My Iyashikei Game Chapter 652: Midnight Taxi

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"Han Fei!"

There are hurried footsteps outside the last classroom, and clumps of jet-black debris are approaching outside the burnt-out window frame, like a tuft of black hair.

Han Fei knows the current critical situation better than anyone else, and he made the decision to strike first as soon as the corpse moved.

The sharp knife that accompanied him drew a bright arc in the dark night, and the blade slashed directly into the neck of the boy's corpse, but what Han Fei didn't expect was that the sharp knife seemed to hit something, and it couldn't cut the boy at all. Corpse beheaded!

There was a long wound on the neck, from which foul-smelling corpse oil and blackened blood flowed out. The boy's slashed neck made a creaking sound. His face turned a little bit, staring at Han Fei!

He didn't kill the opponent with one knife, Han Fei already knew what to do.

He immediately retracted his hands holding the photo and the sharp knife, and stepped back desperately.

The red ropes were broken one by one, and the boy's whole body made a crunching sound, and its head, which was cut off by Han Fei, was realigned.

The dead are moving!

The hill made of tables and chairs collapsed inward, and Han Fei kept swinging his sword to create a way for himself.

"Quick! Go help him!" While Li Guo'er was paying attention to the outside of the corridor, she was also paying attention to Han Fei. At this time, Han Fei was in trouble. She didn't delay for a second, and immediately rushed to Han Fei. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

There is an unknown thing approaching outside, Xiao Jia's legs are shaking with fright, and staying here is likely to miss the last chance to escape.

He glanced at the back door of the classroom, which was close at hand, and then glanced at Han Fei and Li Guoer. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran to the pile of desks and chairs: "I'm really convinced!"

The table and chairs outside were thrown away, and two teammates responded. Han Fei escaped at the last moment when the table and chair hill completely collapsed.

"Go!"

The table and chairs that imprisoned the boy's body collapsed, and all the red threads wrapped around it broke, and the suspended body touched the ground.

The sound of bones piercing the skin entered the ears of the three, and the corpse kept shaking after landing. The skin on the child's back was exactly the same as that of a living person, but his face and abdomen were completely burned, and those wounds were still alive. It is getting worse, and there is a lot of black blood surging inside.

Han Fei also had lingering fears after he climbed out. If it was a second or two later, he would probably be crushed under the desk with the corpse.

The three of them ran to the front door of the classroom with various things in their hands. Just as they were about to open the door, they heard the sound of hitting the door panel from outside.

The already badly damaged door vibrated, and the lock fell directly to the ground.

"There's something outside!" Xiao Jia yelled.

"Shut up! Follow me!" Before the black blood on the sharp knife in Han Fei's hand was wiped clean, he knew that he must not be blocked in the classroom: "Go downstairs! Don't worry about other things! Rush forward!"

The stack of desks in the center of the classroom was no longer able to trap the boy. With a bang, an arm stretched out from the stack of desks that had collapsed.

The back of the hand is pale, but the other side is full of ferocious burn scars.

"Bang!"

The last red rope was torn off, the temperature in the classroom plummeted, the curtains were blown by the overcast wind, and an indescribable stench wafted around.

"crunch..."

The head hangs on the neck that has been cut off in half. The boy's body is like a spider, his hands and feet are twisted, and he emerges from the desk pile at a strange angle that ordinary people can't do.

The blood hole on his face stared at Han Fei, and there was a lot of black resentment sticking around his body.

"Go!"

Han Fei kicked open the front door of the classroom. There were no terrifying ghosts outside, only a few black handprints.

In a critical situation, Han Fei himself was afraid to die, but he did not lose his mind because of his fear.

"The predecessor of the blue and white cram school was the black clinic. In addition to the boy's corpse, there is also a ghost who killed the boss's whole family. That "ghost" is definitely not as scary as the boy."

He opened the road ahead with a knife. Han Fei didn't see the ghost that knocked on the door just now. When he ran towards the corner of the corridor, he accidentally found that there were children in the classrooms that were badly burned down on both sides!

Some neatly dressed children sat in their seats. When Han Fei passed by the window, the children who heard the noise turned their heads in unison, looking at Han Fei with their burned faces.

Li Guoer and Xiao Jia almost had a sudden cardiac arrest, but Han Fei found a long-lost feeling and attracted much attention. He seemed to have been watched by many cold eyes before.

"People with no stage experience would be flustered suddenly by so many ghosts watching, but I felt vaguely familiar. I must have been more than just a puppet actor in the paradise before, maybe I have acted in other things."

When the three of Han Fei ran into the corridor, the boy's body also completely escaped the red line. He climbed out of the classroom at a very fast speed, landed on all fours, twisted his body, and chased behind Han Fei.

The temperature continued to drop. When Han Fei went downstairs, he glanced back. The boy's body was not big, but the black yin energy gathered around it was like a dark cloud, and the spells in the whole room seemed to be absorbed by it. on yourself.

Seeing the boy like this, Han Fei unconsciously said two words: "Resent?"

Everything is the instinct of the body. He seems to be so familiar with resentment that his body reacts the first time he sees the other party.

Right now, Han Fei still doesn't understand what resentment is. He just thinks resentment must be much more powerful than those who died in the taxi before.

"The two are indeed not the same level, but I also feel that the clown and resentment are not the same level."

The burned building could not withstand the ravages of the boy's body. The place where it climbed was full of cracks. When the children in the classroom saw the body, they began to panic and flee. The whole building was in chaos.

"It's catching up! Why do the dead run faster than the living!" Xiao Jia was at the back of the team. He was the weakest, holding a wooden stick with one hand and covering his wig with the other. If it goes on like this, it's only a matter of time before he gets caught up.

"Take my backpack! You two keep going down, and I'll divert him away!" Han Fei took the photo of the deceased and slashed the boy, so the boy's main attention was on Han not on the body.

After arriving on the third floor, Han Fei separated from his teammates. He asked Li Guoer and Xiao Jia to continue down, while he ran into the corridor on the third floor.

Without any hesitation, the boy's corpse followed Han Fei and entered the third floor. One person and one ghost walked through the dilapidated building, and the distance between the two was getting closer and closer!

"I will definitely be caught up at this rate."

Han Fei didn't expect the opponent to move so fast. What's worse, the monster seemed to be able to absorb some of the yin left in the building. Can make a very human face.

The thought of a burnt face grinning at you in the dark of night sends chills down your spine just thinking about it.

"This is the third floor. I should jump from the window and not die. I remember there is a big tree planted in the north corner of the garden. It shouldn't be a problem if I jump directly onto the tree."

In the process of escaping for his life, Han Fei had already thought about the escape route. He simulated it in his mind and felt that it was completely feasible.

Looking at the window at the end of the corridor, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength. In the midst of this extreme desire, his running speed really became faster, and it felt as if he had been abandoned. The talent is reactivated.

"I seem to be good at night running."

Holding his breath, Han Fei locked the burnt window, and when he was about to approach, he jumped up, ready to use his own weight to smash the window and jump out.

He covered his head with his arms, Han Fei stepped on the window sill, and he slammed into the window without hesitation!

A loud noise was heard, and Han Fei fell backwards and rolled down the stairs.

The scorched window seemed to be easily knocked open, but Han Fei discovered the problem when he actually hit it. The guardrail on the window was completely burnt down, and there was still charred human skin sticking to it. , strange black lines will appear on the scorched human skin.

"Is this whole building cursed?"

When the fire broke out, many people in the building were finally forced to jump out of the window, and the tree in the distance became the hope of many people.

The window itself didn't stop them, but the scrambling of survivors inside the building prevented either of them from making it through here.

When Han Fei fell down, he even glanced at the window. The ordinary window frame was full of resentment, as if a pair of charred hands were hidden in the shadows near the window. Prepare to drag back those who want to escape.

"The malice in the human heart is truly terrifying."

Controlling his body, Han Fei intentionally let himself roll to the second floor. When he got up from the ground, the boy's body was almost on top of his head.

Smelling the pungent burnt smell, Han Fei looked up, and his pupils instantly shrank to a point.

The boy's body is on the third floor, very close to him, and looking up along the gap of the stairs, there is another "corpse" standing between the sixth and seventh floors.

She was wearing a blue dress with what seemed to be written in her eyes. She stood on the balustrade of the corridor with her feet, and her neck was sunken in a large chunk.

"Blue skirt? White hat? This corpse looks like a flower planted outside in the garden."

The woman's body seemed to be hanging in the corridor. Her face was expressionless. There were many **** handprints of children on the hem of her skirt. Those handprints gathered into a large black and red butterfly.

"Butterfly? Must be killed?"

It seemed that she felt Han Fei's gaze, and the woman's eyes rolled in their sockets, revealing bizarre pupils.

Not waiting for Han Fei to react, the woman took a step forward and the body fell straight down.

One boy is already tough enough, and another one will definitely be even more unstoppable. Han Fei's heart is about to jump out of fright, and he runs downstairs decisively.

At this time, he didn't care which floor he was on now. He would be injured if he jumped out of the window. He knew that if he didn't want to leave again, his fate would probably be a hundred times more terrifying than death.

The windows on the second floor were badly burned, and many of them didn't have a guardrail. Han Fei didn't look back. He didn't dare to waste a second, so he took the chance and rushed over.

This time he learned to be smart, instead of protecting his body with his arms, he directly took out the sharp knife. If anyone dared to block the road, he would beheaded directly.

Standing on the window sill, when Han Fei's body turned outwards, scorched arms drilled out from the cracks in the wall, as if preparing to drag him back.

Han Fei, who had been prepared for a long time, slashed wildly and jumped out at the last moment.

His body was blown by the cold wind. Han Fei tried his best to adjust his body, but before he was ready to fall, he saw another scene that made him extremely uneasy.

The boy's corpse jumped out with him!

"The ghost is not going away? Not dying?"

Han Fei fell into the blue and white sea of ​​flowers. He rolled on the spot to release his force, and then he ran away regardless of his injuries.

The blue and white petals stuck to Han Fei's clothes. He heard the strange crawling sound behind him, and ran reluctantly.

"Han Fei!"

Li Guoer, who left one step ahead of schedule, had already got into a taxi. She started the vehicle and came to pick up Han Fei.

"Get in!"

The boy's body was in hot pursuit, and Li Guoer didn't dare to stop, so he could only speed up slowly first. Xiao Jia in the back seat opened the car door and waved to Han Fei.

The hope of escaping is in sight, and Han Fei's potential is bursting. When the boy's body was only one or two meters away from him, he got into the taxi.

"Bang!"

The door was closed, Han Fei was sitting in the car, and he had collapsed.

It was so thrilling just now that he didn't even think he could escape.

"Li Guo! Hurry up! That kid is still chasing!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of the crash continued, and the boy's scorched face was pressed against the window of the taxi, but when it was about to enter the car, a few pale arms stretched out from the top of the car, pushing it hard. Tossed to one side.

The taxi successfully accelerated, but the boy's body was still in hot pursuit.

"Why does it keep chasing you!" Xiao Jia lost his wig and said against the abrupt Mediterranean Sea: "Is it because we took its stuff? I watched the movie It's all about returning those things to it, and then the grievances will be understood."

"It's not as serious as you think, I guess it's been staring at me because I slashed it and nearly cut its head off."

Han Fei stopped talking about this topic. He took out the nine photos he found in the classroom and pasted them on the roof of the car where there were faces.

"What are you doing?"

"It's hard for me to explain to you~IndoMTL.com~ so you'd better not have so many questions." Han Fei stared at the photo, and it didn't take long for him to be surprised.

The electronic watch in the car suddenly stopped moving, the portrait of the struggling figure in the photo returned to normal, and faces began to appear on the roof of the car.

The difference from before is that these faces are no longer distorted, and they even expressed gratitude to Han Fei.

"Number zero zero..." The icy voice in his mind suddenly sounded, startling Han Fei, he recovered and listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything.

"I didn't feel the malice of the deceased. This car seems to belong to me completely now. The nine deceased accepted us!" Han Fei was sincerely happy, he felt that the path he chose was right, time will prove everything.