My Iyashikei Game Chapter 652: Midnight taxi

  Chapter 653 Midnight Taxi

  "Han Fei!"

  There were hurried footsteps outside the last classroom, and there were clusters of black debris approaching outside the burnt window frame, like a puff of black hair.

  Han Fei knew the critical situation better than anyone else, and he made the decision to act first the moment the corpse moved.

  The sharp knife that became the company drew a bright arc in the dark night, and the blade directly cut into the neck of the boy's corpse. Corpse decapitation!

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

  Without killing the opponent with one blow, Han Fei already knew what he should do.

  He immediately withdrew his hands grabbing the photo and the sharp knife, and retreated desperately.

  The red rope broke one by one, and the boy made a creepy creaking sound all over his body, and his head, which had been chopped off by Han Fei, was straightened again.

  The dead man moved!

  The hill of tables and chairs collapsed inward, and Han Fei kept waving his knife to create a way out for himself.

   "Quick! Go help him!" Li Guoer had been paying attention to Han Fei while paying attention to the outside of the corridor. At this time, Han Fei was in trouble, and she rushed to Han Fei without delay.

  There are unknown things approaching outside, and Xiao Jia's legs are trembling in fright. If he continues to stay here, he may miss the last chance to escape.

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

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

  "Go!"

  The tables and chairs that imprisoned the boy's body collapsed, and all the red threads wrapped around them were broken, and the suspended body touched the ground.

  The sound of bones piercing the skin came to the three people's ears, and the corpse trembled 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 intact. It is constantly deteriorating, and there is a lot of black blood surging inside.

  Han Fei also had lingering fears after crawling out. If he was a second or two later, he would have been crushed under the desk with the corpse.

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

  The already severely damaged door trembled, and the lock fell to the ground.

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

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

  The pile of desks in the center of the classroom could no longer trap the boy. Amidst the bang bang bang, an arm stretched out from the pile of desks that had collapsed.

  The back of the hand was pale, but the other side was covered with hideous burn scars.

   "Boom!"

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

   "Crunch..."

  The head was hung on the neck that had been cut off in half. The boy's body was like a spider, his hands and feet were twisted, and he got out of the pile of desks at a weird angle that ordinary people couldn'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 scary ghosts outside, only a few black handprints.

  In a dangerous situation, Han Fei himself was terrified of dying, but he did not lose his mind because of fear.

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

Holding a knife to open the way ahead, Han Fei didn't see the ghost who knocked on the door just now. When he ran towards the corner of the corridor, he accidentally found the severely burned classrooms on both sides. It seemed that there were still children in class!

  Some well-dressed children were sitting in their seats. When Han Fei passed by the window, the children who heard the noise turned their heads and looked at Han Fei with their burned faces.

  Li Guoer and Xiao Jia almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest, but Han Fei found a feeling he hadn't seen for a long time, the attention of everyone. He seemed to have been watched by many cold eyes before.

  “People who have no stage experience, suddenly being watched by so many ghosts, will definitely feel flustered, but I feel vaguely familiar. I must have been more than just a puppet actor in a paradise before, maybe I have also acted in other things.”

  When the three of Han Fei ran into the corridor, the boy's body also completely escaped from the red line. He crawled out of the classroom at an extremely fast speed, landed on all fours, twisted his body, and chased after Han Fei.

  The temperature kept dropping. When Han Fei went downstairs, he turned his head and 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 entire room seemed to be absorbed by it. himself.

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

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

  Now Han Fei doesn't understand what resentment is, he just thinks that resentment must be much stronger than the few people who died in vain in the taxi before.

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

  The burnt-out building could not withstand the ravages of the boy's corpse. The place it crawled through was full of cracks. When the children who were teaching in the classroom saw the corpse appear, they also began to panic and flee, and the whole building was in chaos.

   "It's about to catch up! Why do the dead run faster than the living!" Xiao Jia was at the back of the line. He was the weakest in physical strength, holding a wooden stick with one hand and covering his wig with the other. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before he is caught up.

   "Hold my backpack! You two continue down, I'll distract him!" Han Fei took the photo of the dead man and chopped the boy, so the boy's main attention was on Han non body.

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

  The boy's body did not hesitate, and after chasing Han Fei, he entered the third floor. One person and one ghost walked through the dilapidated building, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer!

  "If this goes on, I will definitely be caught up."

  Han Fei didn't expect the other party to move so fast. What's worse, the monster seemed to be able to absorb some of the yin energy left in the building. Can make very humane expressions.

  A scorched face grinning grinningly at you in the dark night, just thinking about such a scene sends shivers down your spine.

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

  During the escape, Han Fei had already thought about the escape route. He simulated it in his mind and felt that it was completely feasible.

  Staring at the window at the end of the corridor, Han Fei gritted his teeth and tried his best to run. In the midst of this extreme desire, his running speed really accelerated, and it felt like a once deserted The talents are rekindled.

  “I seem to be good at night running.”

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

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

  Only heard a loud noise, Han Fei fell backwards and rolled down the stairs.

  The scorched window seemed to be easy to smash open, but Han Fei didn't realize the problem until he actually bumped into it. The guardrail on the window was completely burned, and there was still scorched human skin stuck to it. As long as a living person approached , weird 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 forced to jump out of the window. The tree in the distance became the hope of many people.

  The window itself did not stop them, but the struggle of the survivors in the building prevented them from successfully passing through here.

  When Han Fei fell down, he took a special look at the window. There was lingering resentment on the ordinary window frame, as if there were pairs of scorched hands hidden in the shadows near the window, ready to go at any time. Prepare to drag back those who want to escape.

  "The malice in people's hearts is really terrifying."

  Controlling his body, Han Fei deliberately 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 a little.

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

  She was wearing a blue dress, and there seemed to be something written in her eyes. She stood on the railing of the corridor with her feet on her feet, and her neck was sunken into a large piece.

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

  The woman's body seemed to be hanging in the middle of the corridor, her face was expressionless, and there were many **** handprints of children on the hem of her skirt, and those handprints gathered into a **** and red butterfly.

  "Butterfly? Must be killed?"

  As if feeling Han Fei's gaze, the woman's eyes rolled in their sockets, revealing strange pupils.

   Before Han Fei could react, the woman took a step forward, and the body fell straight down.

  One boy was difficult enough, but another boy would be even more difficult. Han Fei was so scared that his heart was about to jump out, and he ran downstairs decisively.

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

  The windows on the second floor were badly burned, and there were no guardrails on many of the windows, and Han Fei didn't look back. He didn't dare to waste a second, and rushed over when he saw the right opportunity.

  This time he was smarter, instead of protecting his body with his arms, he took out the sharp knife directly, and killed anyone who dared to block the way.

  Standing on the window sill, when Han Fei turned his body outwards, charred arms came out of the gaps in the wall, as if he was about to pull him back.

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

  Blown by the icy 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 disturbed.

  The boy's corpse jumped out with him!

  "Hidden soul? Undying?"

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

  The blue and white petals stuck to Han Fei's clothes. Hearing the weird crawling sound behind him, he ran in pain.

  "Han Fei!"

  Li Guoer, who left one step ahead of schedule, had already boarded a taxi, and she started the car to pick up Han Fei.

  "Get in the car!"

  The dead body of the boy kept chasing after him. Li Guoer didn't dare to stop, so he could only speed up slowly. Xiao Jia in the back seat opened the car door and waved to Han Fei.

  The hope of escape was in sight, and Han Fei's potential had exploded. When the boy's body was only a meter or two away from him, he got into the taxi.

   "Boom!"

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

  It was really too thrilling just now, he didn't even expect to be able to escape.

  "Li Guo! Drive faster! That kid is still chasing you!"

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  The impact sounded continuously, and the boy's scorched face was stuck to the window of the taxi, but when it was about to enter the car, several pale arms stretched out from the roof, slamming it He flung it aside.

  The taxi speeds up successfully, but the boy's body is still chasing after him.

   "Why does it keep chasing you!" Xiao Jia threw away his wig and said against the somewhat abrupt Mediterranean: "Is it because we took its things? I watched it in the movie Only by returning those things to it~IndoMTL.com~ will you understand the grievances."

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

  Han Fei didn't continue this topic anymore. He took out the nine photos he found in the classroom and pasted them on the roof of the car where the face appeared before.

  "What are you doing?"

  "It's hard for me to explain to you, so you better not ask so many questions." Han Fei stared at the photo, and not long after, something that surprised him happened.

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

  The difference from before was that these people's faces were no longer twisted and hideous, and they even expressed gratitude to Han Fei.

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

  "I didn't feel the malice of the dead. This car seems to belong to me completely now, and the nine dead in vain accepted us!" Han Fei was sincerely happy. He felt that the road he chose was right. Time will prove it all.

  (end of this chapter)