My Iyashikei Game Chapter 504: The smiley face I made for her

In the game "Perfect Life", theoretically any prop can be used as a weapon, but this is the first time Tetsuo has seen a person charging with a spiritual altar.

Since Han Fei entered the residential building, the weird atmosphere has been getting worse and worse. The Yin Qi is like a shackle, making it difficult to breathe.

At this moment, the shroud man came over again, provoking again and again, which made Han Fei decide not to hold back.

He wants to find the laughing ghost as soon as possible, complete the task, and leave with the three players.

The shroud man stood with his back to Han Fei, confident. He was different from other people trapped in the mirror.

Every piece of paper money under his feet seems to have a subtle connection with him, and he seems to be the protagonist of the funeral on the fourth floor.

The loose shroud fluttered with the wind, and the man slowly turned around, and an extremely dangerous aura emanated from him.

Han Fei's skin was prickled by Yin Qi, and ghost lines appeared automatically.

He was fearless, and accompanied by several figures, he crashed into the darkness!

The sky was full of despair, and Han Fei raised the altar and smashed it down!

"Crack!"

The mirror exploded in the air, and each fragment reflected Han Fei's face.

When the last piece of glass fell, shadows walked out of Han Fei.

"Why don't you always let me out?" Li Ji's slender body was bent at ninety degrees, his head was down, perpendicular to the ground, and he smiled at Tie Nan and Yantang.

Crying sounded, fingers plucking at the heartstrings of the living, and half of the head was exposed behind Han Fei's back.

The one-eyed Yinglong stepped aside silently, blood was blooming, and a table knife wrapped in human skin was directly nailed into the mirror at the end of the corridor.

The cracks were like lightning, splitting everything in an instant.

"You can't escape."

The man in the shroud disappeared, and there was only a piece of mirror left where he stood just now.

But looking back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, there are more men wearing shrouds in the huge mirror.

This ghost seems to be able to walk freely through the mirror. His special ability fits perfectly with the mirror, and his speed is ridiculously fast. So far, Han Fei has never seen his face.

"A mirror is still a mirror if it is broken. It must not leave a piece of it. Maybe I can let it eat all those mirrors." Han Fei grabbed the shadow on the wall, and the black python understood it and started Happily devour those shards of mirrors that are tainted with yin.

It is difficult for others to deal with the ghost in the mirror, but Han Fei is different. He has a little monster in his hand that even the system cannot identify. This thing can eat and digest anything.

"Eat slowly, there are many more in this building." The black shadow's belly was like a bottomless pit, and after digesting the mirror fragments, its body swelled up a bit.

"Yes, Brother Youfu, why did your family members come out of the altar?" Tie Nan didn't pay attention when he was in the hotel, but now seeing the ghost so close at hand, he was so frightened that his soul would fly out.

"Why do I feel like your words are scolding me?" Han Fei frowned slightly, and pushed Tie Nan aside. He and his neighbors looked at the mirror at the end of the corridor.

The mirror is the largest mirror in the whole building. There seems to be another world hidden in the mirror, and the things inside also have their own life and consciousness.

The two sides confront each other, and their intersection is Aunt Li and Yantang.

The voice in Auntie's ear was getting louder and louder. The owner of that voice seemed to have lost his patience. He didn't care about other things and let his own voice enter Auntie's mind.

The severe pain came, and memories that did not belong to me exploded in my mind. Ordinary people simply cannot bear such pain.

Aunt Li let out a scream, and fell towards the mirror. When her head was about to touch the mirror, Yantang's hand and an arm in the mirror grabbed Aunt at the same time.

"Do it!"

The mirror surface was like a pool of blood that had been dyed red, with blood oozing from every crack. The couple in Chinese-style wedding gowns turned around completely, and there seemed to be insects moving under their bare faces.

Then something even more terrifying happened. The smooth facial skin of the newlyweds turned outwards, and scars protruded from under the skin, as if someone had used surgical thread to sew a crying expression on their faces.

Screams sounded, and the newlyweds jumped out of the mirror.

"What a strong resentment."

Full of resentment, they were killed at the happiest moment, and the happy event turned into a mourning event.

Although they have no facial features on their faces, the scars sewn with needlework can express their mood at this time.

Sorrowful, painful, extremely sad.

Negative emotions are like sticky threads, which not only infect those around you, but also drag them into the world in the mirror.

Hysterical cries sounded at the end of the corridor, and strangely, a cry sounded beside Han Fei.

This is the cry of a child, there is no extra emotion in that voice, it is completely dominated by despair.

He was born as a desperate child, and what his biological father liked to hear most was his crying.

Ten fingers pierced the skin, and crying was the first to rush over.

The viscous negative emotions have become the weapons of the men and women in the mirror, and paper money is flying everywhere, but all their attack methods can't produce any substantial damage to crying.

Crying immersed in the depths of despair can take advantage of all things of despair. As long as there is hopelessness in the enemy's heart, the knife that kills them has already been buried in their own hearts.

The more desperate you are, the closer the knife tip will be to your heart.

When he was crying and fighting with his new wife, Li Hu couldn't wait to walk to Yantang and Aunt Li.

"It's really good. I like the breath of you very much. The young man is very promising. This aunt also impresses me. She really can't be judged by her appearance." Staring at Yantang with his head down, even if Yantang was very courageous, he was quite frightened at this moment.

Li Huan wanted to drag Auntie away from the mirror, but just as he pulled Auntie, Aunt Li screamed again, her seven orifices began to bleed, and her body became weaker and weaker.

Aunt Li's painful voice was heard far away in the corridor, and the thing hidden in the dark finally couldn't sit still.

There was the sound of a mirror shattering in the room near the stairs on the fourth floor, followed by a large amount of plasma gushing out from the door. The plasma seemed to have life, and after flowing out of the room, it slowly gathered into a blood-red weirdo.

His body is much taller than normal, and his face also has no facial features, but an angry expression was stitched up with surgical thread.

After the angry man appeared, the sound of brisk footsteps came from downstairs, and a child dragged a head, bouncing and appearing at the entrance of the corridor on the fourth floor.

His face turned slowly, and a happy expression was sewn on his face without facial features.

Hard laughter sounded, and the boy dragged the head and rushed towards Han Fei!

There seems to be infinite power hidden in the small body, and there is an afterimage behind it, and the speed is astonishingly fast.

Huge eyes opened on the wall beside Han Fei, and the girl holding the fish tank raised her head, and the straps covering her eyes fell off, revealing the deep hole.

The boy seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and his speed slowed down. Before he could react, a table knife slashed across his neck.

Decapitated, the expression on the boy's face stitched up with surgical thread is still smiling, but under the smile, it is full of blood and pain.

"Yingyue's gaze is not something everyone can bear. Sadness, anger, and happiness are all stitched on the faces of the residents in the building. I understand why this place is called the Mirror Clinic. It specializes in Used to make new cheeks for those disgraced monsters in the mirror."

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering mirrors sounded one after another, the noise was so loud that the whole street could hear the huge sound.

Soon there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and the figures standing in the mirror came out, and their faces without facial features were all scratched with knives.

Open wounds act as lips, scabbed scars become eyes, and thin surgical lines define eyebrows and noses.

There was a fixed expression on the faces without facial features. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, men, women, young and old, and they all crowded towards the fourth floor.

Han Fei is very glad that he didn't do it directly in the clinic. If he destroyed a lot of mirrors at that time, he would probably have drawn these people out in advance.

In such a narrow environment, surrounded by so many ghosts, he may not be able to survive.

Backing back, several people gathered together, protecting Aunt Li in the middle.

The aunt who fell to the ground now has a splitting headache, her eyes are red and swollen, and the eyeballs are all bloodshot.

As if she noticed that the aunt's breath was weak and she could no longer stand the torment, the voice in her mind that had been calling her finally stopped.

This small detail caught Han Fei's attention. The owner of the mirror clinic didn't seem to want to hurt Aunt Li from the beginning, but kept calling her.

Han Fei asked Aunt Li before, and Aunt Li replied later, saying that the voice made Aunt Li stay away from Han Fei as soon as possible.

Maybe that voice thought Han Fei was dangerous, so he wanted to protect her in his own way.

"Since you all regard me as a bad person, I'll let you see me being bad once." Han Fei's eyes showed a bit of evil, and his smile began to twist and hide, as if the dark side hidden deep in his heart had been activated.

Under the bewildered gaze of the other two players, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and pulled her up from the ground.

Take out the Rebirth Knife, the bright light of the knife illuminated the dark corridor, and then Han Fei put the Rebirth Knife on Aunt Li's shoulder.

Auntie's face was covered with blood, she was trying hard to digest the extra memories in her mind, her body was very weak, and she couldn't resist at all.

"Your wife is here, if you don't want her to die, you'd better come out by yourself."

With his cold tone, perverted smile, and vicious eyes, Han Fei seemed to be a completely different person.

He grabbed Aunt Li's neck with one hand, and his fingers sank into Aunt Li's flesh.

Aunt Li, whose face was covered in blood, seemed to be unable to breathe, and her hands and feet began to struggle subconsciously.

After touching the player, Han Fei could clearly see the real-time attributes of the opponent, and at this moment he was staring at the life value of the aunt.

"You walked away like a turtle, throwing all the difficulties and despair to her. Do you know that she has been looking for you for twenty years?"

With the innate talent of the throat held by the devil, coupled with the active ability of speech spirit, every word Han Fei said now contained special power.

"You are dead, do you want to kill her now? Do you want your child to be orphaned?"

"Just like those orphans you have seen before, they can't even choose their own lives, and they are forced to accept the fate of others' charity. From their brains to their souls, everything is filled with despair!"

The voice was suppressed and angry, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. Han Fei seemed to be slowly exerting force on the hand that was holding the aunt's neck.

"She spent her entire life looking for you, and now that she has finally come to you, are you willing to watch her die?"

Han Fei heard a strange noise coming from downstairs, and something was slowly approaching.

"It seems that you really don't care about her, even if she dies in front of you, you will be indifferent."

The blade was raised, and the bright light of the blade reflected Han Fei's cold eyes.

He listened to the sound of slowly moving downstairs, and laughed hysterically. Without any hesitation, he swung the knife with all his strength!

The Butcher's Knife of Rebirth will become extremely sharp when facing **** enemies, but it cannot kill those who are truly kind.

This is the characteristic of the Rebirth Knife, but even so, Han Fei didn't dare to gamble casually.

The knife he slashed was not aimed at the aunt's neck at all, but at the hand that was holding the aunt's neck.

In this way, even if it is too late to withdraw the knife, it will not accidentally injure the aunt.

Everything was calculated by Han Fei, and he didn't hold back the knife at all.

Master-level acting skills were fully displayed by Han Fei. Just as the blade was about to strike Han Fei's own hand, the sound of a mirror exploding suddenly sounded in the corridor around the corner. A doctor in a white coat rushed towards Han Fei like he was crazy. Come.

This doctor Han Fei met downstairs. He was standing in the mirror in the consultation room, but no matter how the aunt shouted, the other party didn't turn around. He seemed to have something to hide.

At this time, when the doctor rushed over, everyone present also saw the doctor's face.

All the facial features on the sharp-edged face were taken away, leaving only stitched wounds.

The Rebirth Knife stopped an inch away from the back of his hand, and Han Fei secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

If the doctor runs slower, he may really cut off his own hand.

Han Fei hadn't tried what would happen if he cut himself with the Rebirth Knife. Although he was the owner of the Rebirth Knife, he was also a butcher with blood on his hands after all.

Letting go of his hand, Han Fei patted Aunt Li's shoulder lightly.

Aunt Li clutched her neck and opened her eyes weakly. She saw the doctor in front of her. The person she had been looking for for twenty years just appeared in front of her. Everything felt unreal.

Twenty years have passed, and Aunt Li has long lost her youthful face. Time has taken away everything from her, but the doctor in front of her still seems to be the same as twenty years ago.

Looking at the disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands, and she could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.

Without the obstruction of the mirror, even after twenty years, she can still recognize each other at a glance.

"Where have you been all these years?"

Aunt Li walked towards the ghosts in the deep world. The resentment that terrified ordinary people was her concern that she never let go of.

The doctor exuding a sinister aura stood in the middle of the corridor, he didn't dare to lower his head, as if he was afraid that his disfigured face would scare his wife.

Seeing Aunt Li walking towards him, this ghost exuding a large resentment even took a few steps back.

"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn't tell me anything, and I don't even know what to say to my children." Aunt Li's face was mixed with blood and tears, and she was extremely uncomfortable: "At first I lied to my son that you had traveled a long distance, and later that you went abroad, and he kept yelling for you... When I was nine years old, I hit him for the first time because he said you were an irresponsible father, The worst father ever, he said you were dead!"

Aunt Li, whose spirit had reached her limit, walked towards the doctor.

Listening to her words, the doctor who kept retreating stopped.

The husband and wife of twenty years ago stood facing each other. Aunt Li slowly grabbed the doctor's white coat and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again.

The corridor was extremely quiet, Tie Nan and Yantang seemed to have remembered something that happened to them.

"Why are you afraid of ghosts? She wants to see him so much, maybe a world with ghosts is also good." Yantang seemed to have thought of something, he slowly lowered his head: "It's a pity that this is just a world Games, fantasizing such a world as reality, I am afraid it will always be just a daydream.”

Aunt Li's spirit has reached its limit now. She is old, and she has been in the game for almost two days. Now she sees her husband who has been missing for many years.

"Sister, if you get too close to him, you will die." As long as a living person gets close to a large-scale resentment, he will be hurt by resentment, even if the doctor tries his best to control it: "If you die here, you may never be able to see each other again If you touch him, you will lose your only chance to save him."

As soon as Han Fei said this, Aunt Li slowly let go of her white coat.

"Your wife has suffered so much to find you, she will appear here, you should know what this means, right?" Han Fei stared at the doctor's disfigured face: "Come with us , go to another place of hatred, so that you can be together forever, and you can also be redeemed."

The needle thread on the doctor's face trembled slightly, and he seemed to be trying to make an expression, but the result of doing so was that the wound on his face was still bleeding.

After hesitating for a long time, the doctor shook his head, and at the same time, those weird people in the building also came out from every corner.

They all have no faces, and there are occasional expressions sutured with surgical threads on their bald faces.

The ghosts are quite powerful, and they all seem to obey the doctor's orders.

Stretching out his hand to touch the blood from the wound, the doctor squatted in front of Aunt Li, and wrote the word "Atonement" on his white coat.

"Atonement? Did you really kill someone? Did you attend those killing parties?" Aunt Li remembered the cruel scenes she saw in the hotel.

The doctor shook his head, and he wrote a few more words - because of a woman, I ruined her face.

The doctor couldn't explain some complicated things clearly. He took out a thick medical record from under his white coat.

Everyone in this building has their own medical records, including the doctor's own.

Aunt Li took the medical record, and Han Fei walked over quietly while she was checking it.

The doctor's real name is Yan Mo. Because he ruined a woman's face, he was punished here to make a more perfect face for the woman.

He can use any of the faces of the patients in the clinic, as long as he can make more beautiful faces.

Until he can make a suitable face for a woman, his soul will be bound by her life, and his own face will be locked in a plastic surgery hospital.

"The rope of life is not a problem, I can cut it off for you, and I can also fake the illusion that you are dead, as long as you are willing to come with us." Han Fei really needs someone who knows the plastic surgery hospital, let alone this person. Doctors seem to have a very special ability to manipulate some patients who have no faces.

The doctor shook his head again, he had been standing facing Aunt Li, if he still had an expression, then I believe he must be full of guilt.

"If you're worried about these patients, you don't have to. Let's just take them away together~IndoMTL.com~ Han Fei looked at the faceless monsters, not only didn't feel scared, but there was even a smile in his eyes. There is a trace of curiosity.

Why do plastic surgery hospitals need so many faces? Just to make the most perfect face?

Han Fei is also a little puzzled. There are three hatreds in the plastic surgery hospital. The three of them have the same abilities and talents. Depriving ghosts of their faces should be the ability of a faceless woman. The life rope is probably made of white shoes and paint. The ability to work one of the two.

Up to now, among the three hatreds, there was one talent that Han Fei hadn't figured out yet.

When Han Fei said that he could take away all the patients, Dr. Yan seemed a little moved.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible. Your wife is in poor condition. If she doesn't leave in time, she may die in the clinic." Han Fei spoke very straightforwardly, and there is no need to beat around the bush now.

The patient with no face surrounded him, and the couple in the mirror and the man in the shroud all came out, and there were traces of the doctor's stitches on their faces.

After thinking for a long time, the doctor wrote a sentence in blood-people who enter the clinic can no longer leave, unless you can break the mirror.

The doctor gently pushed Aunt Li away. He came to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the ground, and completely smashed the huge mirror on the wall.

There is a door hidden behind the mirror, and all kinds of beautiful faces are painted on the door.

The doctor picked up the fragments of the mirror and cut his own body. He mixed Yin Qi and black blood, and evenly applied it to every face.

Every face that drank his blood slowly opened its eyes, and after all the faces saw him clearly, the door was opened.

Pleasant laughter rang in everyone's ears, and the doctor wrote again with blood—the smiling face I made for her was inside, and no one could leave the clinic alive without destroying her.