My Iyashikei Game Chapter 653: The Night

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Since he opened his eyes in the hospital, Han Fei felt joy for the first time in his heart.

He doesn't even know why, but after seeing the change in the faces of the people who died in the taxi, he feels a sense of peace and security.

"Have I ever been in a particular occupation before."

"You look really good, and I don't think it's impossible. Why do you suddenly say this?"

Han Fei and Xiao Jia looked at each other and said, "Is it possible that I am better at things like appeasing the dead and saving ghosts?"

"That's quite special." Xiao Jia touched his thinning hair and stopped talking, carefully holding the props for the resurrection ceremony.

Turning around, Han Fei looked behind the car. After the boy's body was pushed away, it knocked over a garbage dump on the side of the road. The blood and corpse oil splashed all over his body, but it didn't take long for him to He got up again, like a tireless machine, chasing after the taxi.

"Still chasing?"

The boy's corpse is engraved with dense curses, and the grievances are absorbed on the curses, like black blood vessels running through the burnt dead skin, giving him powers far beyond ordinary "ghosts".

Looking farther, Han Fei looked at the building again. The sea of ​​blue and white flowers made waves in the wind. A woman in a blue dress stood at the window that was burned by the fire.

The blood butterflies on her skirt seemed to come to life, flying around her. Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

"The woman in the blue dress and the boy's corpse both have some strange symbols written on them. Could they be related to those incantations?" The blue-white cram school building is not a place that Han Fei can set foot on now, and he was lucky just now. Escape has been very difficult.

"How did I fight against the 'ghost' before I lost my memory? How can I be the opponent of these resentments based on my own strength?"

Han Fei held the knife called companionship, the blade and the name on his heart echoed each other, as if the knife was prepared for him by the clown.

"This is the clown's knife, not my own. It's strange, after I met f, I could always hear the black knife in his hand calling me, as if the knife in his hand was the My knife."

The five fingers felt clenched tightly, and a longing emerged in Han Fei's heart, he wanted to take away F's knife.

"In addition to the knife, I seem to have lost a lot of important things!" Han Fei pressed his temple, he wanted to tear the black cloth that blinded his memory.

There was a sound from the backpack. Han Fei felt something rubbing against his arm. He looked down and found the scarred cat crawling out of the backpack.

It is very spiritually arched in Han Fei's arms, and those eyes are looking straight at Han Fei, as if confirming something.

"What do you want to do, stupid cat? It's not like peeing in my backpack, right?" Han Fei frowned. When he looked at the cat, he found something surprising.

This cat's eyes are different from cat's eyes, but very similar to human eyes. It feels like this cat is forcibly stitched together with the body of an animal and a human body, and there are a lot of stitches hidden under the skin.

The ugly cat looked at Han Fei first, and then at the top of the taxi. It seemed to be able to see the faces and dead souls on the roof.

The eyes slowly rolled. It seemed that the cat didn't finally know that the person in front of him was its owner until Han Fei helped the ghost. A smile appeared on its ugly face.

The cat was laughing, this scene stunned both Han Fei and Xiao Jia.

"Brother, did your cat just laugh?"

"I don't know, I haven't laughed yet."

Han Fei didn't have any impression of this cat. At first, he just thought it was about to die, so he rescued it.

The unintentional act of kindness seems to be the true portrayal of Han Fei, and he didn't realize it himself.

The cat staring at Han Fei rubbed against Han Fei affectionately, but within a few seconds, the cat's body suddenly twitched violently, and it kept retching, as if it wanted to spit out something.

"Are you sick? Did you eat something in that building?" Just as Han Fei was about to help the cat, he saw the cat spit out a small piece of red paper from its mouth.

I don't know what material the paper is made of. It looks similar to ordinary paper, but it can't be torn apart, and there is a strong smell of blood on it.

"There is an eye drawn on the paper, which is torn from a portrait painting?" Xiao Jia probed and looked at it: "The painting is quite good, the eyes are so beautiful."

"No, this is not a painting." When Han Fei's hand touched the piece of red paper, his heart seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and he suddenly felt a pain, and he blurted out, "This is the paper man's eye! "

After saying this, Han Fei's heart became more and more painful. It seemed that something bad had happened before. Even if the brain had lost its memory, the body still remembered the pain.

"She died?"

"Who?"

"I don't know..." Han Fei held the blood-red paper figurine's eyes, and there was some kind of wonderful connection between his body and the paper figurine, as if their blood and emotions were connected: "It seems that a Someone important to me."

Looking at the paper figurine's eyes, Han Fei's face was reflected in it. He looked for a while before realizing that he was wearing a white clown mask, but the paper figurine's eyes still reflected his real face. .

“Who are you?”

Han Fei lightly touched the blood-red eyes of the paper figurine, and at that moment he seemed to feel the hidden positions of the other body parts of the paper figurine.

"There seems to be a blood connection between this paper figurine fragment and me, I have to piece it together!"

Putting the blood-colored paper figurine fragment in the pocket near the heart, Han Fei touched the cat's head: "Why did you give me the paper at this time? Didn't you recognize me before? "

Beyond Han Fei's expectations, the scarred cat nodded slightly. It seemed to understand some of Han Fei's simple words.

"You only fully recognized me when I reconciled with the deceased in the taxi. Is this the standard for judging me? The real me is willing to communicate with the 'ghost', the false me will be indiscriminate Kill 'ghost'?"

The cat doesn't respond anymore, it seems tired.

"The clown left a knife for me, made me see happiness, and gave me the ability to kill ghosts; then the cat saw me who had the ability to kill ghosts, and chose to reconcile with the 'ghost', and it was at ease. Spit out the shards swallowed, and give me the eyes full of mine; one link is connected to the other, it seems to be exquisite, but in fact, if I make a wrong choice, all my fate will be overturned.”

"If I didn't manage to escape that room, if I didn't dare to go underground to check for fear, if I didn't save the cat, if I didn't rescue Li Guoer, if I died in the blue and white cram school..."

If you want to do everything Han Fei has accomplished now, you need not only strong physical and psychological qualities, but also reason, calmness, and kindness. Even after seeing the darkness, you can still maintain a sunny heart.

"What kind of person you become is not determined by birth, but depends on choices again and again. I seem to believe that even if I repeat myself countless times, I will make the same choice."

Han Fei put his hand on his chest and touched the piece of paper with his suit on his back: "A person who can't even forget his name can bring me such pain."

"Han Fei! That kid can't get rid of it! We can't go back after being chased by him like this. It's estimated that he'll go straight to the house!" .

Han Fei looked back and saw that the boy's legs and hands were almost worn away, replaced by black mist.

"This guy is so hard to deal with." Xiao Jia's face paled: "You can't go back to my house now!"

"It seems that we have to find a way to kill him." Han Fei took out the ritual props from his bag, trying to find a way to fight the kid.

Comparing with the information sent by the mysterious man to the driver, Han Fei really had an unexpected harvest.

"Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped. Of the nine rituals, if the first resurrection ritual is ineffective for the deceased, the next ritual must be held before the corpse decomposes until the final ritual succeeds."

"If there is any movement or other changes in the corpse during the ceremony, use the mirror that the deceased looked at before his death at his face, and the spell on the mirror can affect him."

"After all nine ceremonies are held, regardless of whether they succeed or not, the photos of the live sacrifices must be destroyed, otherwise they may be attacked by the deceased."

The stranger only taught the driver how to perform the ritual, but did not tell him how to deal with the corpse boy, who seemed to have created monsters in the first place.

"The mirror seems to work."

Han Fei first took the mirror in his hand. There was a vague figure of a child in the mirror. He looked like the boy's corpse, but he looked timid and cowardly. Crazy monsters linked together.

This little mirror also has the boy's birthday and all kinds of strange characters written on it.

"The boy's corpse has eaten away the vitality and most of the souls of the nine wronged dead. If I can control him, can the nine wronged dead be able to absorb their own souls and resentment?"

Han Fei looked at the taxi: "I arranged the ceremony in the taxi according to the orientation of the objects in the classroom, and then introduced the boy's body into the car, which might trap him." /

"It's easy for you to say, that guy has been chasing us and wants to trap him in a taxi, unless someone dares to enter the car as a bait." Xiao Jia shook his head: "The risk is too great."

"It's okay, I can try it." Han Fei said his plan: "You all reduce the speed for a while, I'll go down and hold the little boy first, you can hurry up and place the items needed for the ceremony, and then you can quickly Evacuate, I'll find a way to bring it into the car."

When Han Fei said this, he kept looking at the faces on the roof of the car. Not only did those people who died in vain show no anger, but they felt eager to try, and they also wanted to become whole again.

"How can the ritual be so easy to restore! We can't restore the incantations that fill the classroom." Xiao Jia felt that Han Fei was whimsical: "Why don't we just throw those things away? Or we Drive the car directly to Xiacheng? There are more gangsters there, maybe they can help us transfer the hatred of the dead body.”

"It doesn't matter, I have memorized most of the spell patterns." Han Fei took out a pen from his backpack, and then he began to draw the spell in memory under the shocked eyes of Xiao Jia and Li Guoer. On the inner wall of the taxi: "I don't know the specific meaning of these things. I can only copy them one by one. Fortunately, my memory is not bad."

In order to buy enough time for Han Fei, Li Guoer showed off his driving skills and kept a distance from the boy's body.

The cooperation between the two is extremely tacit, and there is no need to say more, Xiao Jia seems to be in the way at this time.

After flying in the city for an hour, the streets shrouded in darkness are like an endless labyrinth. No matter how you drive, you can't drive the city.

"Isn't it finished yet?" Li Guo'er was very nervous. After turning around an intersection, she suddenly saw a bus approaching!

She slammed the steering wheel, and Li Guoer tried her best to stabilize the car. If it wasn't for her quick reaction, she would have just hit the bus directly.

"Can you drive?" Li Guo'er exclaimed, she looked at the bus, the dilapidated vehicle was slowly driving on the road like a ghost ship, and everyone in the car, including the driver, was low Hanging his head: "Can a hearse still cause an accident?"

The bus stopped slowly and leisurely on a nearby platform. The taxi that Li Guoer was driving was out of control just now, and the speed had also dropped.

"I've almost finished painting, let's start now!" Han Fei carried the mirror with him, and then pushed Xiao Jia the things used in other ceremonies: "Remember the placement!"

"There should be no error."

"If you make a mistake, I'll die!" Han Fei wore a white mask and stared at Xiao Jia: "If I die, I'll play games with you every night!"

"Don't, we're in trouble together." Xiao Jia shivered in fright.

"The child's body is approaching!" Li Guo'er reduced the speed again, and Han Fei opened the door and jumped out.

Seeing Han Fei's appearance, the boy whose limbs had completely turned into black mist charged with a strange scream. His speed was too fast.

"You two put your things away and go!" Han Fei shouted back ~IndoMTL.com~ and then he rushed to the bus without saying a word.

As early as in the car, Han Fei noticed that there was a problem with the bus, and he couldn't get enough time by himself, so his goal was to use the bus to delay from the beginning.

"I didn't feel scared when I saw the bus. No fear means I didn't predict death, which means I won't die." Han Fei also believed in his "special ability", and he didn't care about sorting it out. After taking care of his own image and protecting his mirror, he rushed to the station with the knife in hand.

The boy's body followed closely, Han Fei didn't dare to stop, and ran onto the bus with a knife.

The temperature plummeted, and he seemed to have plunged into the freezer, and his brain was instantly awake.

The driver and passengers slowly raised their heads, looking at Han Fei with pale faces.