My Iyashikei Game Chapter 988: The redemption of the first ghost
Chapter 989 The redemption of the first ghost
"Catch him!"
Wuchang picked up the fallen Huang Ying, but only held him for a second before Wuchang threw Huang Ying away.
It's not that impermanence is too cold, mainly because Huang Ying is covered in the black blood of the first generation of ghosts. Except for Han Fei, no one and ghosts seem to be able to get close.
The game compartment has been destroyed, but Huang Ying is still wearing the game helmet. Han Fei hurriedly approached. The black blood on his body suddenly began to rush towards him.
Without giving Han Fei a chance to react, the ghost blood directly entered his body and merged with his will and soul. The two are highly compatible, as if only Han Fei can control the darkest and most desperate emotions. bloody.
"Brother Huang? Can you hear me?" Han Fei tried to take off the game helmet. The moment he took off the game helmet, the helmet shattered in Han Fei's hands, turning into pieces of black and white fragments.
It was only at this time that he discovered that the game helmet that Meng put at the core of Nightmare Factory was spliced out of life, and the game helmet seemed to be a simple black box with only one layer.
Following the trend, Han Fei put away all the fragments, and then used the power to heal personality and soothe mental pain on Huang Ying to repair Huang Ying's soul, and pulled Huang Ying back from the verge of losing his soul.
The nightmare on the eleventh floor began to collapse, and Huang Ying opened his eyes in a daze. He pointed at Han Fei, and opened his mouth for a long time before he could say a word - ghost.
"Do you think I'm a ghost?" Han Fei continued to use the healing personality. In the whole nightmare, he was the only one with the ability to heal the spirit and soul. Who would have thought that the executioner with the butcher knife in his hand was actually a healer? Where is the doctor?
As the nightmare disintegrated, Huang Ying slowly woke up, his eyes were red and filled with resentment.
A large number of nightmares ran into his body just now, and some of the black blood of the first generation of ghosts remained on his skin and was seeping into his body little by little. Worry about food and clothing."
"There are some memories hidden in the game helmet, and the call you heard before is from those memories..." Huang Ying hurriedly opened his mouth as soon as he recovered a little strength. Tell Han Fei these words, it doesn't matter if you are a second late.
"Who left the memory that called me? Could it be my parents?" Han Fei's heart raised slowly, and he stared at Huang Ying with all his attention.
Shaking his head slightly, Huang Ying pointed to the black blood on his body: "It is left by the owner of this blood. It is the first ghost to appear in the world. It is ignorant of everything. It carries people's negative emotions and Deep despair, all those who approach it will be cursed, not only doomed to a lifetime of bad luck, but also doomed to ill-fated fate, a very miserable death."
"What does that have to do with me?" Han Fei remembers very clearly that the first generation of ghosts appeared a long time ago, and should have existed at the same time as the first owner of the black box, much earlier than Fu Sheng. Year.
"Everyone is afraid of the first generation of ghosts. Some people try their best to destroy it, but there are also very few people who have helped it. There is a trace of abnormality in the body full of negative emotions." Huang Ying seems to be telling a very long dream, which is long enough to bury it: "If you compare the first generation of ghosts to the deep world, that trace of abnormality is like a ghost."
"Can you make it simpler?" Han Fei increased his healing power, allowing Huang Ying to regain his sanity faster.
"The first generation of ghosts is a kind of real despair, without any vitality and desire, it is even more willing to destroy itself, but the sad thing is that as long as there is a steady stream of despair in the world, it can't really disappear." Huang Ying in I felt that kind of despair in my memory. I couldn't even die, but I could only bear the pain forever and collapse in the suffering.
"But the first-generation ghost I saw in the memory world of the shrine was a corpse! It means that it was successfully killed later!" Han Fei has seen the first-generation ghost many times, and the other party always appears in the form of a corpse In each unspeakable memory.
"It never really died, it was just stripped of its self-awareness." Huang Ying tried hard to recall the memory he saw: "Those who tried to destroy the first generation of ghosts by any means were all killed by the first generation of ghosts. Those who wanted to help the first-generation ghosts gained the approval of the first-generation ghosts. Together, they found a way to make the first-generation ghosts no longer feel hopeless, and that was to strip away their self-awareness."
"The first generation of ghosts didn't have self-awareness?"
"Yes, its main consciousness is boundless despair, and this part of consciousness is sealed in an unknown place; the trace of abnormal emotion born in the soul of the first generation ghost is hidden in people's The body, when one day the despair of the main consciousness breaks out of control, only that trace of abnormal consciousness can heal the first ghost." Huang Ying was talking about the memory he saw, but Han Fei seemed to be looking in a mirror.
Standing up, Han Fei substituted Huang Ying's words into himself and laughed maniacally, feeling somewhat consistent: "Do people who are possessed by the abnormal consciousness of the first generation of ghosts have healing personalities?"
"I don't know this, but I remember that all people who are occupied by abnormal emotions are the hope in the deepest despair. They often have a life of misfortune, but their life is kind." Huang Ying looked at Han Fei seriously: "This first excludes you. I can't even count the ghosts who died at your hands."
"If I wasn't kind, would I risk my life to save these players? They are just strangers to me." Han Fei signaled Huang Ying to continue.
"The abnormal consciousness of the first generation of ghosts is rooted deep in the soul, and will dissipate into the body of another child as one soul dissipates. The specific selection criteria are not mentioned in memory, but that consciousness likes to encounter the same things as itself. Child." When Huang Ying said this, he found that Han Fei seemed to be struck by lightning, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to continue: "What's wrong with you?"
"I... suddenly thought of something." Han Fei stood in the slowly dissipating city: "Child zero became a laughing man after the **** night, and it was also that night that I started to live in his place. Hiding myself in the deepest despair brought me onto the stage.”
Han Fei thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say this guess casually, because even he felt a little creepy.
The twin flowers, the deepest despair, the owner of the black box, and the souls of the dead surrounding the game cabin, these seem to have hinted at him a long time ago.
"It turns out that the first script I starred in as the protagonist was Twin Flowers written by fate in advance."
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked at his hands. The black blood of the first ghost had perfectly integrated into his body, and now he didn't feel any discomfort.
"After Fu Sheng and his children were fused with the blood of the first generation of ghosts, they became unspeakable ghosts, but I didn't..."
Seeing that Han Fei's mental state was not stable, Huang Ying was a little worried: "Do you want me to continue?"
"Speak, tell me everything you saw." Han Fei moved a stone brick, sat next to Huang Ying, and listened carefully.
Huang Ying didn't hide anything. He told Han Fei everything he saw until the nightmare on the eleventh floor was completely shattered.
The city built in imitation of the deep world was absorbed by Han Fei's ghost pattern, and the players who were not bewitched by the dream also left smoothly, but those players who lost their self-awareness and took refuge in the dream were dragged into the deeper layer in the darkness.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the hospital in the main city, and they stayed not far from the shrine.
The gray fog still did not dissipate, and there was a strong smell of blood in the fog.
"Going forward, you should be able to touch the shrine." Huang Ying felt unreal. His spirit and soul had undergone great changes in the eleventh-level nightmare. All the nightmares hacked to death by Han Fei entered his body, benefiting him a lot.
"Don't go any further for the time being." The shrine is close in front of you, but the more cautious you are at this time, Han Fei is well aware of the horror of dreams, and the other party will never sit still.
"I think so too." Huang Ying looked at the nightmare mark on his body: "As long as I get close to the shrine, I will feel the fear from the bottom of my heart, and that power seems to easily knock me out of my wits."
"Be careful to make the Wannian ship. I'm not in good condition now. I'll come back after I finish my training." Han Fei turned around decisively without a trace of hesitation: "The next time I come in again, it's when I and Meng will decide the outcome. Will take four million players out."
Take out the meat cooked by Xu Qin, Han Fei gulped it down to recover his strength, and at the same time took back the ghost patterns of the neighbors in Xingfu Community.
"Let's go, many players outside are still waiting for you." Han Fei took the time to teach Huang Ying his acting skills so that Huang Ying could pretend to be more natural.
After Huang Ying put on the acting master mask, the two walked out of the hospital in the main city one after the other.
The cheers from the crowd almost dispersed the gray fog near the hospital. Those players seemed to have received the news. The three floors inside and outside the three floors were crowded at the exit of the hospital. This battle was much bigger than when Han Fei came out last time. up.
"What happened?" Both Huang Ying and Han Fei were puzzled. They didn't know until a player reminded them that the top players in the top 100 guilds had successfully escaped from the nightmare.
They were trapped in the hospital at the time, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and almost wiped out the whole army. At the critical moment, Huang Ying set off a storm.
The lost players didn't know exactly what happened. When they regained their self-awareness and sanity, they saw Huang Ying fall from the sky in the center of the city.
The surrounding area of Huang Ying has been completely turned into ruins, as if an extremely tragic fight has taken place!
Obviously, the first player, Huang Ying, saved them!
Deep in despair, about to sink into a nightmare forever, there is still one person who is willing to fight the whole city alone and rescue everyone, such a person is probably a hero.
In the past, there were top players who refused to accept Huang Ying, but now those players who refuse to accept Huang Ying defend Huang Ying more than anyone else.
The public chat hall of the players is already boiling. Huang Ying not only returned miraculously, but also saved everyone. The previous despair of the players was swept away. They support Huang Ying, but their human nature distorted by dreams forces them to torture and kill Huang Ying.
"The eleventh-level nightmare is a little more difficult than I imagined." Huang Ying and Han Fei didn't talk to each other in advance. He didn't know that Han Fei had already said that he had entered the twelfth-level nightmare. Fortunately, Huang Ying knew the words More will be lost, did not say much, but with a faint smile on his face.
Back to the residence of the happy community~IndoMTL.com~The top ten guild leaders visited in person. This time they are sincerely grateful to Huang Ying. It is Huang Ying who helped them protect their family fortune and the "force" to maintain order .
"You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do." Huang Ying sat on the president's seat, looking at everyone at the same level: "Our goal is the same, I will do my best to take all the players away and complete my mission. A promise to everyone.”
A few simple words, but the words from Huang Ying's mouth are extremely passionate. Players flocked outside the Xingfu Community resident. They seem to be full of hope as long as they see Huang Ying, as if the night sky above their heads is also illuminated .
In the shadows, Han Fei silently gnawed at the pig's heart. He was also very happy to see this scene. The corners of his mouth twitched abruptly, but he still couldn't show a real smile.
"Brother Huang knew the truth of this game in advance, so from the first day he played this game, he worked harder and desperately than any other player, and he deserved all of this."
Looking back, Han Fei turned and left. He was happy not because he thought this scene was funny, but because he felt that if one day he fell down, someone else would hold up the torch he had lit all his life.