There are so many yin and living corpses in a small barber shop. Han Fei never thought that before he came, the barber shop manager seemed to be plotting a major event.

After swallowing the last bit of yin in the barber shop, the crying body changed.

The child’s cry sounded in his ears, and all the mutilated thoughts within ten meters of him were affected. Sadness, pain, despair, countless negative emotions poured out from the bottom of my heart, constantly beating on reason like a wave.

The air became extremely depressed, and all the happiness and joy in the world seemed to disappear instantly, as if God had pressed the switch that controls human emotions at that moment, and everyone and ghosts only had grief and despair left in their hearts.

With blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, the thin crying stretched out his hands, he picked up the broken spiritual altar that no one cared about, and found a crumpled photo from the bottom of the spiritual altar.

In the photo, a timid child can be vaguely seen, and an adult with his face smeared is standing beside him.

The yin qi solidification ~www.readwn.com~ almost turned into substance, my eyes bleeding and crying staring at the photo, looking at myself in the photo.

He reached out several times to destroy the photo, but it still can't do it now.

The picture seemed to represent something in the memory for crying. It thought it could destroy that thing after it became stronger and more terrifying, but it turned out that he still couldn't do it.

His nails pierced the skin, despair and pain made him lose control, and sharp thorns began to appear on his thin body, like thorns.

Those spikes that are countless times sharper than a knife are transformed from sad and painful emotions. The crying that swallows a lot of Yin Qi seems to have a new ability. Not only can he affect the emotions of others, but also his own grief. And pain manifests itself in another form.

"The stronger the strength of resentment, the stronger the pain and despair in their hearts?" Han Fei knew the experience of crying, and he felt a little distressed for this child.

Reaching out and gently grabbing the thorny arm, Han Fei squatted in front of the crying body: "Don't worry, sooner or later you can do what you want, and we will always be with you."