My Iyashikei Game Chapter 342: Think about who is the hostage before doing it

The woman tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart. She paid a lot for the spirit-calling ritual. She would never allow the ritual to be destroyed. But as the ritual was getting closer and closer to success, she found that her daughter was making trouble.

　　

　　Betrayed by the most trusted family, this feeling is the most painful.

　　

　　"Zhuang Qing, you are older. Since your father passed away, I have rarely interfered with your affairs. Now I hope you will not interfere with me, okay?"

　　

　　's mother's words made Zhuang Qing feel strange. The mother she remembered was not like this. Everything seemed to start with the soul-calling ceremony, and the mother gradually became different.

　　

　　 Father’s soul was not recruited, but his mother no longer resembled her before, which made Zhuang Qing even more frightened.

　　

　　 She opened her mouth several times, but she didn't speak. There was another secret hidden in her heart. She didn't even dare to tell her mother.

　　

　　 seemed to be worried about waking up the little daughter. The mother was very restrained, but the disappointment in her words was cut on Zhuang Qing's heart like a knife.

　　

　　 "From now on, you should stop approaching your father's room."

　　

　　 pressed the last sentence, his mother took the kitchen knife from Zhuang Qing's hand and left.

　　

　　 The living room returned to death again, and Zhuang Qing's voice suddenly sounded after a long time.

　　

　　"But...I also had another dream. It was not my father who died in a car accident, but us. We are thinking of him, and he is thinking of us. Every time I dream of him, he changes It’s getting older."

　　

　　 Her hand touched the bedroom door, as if touching her father’s arm: "We all miss you, but I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I always have a feeling. If the evocation is successful, maybe you It will be more painful."

　　

　　 Zhuang Qing did not damage the door this time, and left quietly.

　　

　　"They should all go back to sleep, let's go quickly." The middle-aged man said with a bitter face: "I want to be seen like this, and I might really be regarded as a ghost."

　　

　　 "Wait, they said they heard footsteps in the room at night, I want to see what they are attracting." Han Fei and Zhuang Qing's family have a relationship, and he just knows the real Zhuang Ren, so he was pretty sure that the one who was recruited was definitely not Zhuang Ren.

　　

　　 If he wants to quickly gain the trust of Zhuang Qing's family, there is also a very simple way, and that is to call the real Zhuang Ren into the dead building.

　　

　　The manager of the dead building tampered with the memories of Zhuang Qing's family, allowing them to live in a painful cycle. If they can see the real Zhuang Ren, perhaps the memory tampered with by the manager of the dead building can be restored.

　　

The family of 　　 really moved Han Fei. In order to find his wife and daughter, his father, who lives in reality, went crazy in a virtual death game, driving himself crazy day after day.

　　

　　The wives and daughters who live in the deep world are constantly trying the soul-calling rituals, trying to save their husbands.

　　

　　The memory has been tampered with, but they all want to redeem each other in their own way.

　　

　　Compared with butterflies, they are indeed insignificant, but they are also doing their best to fight the destiny that has been doomed.

　　

　　Han Fei is a bystander. He has witnessed everything and felt the most.

　　

　　 Zhuangren’s wife and daughter died many years ago. This is a fact. Even if you have a black box, you can’t change it. Perhaps all he can do is pass his thoughts on to the other party.

　　

　　"Living people, if they carry too much, it may be difficult to move on. Many people understand this truth, but there are still countless people willing to carry it. Maybe this is the beautiful place of human nature."

　　

　　While Han Fei was thinking, footsteps appeared again in the living room. This footstep sound was different from all the previous footsteps. It was like a person jumping on tiptoes.

　　"The three mothers and daughters should all go back to sleep, who is the sound of footsteps in the living room now?"

　　

　　 Even if a living person is sleepwalking, he will not make such strange footsteps. Han Fei gently opened the bedroom door to a gap, and something faintly moved in the dark living room.

　　

　　 held his breath, ten seconds later, the footsteps got closer and closer, and a woman appeared in the aisle between the sofa and the TV.

　　

　　 She touched the ground on her toes, as if being carried by something, moving in the living room.

　　

　　 "Ghost?" The middle-aged man in blood was obviously more like a ghost than a ghost at this time, but he looked terrified, and the anxiety in his eyes almost overflowed.

　　

　　The middle-aged man’s voice was very low, but it was this very faint voice that attracted the woman in the living room.

　　

　　's pale face slowly turned, her toes dragged to the ground, and her body quickly rushed towards the bedroom.

　　

　　 eyes facing each other, Han Fei happened to see each other: "Zhuang Ren's second daughter? Why is she?"

　　

　　 Han Fei is very familiar with that face. What makes him puzzled is how the second daughter who was just fine just now suddenly became like this? Is it related to the statue of Zhuang Ren's wife placed under the second daughter's bed?

　　

　　 At first, Zhuangren’s wife and daughter behaved normally, no different from when they were alive. Han Fei had seen photos of them in reality. I don’t know if they really thought they were reborn here.

　　

　　 But now Zhuang Ren's second daughter's performance is completely different from before. Her face is pale, and the most terrifying thing is her eyes.

　　

　　 There are black threads intertwined in the white of her eyes, as if someone is holding the thread in her eyeball and manipulating her gaze.

　　

　　While Han Fei saw her, the second daughter also saw Han Fei. At this time, Han Fei had closed the bedroom door again and asked the middle-aged man to put his back against the door panel.

　　

　　 The sound of footsteps outside disappeared. A few minutes later, Han Fei looked at the crack of the door again, with dark thick hair in his vision.

　　

　　 "There are no long eyes on the back of his head, how can she look inside..." Han Fei thought of this~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly realized something, and he looked up along the crack in the door.

　　

　　 On the door panel at the top of the door, there is a grimace staring at him!

　　

　　 The woman and the middle-aged man also saw the face, and when they subconsciously moved away, Han Fei had an extra knife hilt in his hand.

　　

　　 Can a bladeless knife hack someone to death?

　　

　　's grimace doesn't dodge, it remembers Han Fei's looks. At this time, the lock rattles and it seems to want to enter the bedroom!

　　

　　 The door was blocked by a Li ghost, and there was only the closet behind him. The woman and the middle-aged man were so nervous that they couldn’t even speak, but Han Fei took the initiative to open the door, as if he was in the same group as the Li ghost. Cooperate.

　　

　　"Touch the secrets of the soul!"

　　

　　 Under the incomprehensible gaze of the woman and the middle-aged man, Han Fei's knife fell on the grimace.

　　

　　 Scary face shattered like a mask, and then Han Fei's poisonous hand grabbed the opponent's neck, and a blood-red delicate paper man crawled along his arm to the wound of the grimace.

　　

　　When the paper man got into the ghost face, Han Fei covered Li Gui's mouth with the secret of touching the depths of his soul, and dragged it directly into the bedroom like a kidnapper holding a hostage.

　　

　　 "Honestly, you dare to wake up the other people in the house, don't blame me for being polite."

　　

　　With the blessing of master acting, Han Fei's handsome face is occupied by coldness and madness. At this time, he looks more hideous than ghosts.