My Iyashikei Game

My Healing Game Chapter 816 Fifty-first

Han Fei has not yet met the conditions for quitting the game. No matter what happens in reality, he can't leave.

Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, he still decided to continue his exploration. If reality and the deep world could not be balanced, he would choose to stay in the deep world, because there were too many things that could not be given up.

"The items left by the dancers are placed in the safe house on the 50th floor, or let's take them out first." Mr. Mo held the radio that was about to shatter: "The dancer said that the items in the safe house were Maybe help us get out of the building."

"Do you know which floor it's on?"

"The radio can still be used once." Mr. Mo made up his mind: "I have a very bad feeling right now, my whole body seems to be soaked in an invisible sea, and a force is dragging my body, causing me to sink. So I wanted to do the last thing the dancer gave me while I was still awake."

Mr. Mo was also affected by the unspeakable. Everyone didn't see it at all, but only set foot on the upper fifty floors where it was located, and was crushed on the spiritual level. This is the true strength of the unspeakable.

"Alright." Due to the pressure of being unspeakable, everyone was ready to determine the location of the dancer's room first.

Han Fei found an empty room and let Da Xie guard the door while the rest guard the passage.

The radio that was about to be shattered was placed in front of Da Xie. Mr. Mo took off his coat and put it under the radio. The black flame instantly burned: "Now, let it inject soul poison and obsession!"

There were screams on the radio, and the edges began to crumble.

The soul poison fell, and the screams in the radio became louder and louder. When the radio casing was completely shattered, everyone saw a cursed ear and half a disfigured face.

It was still bleeding, as if it had just been cut.

"This is what that radio really looks like? The dancer is holding his severed ear every day? What is he listening to?"

"That was a gift from his best friend! Quickly ask the location of the safe house!" Mr. Mo's body was burning with his clothes, and he himself seemed to be a book full of dead words.

"We have reached the upper fiftieth floor, where is the room you once lived in?" Han Fei shouted into the ear.

The disfigured half of the human face trembled in the black fire and soul poison, and the voice of a dancer came from the torn mouth.

"I live on the 80th floor, and the first safe house is on the 50th floor. It was the taboo on that floor that helped me. Don't disturb anyone, and secretly find a grave room full of tombstones! Remember! Be careful! Mirrors! The mirrors in the building are not clean!"

The dancer wanted to convey more information, but the half of the human face seemed to have suddenly seen something very terrifying. It actively melted in the black fire and turned into a corpse.

"The dancer can escape from the skyscraper because there is a taboo to help secretly. I am a little curious about the identity of the other party."

"Don't be curious about others, let's take care of ourselves." The fearful boy next to Ji Zheng seemed to be out of control again. Ji Zheng hugged his head, but it didn't work. There was something invisible to the naked eye that was constantly stimulating with the child.

"What do you think the power of the gods will be?" Han Fei found that he was getting lost. This was an irreversible process. He himself knew that it was in the deep world, but everything around him was slowly approaching reality. Maybe At some point, he would sink in and never be able to leave.

When facing the statue before, Han Fei remembered very clearly that just a statue can block all his abilities and trap him in a special field.

"The biggest difference between unspeakable and ordinary hatred is that the area they are in is only their own." After Mr. Mo burned his coat, he became much weaker: "If you compare this world to a super-giant first-generation ghost If so, we are all souls living in this ghost, and we need to live according to the rules of the first generation of ghosts. But it cannot be said that they have gotten rid of the restrictions of the rules, and they can be regarded as new ghosts."

Hearing what Mr. Mo said, Han Fei suddenly remembered what he heard about the power division of ghosts and monsters when he was in Xingfu Community.

Regret, resentment, hatred, they are not called ghosts, but a certain emotion is constantly fermenting.

"You two better not talk nonsense, talk about this on an unspeakable site, courting death?" Ji Zheng kicked away the ashes on the ground and walked forward with the fearful boy in his arms: "Since you know that the safe house is here Layer, then don't ink, this child is about to be unable to hold on."

Even if he has become a night policeman, the soft part of Ji Zheng's heart has not changed. He is not the best reporter, but it is undeniable that he was the most popular reporter.

"If you're looking for a burial house, I can help." Li Rou cut her wrist and clenched the blood flowing from her veins. As a half-deformed ghost, she could sense the location of the large burial houses nearby: "This floor's Tombs are few and concentrated in the north."

Han Fei and the others were walking south at first, and they didn't encounter anything unusual, but when they started walking toward the north of the floor, all kinds of strange things happened.

Those paper figurines who were originally at home hid behind the door panel and peeked at Han Fei along the crack of the door. They all seemed to come to life at the moment Han Fei made his decision and pointed at Han Fei.

Knowing that they were paper figurines, Han Fei still had an illusion, as if he had returned to reality one day and was regarded as an alien by everyone.

"Verbal violence is terrible, but luckily I'm used to it."

In Han Fei's heart

, the fifty-first floor is like a place where children play at home. Maybe the gods just built this place as a toy for themselves. When he wants to experience certain emotions, he will come over and treat the paper people as family members. and friends.

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Passing through the two corridors, Li Rou was about to move forward when a ball suddenly rolled out of the door.

The security door was opened, and a fat boy with a ruddy face ran out. He embarrassedly picked up the ball: "I'm sorry"

Before he finished his apology, the fat boy saw the hideous sin.

"Why are there children on the paper man's floor?"

"Don't be careless!" Ji Zheng took out his camera to take a picture, and the figure of the little fat man was penetrated by two ropes of fate of completely different colors, one dark as ink and one as red as blood: "This child seems to be totalitarian!"

At the same time as Ji Zheng's reminder, there was also the scream of the little fat man. He sat on the ground in fright, shouting father and mother.

The very imposing security door was completely pushed open, and two paper monsters crawled out of it.

My mother is like a centipede, with a hundred tiny claws, her body crawling, and her mouth is constantly abusing and cursing a person.

Dad is one-legged, but his body is strong like a monster. Every time he jumps, a lot of black paper falls from his body.

"This child seems to be God's childhood playmate. As one of God's friends, that God killed his parents and made him the same person as himself." Ji Zheng seems to have heard the story of this little fat boy : "The paper figurines on the 51st floor seem to be rushing this way, don't waste time with him, it's meaningless."

Han Fei nodded, and he motioned everyone to follow the big evil: "Rush over! Find the grave first!"

The wound on the top of Dae's head has healed, and everyone ignored the little fat man and rushed north with all their strength.

The neglected little fat man cried even louder on the spot. Paper figures walked out of the room one by one. They looked in the direction Han Fei left, and their faces gradually began to change.

Some facial features gradually became similar to Ji Zheng, and some more and more like Mr. Mo, but more paper figurines began to have the same face as Han Fei.

Tears dripped down his cheeks, and the chubby boy slowly raised his drooping head. His face was covered in tears, but the corners of his mouth were torn to the sides, revealing jagged teeth.

"Mom, Dad, I don't want birthday presents anymore, I want you to help me kill him."

The mother who was made of paper figurines cursed the boy, and the one-legged father didn't move. The two most monster-like family members hoped that the boy could change his mind, but the boy who looked the most normal had a grim expression: "My best friend said, You will definitely satisfy me!"

From his pocket he drew a very ordinary looking card with the king of clubs on it.

"Kill him! Just like you drove over that passerby! Kill him!"

The little fat man became more and more agitated, he twisted the plum blossom k, covered his brain, and kept ordering his parents.

His brain seems to have been broken long ago, and it seems that only in this way can he become a friend of the gods.

The unspeakable secrets were revealed by the little fat man. The paper figurine's parents lost their minds. They turned around and wanted to chase after Han Fei, but at this time, there was a very discordant footstep sound on the fifty-first floor.

Wherever the footsteps passed, all the paper figurines who turned into Han Fei's faces were mercilessly torn apart, and a woman who was in madness chased after him.

The black fire of hatred was spreading, the little fat man's body trembled slightly, and he truly felt the fear.

The expression on his face began to contort, and he sat on the ground, shouting the name of his best friend: "Happy! I have done what you said! Help me! Help me!"

The best friend didn't show up, but the parents who had already turned into monsters left and returned, standing beside the little fat boy.

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