My Healing Game

Latest website: After saying Baicha's name, Han Fei looked at the old man next to him: "Everyone is sitting in the same boat now, there is no need to keep hiding it, right? Knowing the abilities of our friends will also allow us to deal with danger more effectively."

The old man was taken aback by Han Fei's masterful acting skills. After thinking for a long time, he tore off a leaf from the strange plant behind him and handed it to Han Fei: "I am the scrap dropped by the gods when they created a certain work. I have no name." , I only remember a number 100, my body and soul are like a tattered flower pot, the core is the flower growing on my back."

"The plant on your back is a flower." Han Fei really didn't see it at first.

"Yes, a flower that even the gods find an eyesore." The old man didn't continue this topic, he looked at Sister Hong very vigilantly: "We both made the decision, how about you?"

"I'm just an ordinary woman in Hongxiang."

"Ordinary residents can know so many inside stories." The old man obviously didn't believe it, but if Sister Hong didn't say anything, he couldn't help it. If he wanted to get through the night safely, he had to rely on Sister Hong.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually stopped, and Xiaozhu, who had put on another dress, walked out of the house, her mood stabilized a little.

"Thanks."

The thin body looked like a flower stalk that could be easily broken. Xiao Zhu walked to the side of the bed and picked out two coins carved from bones from the stinking gap.

"Keep it for yourself. I'm not short of money. I usually feed it to the dogs." Han Fei rejected Xiao Zhu. Just as he was about to say something, there was a strange sound of footsteps outside the house. The other party seemed to be walking in the promenade wearing shoes filled with water.

Several people in the room closed their mouths tacitly, and they looked towards the door together.

The person making strange footsteps in the corridor seemed to be looking for someone. He would randomly open the door to check. If the people in the room dared to resist, the scolding would soon turn into screams.

Sister Hong signaled everyone not to move, she approached the door lightly, and looked outside through the crack of the door, several messengers in red raincoats staggered past her door.

It may be that Han Fei's high luck value played a role, and the red raincoat did not stop at their door.

"Those believers rarely come to the sixth floor. What happened?" Sister Hong dared to express her doubts after those people had gone far away.

"There are messengers patrolling the streets outside." Han Fei also walked over. After seeing the water stains on the ground and the marks left by the scratches of the raincoat, he immediately understood that the believers mentioned by Sister Hong were the messengers in the system prompt.

"Believers are the most loyal fanatics of the gods. Sometimes I suspect that they have no self-awareness, they are just puppets dominated by some kind of power, but the most terrifying thing is that they usually behave like normal people. Only when we blaspheme the gods, They will be exposed."

"I understand that believers are tools used by the gods to supervise this building." Others cannot identify believers, but Han Fei can easily determine whether a person is a believer through the system's identification function, which is another good thing for him Message: "In this building, as long as we don't 'offend' the gods, we should be able to live well."

Hiding in the east is not Han Fei's style, he wants to find a way out in this sinful land.

"It's unspeakable to keep all the evil and resentment here. Since he wants to raise Gu, it's better for us to eat other evil and make ourselves the most poisonous one."

Sister Hong and the old man just wanted to hide, but Han Fei was going to fight hard. This was the difference in layout.

"Don't be impulsive." The old man reminded at the right time.

"Chaos is an upward ladder. There are no obvious rules or constraints in this place. As long as we are quick and quick enough, we can completely make ourselves a new totalitarian." The ambition in Han Fei's eyes burned like a flame, making Sister Hong feel A little afraid to look at him: "You and Xiaozhu have been bullied a lot in this place, have you ever thought that maybe one day you can bully others unscrupulously, and torture all those who tortured you to death."

With the voice kissed by the devil combined with master-level acting skills, coupled with the professional temperament of a noble husband, Han Fei wanted to convince

Sister Hong is not difficult: "If we cooperate well enough, I can help you become the new owner of Red Lane."

To be honest, Sister Hong was really moved, and the numbness in her eyes subsided a little. People who are struggling on the edge of life and death will always struggle to grab the straw on the shore.

"what do you need from me"

"First of all, you have to tell me who are the regular customers of the restaurant, and I will find a way to get rid of them, and then I need you to tell me all the information about the current owner of Red Lane." Han Fei's speech was consistent with the police in every way. Sinners are different, but they just make people feel trustworthy.

"The regular customers of the restaurant are not on this floor. Zhu Wu often delivers meals to other floors. There is someone upstairs who loves his meat and gave him an elevator card." Sister Hong's ambition was ignited by Han Fei and she began to take the initiative Explain to Han Fei: "The owner of the red alley is quite special. You may not believe it, but it is actually a piece of clothing that forces all the victims to sell their bodies."

"Clothes" Han Fei and the old man were a little puzzled.

"There are several red rooms in the deepest part of the sixth floor. There lives an extremely ugly pockmarked boy. He is privately called a monster by the neighbors, but everyone takes good care of him on the surface, because he is the most dexterous man here. tailors and craftsmen.”

"Mazi looks extremely ugly, but he has adopted an extremely cute girl."

"As she grows older, the girl becomes more and more beautiful. She is like a flower blooming in this mud, which is incompatible with all the darkness around her."

"The tailor has always been protecting the girl. The tailor in the eyes of the neighbors takes great care of and loves the child, and leaves all the good things to the child. Everyone thinks that their relationship must be very good, which is rare in this sinful land."

"But from a certain day on, that incomparably beautiful girl never appeared again. The tailor went crazy and searched everywhere, but he couldn't find his adopted daughter. He became crazy, with a violent and distorted personality."

"The neighbors were more sympathetic to the tailor at first, but no one thought about what happened later."

"One week later, in the middle of the night, Mazi's adopted daughter reappeared on the sixth floor. She was made into clothes and worn on Mazi's body. She could never escape Mazi's control."

"It was only later that the neighbors figured out that Mazi's love for his adopted daughter was abnormal, and it was Mazi who killed his adopted daughter's biological parents. He couldn't bear to be separated from his adopted daughter, so he finally made his adopted daughter into a piece of clothing."

"There are a lot of people who know about this. Those who are able to escape moved to other floors, and the rest became the prey of the ghost craftsman. He completely regarded himself as his adopted daughter and became the most craziest and sickest monster on this floor."

"He is dominated by desire, and he is constantly mending the human skin on his body. The dark red lights that can be seen everywhere in the red alley are not to create an ambiguous atmosphere, but to cover the blood scabs and blood stains that can be seen everywhere."

Sister Hong hadn't finished telling the story about the owner of Red Lane when a system prompt sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully triggered the e-level mission--Ghostsmith case."

"The case of the ghost craftsman: He has made countless items he likes with his own hands, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't make love."

"Mission requirements: Kill Ghost Craftsman and destroy his new clothes."

Tapping the table lightly with his fingers, Han Fei narrowed his eyes: "Kill that pockmark, and the red lane will fall into our hands. It's worth doing."

With a handsome face and a calm tone, he spoke the cruelest words.

Han Fei touched the ghost pattern on his body, and he had already made his own decision: "Sister Hong, you lead the way, we will go there now."

Without any detailed plan or strategy, Han Fei decisively made the other people in the room uncomfortable. They didn't know

Han Fei only needs to complete one task to exit the game, so he can't understand Han Fei's sense of urgency.

"There are other special existences in the red alley, such as the Zhu Wu you met before, wouldn't it be too reckless for us to go there now?" Sister Hong hesitated.

"By the time they react, everything is over. If they are disobedient, then let them become new charges against me."

Han Fei gently opened the door, Sister Hong and the old man followed, and the three of them entered the intricate corridor again.

This place is like a maze, there is no way to get out without the guidance of the aborigines, it will only sink deeper and deeper.

After rounding several corners, Sister Hong pushed open a door that was concealed. The room was full of foul-smelling garbage, and pieces of cut skin and a lot of hair were thrown in the corners.

"From the back door of this room is the depths of the red alley, and some people from other floors will also go there to play." Sister Hong said

Her voice was trembling, and she seemed to remember something terrible: "In order to vent their desire and resentment, they will try all kinds of terrible ways. That is their heaven and our hell."

"The garbage should be cleaned up." Han Fei said silently, the darkness and chaos of the skyscraper refreshed his perception.

The three of them entered the house, and just as they were about to move forward, the old man at the end of the line suddenly turned around and stared at the corner: "What is that?"

The rotting garbage fell to the ground, and a corpse that could barely make out the shape of a human was actually moving.

Its chest was almost hollowed out, some black and red molds grew on its body, and its arms were obviously much longer than ordinary people.

Since Sister Hong opened the door, its eyes have been opened very wide. The eyeballs are like broken glass balls, with a lot of turbidity attached to the surface, and there seems to be something else moving in the pupils.

"This room will also become a graveyard, and after a while it will be completely reduced to a monster." Sister Hong sighed: "There are fewer and fewer hidden passages."

"Is it okay to kill it?" Han Fei took out the Butcher's Knife.

"It's useless. It's just a corpse. The more you stimulate it, the faster it will grow. It can't be killed at all..." Before Sister Hong finished speaking, Han Fei picked up the butcher knife Beheaded the corpse's head.

What Sister Hong didn't expect was that a struggling shadow in the corpse was also chopped up by Han Fei, turning into dots of white light and melting into the light of the knife.

Those special molds and bugs melted directly, and the mutated ghouls were dealt with by Han Fei.

"How did you do that?" Sister Hong's eyes were full of surprise. The grave room was the most difficult room on the 50th floor of the building, but Han Fei could easily kill him.

"This is another ability of mine." Han Fei felt the human nature absorbed by the Butcher's Knife, and there was even a gleam of humanity in this extremely dirty place.

It can be seen from this that the corpse thrown in the cemetery was a pretty good person in life, and perhaps it was because they believed in this world so much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that they were so unwilling after death.

Passing through the unoccupied room full of garbage, Hong Jie stopped in front of a moldy door.

She tore off a corner of her clothes, and took out a black key from under a nearby wooden board with a rag.

"The two of you will pretend that you forced me to come here later, please be tough." Sister Hong tried twice, and opened the door, dark red light and scarlet mist poured out from the crack in the back door.

Wrapping the key and putting it in her pocket, Miss Hong walked outside with her head down.

Harsh screams continued to come from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, mixed with some other sounds.

One after another blood smoke was ignited, and the half-dead "guests" were paralyzed in the corridor. They had wounds on their bodies, and their limbs and organs had been gouged out, but they didn't seem to feel the pain, and they were still smoking blood smoke , until the reddish-brown mold covered their bodies.

"This is called 'Paradise'"