My Iyashikei Game Chapter 329: Cut!
The death curse on the red dress spread to the anchorwoman, and she still hugged the woman in the red dress.
The gossip turned into a knife, and it was pierced from the scar in the heart of the woman in the red dress. The female anchor was cut and covered in blood, and she still did not let go.
The incurable terminal illness became poison, and it penetrated into the female anchor’s body little by little. Her beautiful face became haggard, her muscles withered like dried flowers, she lost her beauty and her healthy body. , But she still holds the red dress.
"Nothing will let me let go."
"I knew I was terminally ill, but my parents and doctors never told me when I would leave. I was born with despair. They gave me hope to live every day."
"I want to share this hope with more people, so that all of them can see!"
The withered bodies merged together, and the blood vessels flowed over the red skirt, washing the death curse, spreading out in all directions.
"Even if I am destined to have a sad background in my life, I will use blood to knit a bright red dress, strutting, walking through the night, and embracing the sun!"
The blood-red dress is like the most dazzling flower on the other shore. When she blooms, all the red in the world is eclipsed.
Resentment, yin, pain and despair in my heart have all become ministers under the skirt. The death curse has been washed away. The red dress seems to have shattered something in her body. Her body and breath are infinitely skyrocketing .
The red dress at this time is constantly approaching the merged Xiaoba, and unlike Xiaoba, she has absolute control over her own grievances!
The red dress floated in the death curse, and the woman in the red dress looked at Han Fei who was attracting the attention of the jumper.
A short but unforgettable scene flashed in my mind. The scattered red skirts were picked up piece by piece and put together, wrapping the walkie-talkie from the top floor, the face that was getting further and further away, Now it's getting closer and closer.
Why did you leave me there alone?
Wait, I will pick you up.
You saved us before, now I will help you stop her.
If I can live, I hope we can become friends.
"Obviously I have fallen into the depths of despair, and I still insist on giving others hope. Now you...like me before."
Holding the little girl in his arms, Han Fei was forced to desperate situation. When he kept moving backward and his back had touched the wall, a footstep sounded from the other side of the corridor.
When he was about to turn his head to look, the field of vision in his eyes was completely occupied by the red dress.
An unimaginable resentment crashed on the body of the jumper! Almost crushed the body of the jumper!
Countless black characters disappeared in an instant, and then slowly emerged from the body of the jumper. It seemed that as long as the jumper did not die, the death curse would continue to emerge.
The fusion of the red skirt has been approaching the top resentment infinitely. Some changes have taken place in her body. Now she seems to be different from other resentments.
When the jumper was dragged again, the divorced mother and the needle girl also approached one after another, and there was a vague connection between them and the jumper.
They can feel the commonality of each other, but they can't communicate. It seems that there is a thorn in everyone's heart, hindering everything.
"Why not?" Han Fei looked at the girl in his arms: "Can you make them become themselves again?"
The girl shook her head.
"They treat you as their child, which shows that humanity is very important in their hearts. They also understand this, but there seems to be some problems." Han Fei frowned: "Zhuang Wen's child is dead. In reality, the baby’s body was buried on the balcony. If the girl in front of them was treated as their own child, who would be buried on the balcony of 1244 now?"
Han Fei discovered the key point. He did the same when he played the dead building game before. As long as he dug out the body on the balcony, he would die.
While the red skirt tried to delay, Han Fei ran to the top floor again with the little girl.
The door of room 1244 has been destroyed by the jumping ghost, Han Fei stepped on the talisman paper all over the floor and ran directly to the balcony.
Pushing open the balcony door, there are sticky blood and scratches everywhere.
Han Fei directly took out the resurrection knife and pried open the floor tiles covered with thick blood stains together with the others.
A wooden box covered with talisman paper appeared in front of Han Fei. This box was exactly the same as in reality. Just looking at this box, he even had the illusion that he was back to reality.
Carefully took out the box, Han Fei tore off the talisman paper on it, and slowly opened it. The scene in front of him already made Han Fei speechless.
The corpse of a baby is placed in a wooden box covered with talisman paper. It is covered with butterfly patterns and densely written with black and red death curses. In addition to these, there is a broken piece in its heart. The butterfly wings, all the patterns and death curses spread out from that wing.
"This is the source of Zhuang Wen's pain and hatred. Does the butterfly even let the dead baby go?"
The baby is gone, and the box contains just a corpse for warming butterfly wings.
"Perhaps destroy it and Zhuang Wen's body can fuse together."
Holding the death knife, Han Fei looked at the little girl next to him. He didn't know if it was right to do this, he had no way now.
"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly stood in front of the corpse. She grabbed the wooden box: "I want them to take a look and they will understand."
The girl represents the last remaining humanity of Zhuang Wen. Without waiting for Han Fei to speak, she ran out of the house holding the wooden box.
When the talisman paper on the wooden box was torn apart, there was already a slight connection between the jumper and several memories.
Back downstairs, the little girl ignored Han Fei's obstruction and ran to the crazy jumper holding the box.
"Return my child to me!"
"Your child is dead." The girl stumbled and ran between the blood, much like a young girl living in an exorcist's house: "It's here, it's dead, there's no other way. Back!"
The little girl's words attracted the attention of the jumper. When the jumper looked at her, she directly grabbed the baby's corpse in the wooden box.
"Don't be crazy about it anymore, it definitely doesn't want its mother to go crazy because of it! You should understand, because you thought so when you were a kid!"
Zhuang Wen's mother was fascinated by ghosts, used her as a bargaining chip, and took her into the Exorcism House.
The girl kept saying those things~IndoMTL.com~The needle girl and the divorced mother slowly calmed down, but the jumping ghost not only did not calm down, but became more and more crazy!
She kept repeating death and killing, she still wanted to kill everything she saw, and she wanted to drag all the happy people down from the high buildings.
"If you touch me, you will die! You will die!"
The death curse on the ghost is getting stronger and stronger. She refuses to merge with other memories, and even the eyes of other memories contain killing intent!
"You can't convince her." Han Fei walked to the little girl.
"If you destroy the baby's body and we still can't merge our memories, then she will follow you forever and chase you." The little girl made a difficult decision, and she reached out to Han Fei: "Give the knife to Me, let me chop up this corpse."
Looking at the little girl in surprise, but Han Fei didn't hand out his knife. Since he took the little girl out of room 1224, the system has reminded him that he and the jumper will never die.
"Let me come." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the mortal knife: "My knife, you can't hold it."