My Iyashikei Game Chapter 761: The Art of Death Competition

Back home, Han Fei logged into the game for the first time during the day.

He used to be very resistant to entering the game, but since leaving Fu Sheng's memory shrine, he has changed a lot.

He didn't say it, but he actually regarded the deepest piece of despair as his home.

After a full meal, Han Fei put on the game helmet.

The blood filled the air. When Han Fei logged into the game, he felt his back tighten. The blood-colored monster who was leaning against his back seemed to climb onto his shoulders, and his body was slowly bending down.

"One day I will see you."

Opening his eyes, Han Fei found that Kui and Ying Yue were staring at him curiously, as if wondering why he appeared so early today.

"Have you two become good friends now?" Han Fei touched the heads of the two children, crying. As his strength improved, he has grown very fast recently, a bit like Ying Yue's brother.

"Yeah." Crying softly hummed: "In the building, we have two similar grades, and we can talk more. I want to wait until I leave the deep world and repair our graves closer, so that at night We can come out and play together."

Tong Yan has no scruples, but it is also very sincere.

With his "left and right guardians", Han Fei ran to the edge of the black rain area and entered the Yimin convenience store branch opened by Yinglong.

Lifting the lid of the sauce jar, Han Fei reached into the broken skull and grabbed the neck of Bu Kaixin's soul.

"I worked so hard to help you find my mother, and I gave her treatment at my own expense, but you repaid me like this?" Han Fei used the language of flowers and the secret of touching the depths of the soul, but the strange thing is that these two abilities There is no way to detect the problem of Bu Kai's happiness. There is no malice in his soul, only deep remorse.

"You said you were going to find your brother, but your mother said she had only one child, and his name was Buming."

Hearing the words Bu Ming, Bu Xin, who was curled up at the bottom of the sauce jar, began to tremble.

"I thought your brother was called unhappy?" Han Fei grabbed Bu Xing's neck and pulled him out of the broken skull: "Who is Bu Ming? How many things are you hiding?"

The soul trembled, and Bu Xin's body buried in the sauce jar spread out a large number of black blood vessels, like the roots of plants, spreading along the gap of the sauce jar, as if trying to escape from here.

"You ran away, what about your mother? Now the beasts in the killing club are trying their best to kill him. If it wasn't for me, your mother would have been turned into a corpse an hour ago. You just have to tell me the truth, I can help you!"

Han Fei let go of his hand, and the happy soul of Bu in the sauce tank was like a small octopus, retracting into the skull with the fastest speed.

He only exposed his eyes and looked at Han Fei.

"Booming will respond with different emotions according to different situations. Do you think I'm too kind and think I'm a good person, so you want to use this emotion to deal with me?"

The corners of his mouth are raised. Han Fei usually only shows such a smile when killing people.

Bu Kaixin also felt that Han Fei had murderous intentions. He was very helpless. He thought he had escaped from the misery of the gardener, but who knew that he fell into the whirlpool of Han Fei again. Any living person who ever lived was terrifying.

He seemed to know that if he didn't do anything, he would definitely be killed by Han Fei. Bu Kaixin slowly crawled out of his skull. He pierced his chest with both hands, and opened the shell of his soul little by little, revealing his heart. .

His heart has become a colorful seed, very beautiful, and it contains all kinds of human emotions, which brings different colors to this deep world.

"What do you want me to look at? Want to give my heart?"

Hearing Han Fei's words, Bu Xinxian shook his head again and again. He endured the pain, deducted the seed from his heart, and held it in his palm.

The end of that seed is connected to Bu's happy soul, and the meaning of his existence seems to be to make this seed take root and blossom.

Han Fei gently touched it with curiosity, and a fragrance rushed to his face. The seeds bred in the carrion turned out to be like pure natural candy, fresh and sweet, just touching it makes people feel very comfortable .

"Not quite right."

Han Fei's fingers slowly exerted force. Under the beautiful shell, the inside of the seed was densely covered with bloodshots, like an eyeball that had stayed up late for a month.

As the fresh scent dissipated, a sticky, **** smell emerged from the tiny seeds like waves.

"Whose memory is this?"

Han Fei used to touch the secrets in the depths of his soul. With the cooperation of Bu Kaixin, he saw a completely different picture from before.

There is a man who looks the same as Bu Kaixin, eating a **** box lunch and sitting in a dark underground studio.

The old walls are covered with various tools. There are two wooden tables in the center of the secret room. There is also a huge mirror on the roof directly above the wooden tables, which can ensure that when the victim lies on the wooden table , to be able to clearly see what they are going through.

What's even more cruel is that the secret room is also equipped with adrenaline, medicines that amplify pain, and various first-aid tools. The murderer is deliberately slowing down the killing speed and treating death as a feast.

The picture changed, and Bu, who was holding the lunch box, raised his head happily. His facial features were the same as those of the cloth in front of Han Fei, but the temperament of his body was completely different. When you breathe, the air around you becomes cold.

The picture in the depths of the soul changed again. A man wearing a guinea pig mask entered the basement. He was very satisfied with Bo's happy performance and opened his mouth to say a few words.

"If you want to be a core member of us, you must go through such a test."

"Now that death has bloomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xinhu becomes a sea of ​​flowers, you will be reborn in a new world."

Han Fei, who had taught himself lip language, reluctantly repeated what the other party said.

"I'll take you across the bridge."

The guinea pig mask placed a mirror in front of Bu Xing's eyes: "Would you like to lose happiness and never smile again?"

Bo nodded happily, then he began to laugh in the mirror, and he himself became more gloomy.

"Would you like to be dominated by fury and be blessed by the gods?"

"Will you embrace death, chase death, and spread death?"

"Would you like to be your true self?"

Bu Kai successfully passed the first few questions, but there was an accident in the last question.

He nodded and wanted to be who he really was, but the mirror image of him clashed with the reality of him.

The emotions that he had been deprived of began to fight back, and the whole person fell into a frenzy and split, and the expression on his face changed every second.

Picking up the tool on the wall, he scratched his face and stabbed his body, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get back to normal.

Until his body was soaked in blood, a dazed look appeared on Bu's happy face. At first, the brutal and crazy man was gone, replaced by a silly big boy.

The guinea pig mask sees this with disappointment in his eyes.

"God's mirror doesn't lie. The person you want to be the most is such a waste. I'm really disappointed in you."

The cloth covered in blood is happily pushed towards the mirror by the guinea pig mask, and the picture in the seed ends here.

The cloth in the sauce jar curled up happily and looked at Han Fei with some fear. His "core" was held by Han Fei, and the other party could ask him to disperse at any time.

"The guinea pig mask is the core member. The mirror in his hand should be something from the deep world, and the **** in his mouth is probably the ineffable in the black rain area."

Hatred can affect reality through special means. Of course it can, and the impact is far more profound and terrifying than hatred.

"Those lunatics seem to be looking for a special living person."

Han Fei frowned slightly. There was an inextricable relationship between this black rain area and reality. He became more and more interested in the ghosts hidden in the depths of this area.

Instead of squeezing the cloth to be happy, Han Fei put him under the black rain again, and then went to the club by himself.

When the gardener was away, Han Fei chatted with the dancer for a while.

He wanted to extract useful information from the dancers, but the dancer's grandfather didn't eat it at all. He only wanted to teach Han Fei to dance, and he didn't say much else.

As time passed, Han Fei raised all his hobbies to advanced levels, and took time to complete an F-level ordinary task in the black rain area, and then he went offline in a hurry. He still has very important things to deal with today. .

Exiting the game, Han Fei logged in to his Sunshine Boy virtual account and checked the email in the gray area.

"The offline meeting of the death management group chat is today, and I should be in time now."

Putting on a set of clothes that he had never worn before, Han Fei knew that the place he was going was dangerous. Instead of bothering the taxi driver this time, he rented a motorcycle and rushed to Dolphin Bay alone. .

Other people's netizens meet to eat and drink, but Han Fei's offline gatherings are not the same.

Putting on the clown mask that he walked along in Shishuiwan before, Han Fei rode a motorcycle and galloped on the road, making people not look like a normal person.

At 3:30 in the morning, Han Fei arrived near Dolphin Bay according to the navigation. Unlike what he expected, there are still many people living in this place, which is not as desolate as he imagined.

Avoiding the lights, Han Fei walked slowly in the dark, like a giant crocodile lurking underwater. Wherever he went, the darkness slowly spread.

"This is the room where the **** the invitation died."

The further north you go, the fewer lights there are. The locals seem to know that there seems to be a murder here, so they rarely come here.

Crossing the street, Han Fei parked his motorcycle in the back alley. He climbed over the courtyard wall and entered a very dilapidated community.

This is where the girl was killed. However, due to various reasons, there are still residents in the community who have not moved out, most of them are elderly and helpless.

"Why put the party in this place? Aren't they afraid of being discovered?"

Entering Building 5, Han Fei looked at the various advertisements posted on the wall. All the air and darkness that had been forgotten by the mainstream were posted on the wall, such as black clinics, lost children, all kinds of contraband, dirty The walls are like a black market in a gray area.

"The times are moving so fast that these corners have been neglected."

Pushing open the door on the third floor, Han Fei stopped at the door.

The floor between the third and second floors is hollowed out, and there is a big hole at the door, which may fall directly if you are not careful.

"Am I the only one here at this time?"

Han Fei looked into the house. On the yellowed walls, someone used red paint to slantly write "Return my life." I know if it's blood or mold.

Taking a breath, Han Fei walked forward along the corner of the wall. He first checked the kitchen and bathroom, and finally pushed open the hidden door of the bedroom.

A faint fishy smell wafted from the house, and Han Fei found that besides him, there were four other people in the bedroom.

A fisherman in vinyl shoes, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, a skinny female patient, and a disheveled homeless man.

The four of them stand in the corners of the bedroom, facing a TV in the room.

"There are still people wearing masks, so professional." The middle-aged man was carrying a briefcase. He gave the impression that he was off work and came to play a script with his friends to kill.

"Hello, I'm Deep Sea." The fisherman smiled at Han Fei, revealing a mouth full of crooked teeth. He looked extremely ugly, like a deep sea fish.

Han Fei nodded, he didn't have any intention of introducing himself.

"Isn't there twenty people in that group? Why are only a few of us here now?"

"Some didn't dare to come, some came too early and went to sleep again." The homeless man scratched his dirty and messy hair~IndoMTL.com~ and spat at the big hole in the middle of the bedroom.

Several people looked towards the entrance of the cave. There were two corpses lying on the ground on the second floor. They slept very peacefully, and it was estimated that they would never wake up again in this life.

Ten minutes later, the door on the third floor was pushed open again, and an old man in ordinary clothes walked in.

His eyes were blinded. He should usually be begging for a living. He walked tremblingly and looked miserable.

"Is there anyone here? I'm here to deliver the letter." The old man stopped right in front of the big hole in the doorway. If he took another step forward, he would fall and be penetrated by the exposed steel bars.

"Letter?" Han Fei was the first to go out, took the letter from the old man, and drove the old man out of the room.

"You are so kind, I really want to be friends with someone like you." The other four looked at the old man with anticipation, but because of Han Fei's presence, the good show they were looking forward to did not take place. are somewhat dissatisfied.

Han Fei didn't care what those people thought at all. He opened the letter and contained only a few simple sentences.

"Congratulations on finding the right time. This offline meeting is mainly to screen out new core members. You will use this abandoned town as the stage to start a death art competition, and new deaths will spread. The core members of the group chat will be born among the twenty of you.

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