My Iyashikei Game Chapter 338: Excited Dagui (four thousand)
This is the first time that Han Fei ran at full speed after he got the job of security guard in the dead building. Something seemed to be poured into his legs. The more desperate he ran, the faster he ran, and the faster he ran. , The more desperate emotions will emerge in my heart.
"The side effects of the occupation of dead building security are still quite big. It seems right to not regard it as the main occupation."
Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not abate at all, but directly surpassed the woman.
He rushed hard, but suffered the middle-aged man, who was dragged to the ground, his face was in close contact with countless blood garments, and his mouth was also stained with blood.
"Sooner or later, I will be chased after this goes on. Does the red monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted at the woman, but the other party didn't reply, just gritted his teeth and ran wildly and exhausted the woman's strength.
Listen carefully, what sounds have been made from the mouth of the red monster. It grows with the clothing, and the mouth is covered with cloth strips. When you speak, it will reveal a black hole.
"I, yes, you...help, save me." A hoarse voice came from the red monster's mouth, and Han Fei was about to turn his head when the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.
"Don't listen to it! Bet on your ears!"
"Mom, mom...it hurts, my neck hurts."
Just after the woman reminded Han Fei, a child's voice suddenly sounded in a piece of clothing next to her. After hearing this voice, the woman's steps slowed down a bit.
It was just a moment of distraction, her bare ankle seemed to be caught by something.
The body was leaning forward, and the woman looked at the ground in panic, a slender arm stretched out from the blood suit, and a boy with a big head emerged from a blood-stained children's clothing on the ground.
It smirked, his arm was like a sucker, and it stuck to the woman's leg.
The blood-stained children's clothes are like erythema of tarsus, clinging to a woman's calf.
"Mom, mom, don't go..."
The child and woman didn't even know her, she was also decisive, and directly picked up the fruit knife in her hand and pointed it at the children's clothing.
The action is fast and accurate, even if it hurts herself, she doesn't care at all.
It is with this fierce strength that she can live till now. In other words, how can you survive in the closet without blood on your hands?
The fruit knife can't pierce the children's clothing at all, even if it takes a lot of effort to cut a small piece, more blood will appear.
The kid cried and didn't let go. When it was delaying time, a dark red ghost appeared behind the woman.
The flesh and blood melted into the clothes, slowly shattered and unfolded, like the wings of a **** of death, about to hug the woman from behind.
"Come and try this new dress, you will love it!"
The cold words floated out of a piece of clothing, and the blood-clothed monster directly covered the woman and hugged it in her body!
The blood blocked the sight, all the red clothes in the closet seemed to come alive, and the woman's eyes were filled with despair.
She struggled, but to no avail, the blood cloak slowly closed, her eyes narrowed, as if her life was gradually disappearing.
"I'm dead, they have been able to escape, I hope that person can keep the contract to help me find..."
The spirit that had been supporting for a long time began to relax, and the neglected fatigue came from all over the body. The surface of the woman's skin was no longer smooth, and terrifying burn scars began to appear.
She didn't notice those. The last thing she thought of was her son, who couldn't let it go, and she couldn't let it go to death.
"Death!"
A crack appeared in the closed blood color, and the blood coat that the fruit knife could not help was cut open easily.
The woman saw a **** ghost patterned arm stretched into the blood coat, and then she was dragged out by a force.
His eyesight returned, and the woman who fell to the ground quickly got up. After escaping from the dead, she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly moved away from the blood suit.
"I seem to restrain the monster in the closet."
Han Fei accidentally discovered something while swinging the knife.
When the blade constructed by human nature touches the blood coat, the thick and vicious blood coat will melt directly, just like the glacier in early spring is irradiated by the sun.
The blood-clothed monster didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. Its black mouth was bleeding red silk thread, and the face that blended with the clothes was full of shock and fear.
"Departing lives uses human nature as a blade. All the monsters in the butterfly wardrobe seem to be unable to face human nature."
"In the eyes of the butterfly, human nature is only a toy and tool. It should never be imagined that one day the brightest human nature will turn into a sharp knife, sharper than hatred and spite!"
While the blood-clothed monster was shocked, Han Fei rushed forward. He was not going to let him go. The secret of the death knife, the less "people" he knew, the better.
"Nine lives!"
Activating the ghost lines on his body and taking out the last blood-colored paper man, Han Fei is ready to go all out.
Despite the sharp sharpness of the Mortal Knife, Han Fei is just an ordinary person. His body, which is only thirteenth level, is still very fragile and easily injured.
So every time he fights, he dances on the tightrope, either badly hurting others, or being badly hurt by others.
There are some tools commonly used in life in the closet, as well as fruit knives and kitchen knives, but those knives can't hurt the blood-clothed monsters at all. They are predators in the closet.
The blood-clothed monster felt the threat from Han Fei, and it found that there was a strong curse on Han Fei.
It was a little uneasy, and the first reaction was to run for his life.
In the cabinet full of blood coats, it is very difficult to find a blood coat, but Han Fei happened to have a talent for hide-and-seek, as well as extremely abnormal observation and memory. He remembered all the details of the monster. Just stare at it and catch up.
The patrol talent of the security guard on the fourth floor came in handy again, Han Fei casually stuffed a piece of paper into the woman's pocket, and then chased it without looking back.
He is like a shark that smells blood, clinging to each other.
"Hey! Don't chase anymore!"
The woman wanted to stop Han Fei, but Han Fei soon disappeared.
Looking at the dense **** clothes around, the woman squatted beside the middle-aged man, the joy of escaping disappeared. She knew very well in her heart that it would be extremely difficult to reunite after being separated from this place.
"Why are you so impulsive!"
The woman stopped in place. She felt that Han Fei was a very reliable person, and the half-dead uncle next to her was purely a burden.
"What about the others?" The middle-aged man thought the same as the woman. Han Fei left, and he felt that the hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.
"I don't know, let's wait here." The woman watched the surroundings carefully. After more than ten minutes, the clothing in the distance shook lightly. When she was on high alert, Han Fei lifted a blood suit and walked. Came out.
The security uniform was soaked in blood, and Han Fei was not injured.
"Where is that blood-clothed monster?"
"Its body is this dress."
"Did you kill it?" Both the woman and the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei incredulously. An ordinary security guard, except for a slightly handsome, could kill the blood-clothed monster.
"I'm just assisting. It's not me who really did it." Han Fei took out the paper from the woman's pocket. The paper was part of the blood-colored paper man's body. It was also because of this fragment that he could find his way back smoothly. .
"There are some blood coats in the cabinet with resentment remaining on them. Those resentments have re-dominated the clothes. Now I have killed their consciousness and the clothes are'clean'." Han Fei handed the blood clothes to the middle-aged man: "Above There is still the breath of a blood-clothed monster, you should be able to increase your chances of survival if you wear it."
Heard that it can increase the chance of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a while, but still put on a blood coat.
"Let's go, the longer you stay here, the more dangerous it will be."
The secret of the Death Knife has not yet been exposed, but Han Fei has developed a sense of crisis.
After a long walk, Han Fei and the others finally got to the place the middle-aged man said.
In front of me is a pile of clothes stacked on top of each other, making them black and smelly.
"I saw these clothes when I woke up, and then I hid in the pile of clothes and kept hiding..." The middle-aged man was dressed in blood. As long as he didn't speak, he looked terrifying.
Frowning and staring at the pile of blackened clothes, Han Fei found that compared with the blood clothes around, they seemed to have absorbed all the "essence" and consciousness, and became completely "dead".
"If middle-aged men are just useless'trash' thrown by butterflies in the passage, it should be very close to the passage. After all, normal people will choose the nearest trash can when throwing'trash'." Han Fei remained silent. He took away the pile of clothes, he wanted to see if there was something hidden in the pile of clothes.
The three of them moved together, and it took a full half an hour, and they found a half-open cabinet door deep in the pile of clothes.
When they saw the closet door, all three of them were stunned.
"The bear pattern pajamas..."
"Feng Ziyu once wore a coat?"
"My child's school uniform?!"
There is a piece of clothing in the closet door. All three of them saw that piece of clothing, but the appearance of that piece of clothing to the three of them was completely different!
"No! It should be fake! That dress is the one we want to see most in our hearts!" Han Fei wanted to understand the key, and the woman was stunned for a while and endured the pain in her heart, only she had just entered the closet. The middle-aged man ran over.
"My child ran in too?! Damn it! Don't even let the child go!" The middle-aged man didn't think too much. When he was more than one meter away from the closet, the half-open closet door suddenly Open it yourself!
There is no clothes at all behind the cabinet door, only a huge mouth!
What the few people saw just now was not clothes, but a bright red tongue.
The stench and malice came out of the closet, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the middle-aged man's waist and swallowed him directly into the closet.
"Is a mouth in the cabinet?"
The middle-aged man was already stupid. Han Fei decisively drew a knife and slashed at the long tongue, but when he approached, several blood-stained tongues protruded from the closet, like the tentacles of a giant squid.
The strength of the opponent completely crushed Han Fei. He lost his balance and planted into the closet with the middle-aged man.
Clothing fragments are mixed in the gaps between the darkened teeth, and the pungent stench seems to be the smell of death and fermentation.
Hands commanded, Han Fei took out a cigarette from his inventory. When he tried to find the lighter from his pocket, the middle-aged man next to him was already looking stupid. In such a crisis and tension, he actually Want to smoke a cigarette?
The middle-aged man kept crying and squeezing the teeth on the closet with both hands. Han Fei, who had not found the lighter, was dragged into the darkness by his tongue.
Severe pain came from all over his body. Han Fei finally touched the lighter while he was falling. He struggled to make a fire, and occasionally the fire shining brightly around him.
The intestines of this closet’s mouth are covered with faces. They stare at Han Fei blankly. When Han Fei’s body touches them, they open their mouths and bite Han Fei’s meat. .
"What monsters are kept in the butterfly closet?!"
The intestines are getting narrower and narrower, Han Fei's body is constantly being squeezed, he can't catch fire, and there are more and more wounds on his skin.
"Are you going to quit the game? But next time you go online, you will still be in this closet!"
The place bitten by the human face started to turn black, which seemed to be some kind of soul poison.
The middle-aged man was already unconscious when he was bitten. Han Fei was bitten and he didn't know how many times, he was still very sober.
"The human face avoided the arm where the evildoer was. They all seemed to be killed by the butterfly, and instinctively still fear things related to the butterfly."
The lighter couldn't strike, Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away the last cigarette. He adjusted his body and pierced the wall of the "gut" with the Resurrection Knife, and then he directly smashed the arm where Da Xie was hiding into the wound cut by the Resurrection Knife.
Han Fei abruptly stopped the falling body with his arms grasping the flesh and human face.
The wall of the "gut" began to squirm, and his face moved closer to Han Fei. The wounds on the surface of his skin increased. As his blood volume continued to decrease, blood words began to appear under his skin.
Those blood characters seem to be a complete ghost story~IndoMTL.com~ and the protagonist of the ghost story is Han Fei himself.
There is a special power in the word of blood, and the established destiny is deflecting in another direction.
When the blood word was triggered, Han Fei’s arm began to bleed, and a sharp thorn pierced Han Fei’s skin with an extremely ominous aura of disaster, as if something was about to break free from the shackles, from the **** pattern. Climbing out the same.
When Da Nie entered the death building, he turned into a blood pattern. In a way, Han Fei was similar to the other residents of the death building, except that they had a butterfly pattern on them, and Han Fei had a blood pattern of Da Nie.
There hasn’t been any movement in Da Nie before, but when Han Fei was on the verge of death, Da Nie, who was so excited to the limit, seemed to have awakened from his sleep. It desperately wanted to come to Han Fei and was about to follow himself. The dead owner.
The lower the blood volume of Han Fei, the more drastic the changes in blood patterns on his arms.
When the blood volume dropped to a certain value, Han Fei's midnight butcher's professional talent was activated, his physical fitness almost doubled, and gradually began to feel no pain, his eyes turned red, and a trace of depressed animality was released. .