My Iyashikei Game Chapter 655: Instinct!
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The wild laughter sounded in Han Fei's ears, plucking the strings of his soul, and a whirlpool of memory appeared in his blank mind. In the depths of the ocean where the past was preserved, it seemed that something very important was missing.
"This park employee seems to be controlled by some kind of force. The laughter is like some kind of nerve-controlling poison, which has eroded his own consciousness and turned him into what he is now."
It only took a few seconds from the staff member's appearance to the time he collided with the boy's corpse.
The blood fog and the black fog of resentment collided, and the invisible and oppressive atmosphere in the car was washed away, the window glass was full of cracks, and the body became more worn.
It was just a collision, and the whole body of the staff of the park was like burnt porcelain, with a large number of black cracks, and his body was bent back nearly 90 degrees.
The upside-down face hangs on the back. The staff member saw Han Fei from this angle. The smile on his face became more cruel, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, as if he had noticed The murderer who has been tracked down for a long time.
"I'm here to live for you?" Han Fei understood the lip language of the staff in the park. He looked at the horrified smiling face of the other party, and the familiar feeling in his mind became stronger.
"F, laughter, me, the three of us seem to be fighting for the same thing."
"Bang!"
The collision sounded again, and the boy's body fell over the staff of the park. His hands, which had completely merged with the black mist, hugged the staff's waist, and resentment penetrated into the staff's body like spikes, as if to Cut him in the middle.
Han Fei felt pain when he saw that scene, but the smile on the staff's face became brighter. It seemed that the more painful it was, the happier he was.
"Kill me, kill me!"
He raised his head and roared, the staff's mouth was about to be torn apart, and his expression was extremely hideous, as if he was experiencing the most desperate thing in his life.
It is definitely scary to be torn apart by the devil, but Han Fei soon discovered that the source of the staff member's pain was not the boy's corpse, but something else!
The staff's face was ripped apart a little bit, the flesh was detached, and the teeth kept pulling back, and he laughed and burst into tears, using everything in his life to show this last crazy smile.
The boy's corpse seemed to sense something, raised his scorched face suspiciously, and looked at the staff member's chest.
The beating of the heart kept getting louder, and it gradually began to swell. Another chilling laughter sounded in the car, and that laughter happened to come from the staff's swollen heart.
The rib cage begins to deform, the ribs are broken, and something is moving upwards in the staff member's chest.
The boy's corpse was staring at the staff, and the suffocation and death in the entire bus were pulled by some kind of force and converged towards the staff's face.
The moving bus stopped abruptly, and all the dead were shivering.
When the death intent was at its strongest, an arm stretched out from the staff member's body, directly piercing the black mist of resentment and piercing the boy's chest!
No one knows who the arm belongs to, and no one knows why he appeared in the laughter. It seems that all the people affected by the laughter are puppets controlled by him. He can influence those people and subvert the entire city.
"Chaos is heaven!"
The staff member's mouth could no longer be closed, and he burst into tears and laughed, speaking hysterically.
The boy's corpse looked at his body in disbelief. The black mist turned into resentment could not stop the arm. The skin covered with spells was like white paper in front of it. That arm defied everything and penetrated everything. rule.
The beating heart in his chest was held by that hand, and the boy's corpse didn't even understand what was going on when he heard a sound like a bubble popping from his body.
Very low, very special, he has only heard it once.
Looking down, the boy's half-lived, half-rotten heart was crushed by five fingers.
The foul-smelling black blood and the scorched dead skin were mixed together, the black mist of resentment dissipated, and the park staff also died completely at this moment.
When the park staff lost their vitality and stopped laughing wildly, the arm that stretched out of his body retreated into his body and disappeared.
This amazing change was beyond everyone's expectations. Han Fei also wanted to stay, but now the most important thing is to save his life.
"The park staff should just be the puppet of the laughter. The real owner of the laughter is a lunatic who doesn't follow the rules at all. This chaotic and crazy city is simply a stage prepared for him alone."
Unscrupulous, like a devil, weird, crazy, mysterious, and the maniacal laughter aroused Han Fei's high vigilance. Compared to F, the owner of this laughter may be the biggest trouble.
"The terminal of this bus seems to be a paradise. Is that staff responsible for escorting these dead souls? Why did he send a bus full of dead people to the paradise of the living? That paradise really is Is it for the living? Crazy laughter is trying to sneak into the park through this car?"
Han Fei's face slowly twisted under the mask, trying to control his facial muscles to show a smile, but he found that he couldn't do it at all, and he seemed to lose the ability to laugh forever.
"I have to go!" Han Fei glanced at the park staff and the boy's corpse secretly. He grabbed the companion in his sleeve and put it on the neck of the student next to him: "Change position."
While threatening the male student, Han Fei made a gesture with Li Guoer, who had been watching him in the taxi, and he was about to jump out of the car.
The heart of the boy's corpse was crushed, but it did not dissipate. If you stay here, other passengers will stare at him. You'd better stay away from this group of dead ghosts.
Receiving Han Fei's signal, Li Guoer immediately distanced herself from the bus. While reducing the speed of the bus, Xiao Jia made time to place the props used in the ceremony.
Han Fei no longer hesitated. He pushed open the bus window and jumped out while the boy's body was still venting on the park staff.
"Place items!"
Screaming loudly, Han Fei slashed at the passenger who wanted to catch him and escaped successfully.
Seeing Han Fei's departure, the boy's body was completely mad. He only got in the car to kill Han Fei. I didn't expect Han Fei to be fine now, but his heart was shattered.
The corpse of the boy who was gradually weakened screamed with blood and tears. He ignored the injury to his chest and smashed the window glass. With his face that was scorched and covered with glass debris, he screamed and chased Han Fei. !
This kid is really **** off, he just woke up from the dark and met the **** he was going to kill no matter what.
That hatred kept accumulating, and the hatred in its entire body burned like fire.
"You guys get off!"
Xiao Jia and Li Guoer got out of the car together, who took the time to arrange the ritual supplies, while Han Fei stared at the open door of the taxi.
He couldn't get rid of the boy's corpse. If he wanted to avoid being chased and killed by the opponent, he could only find a way to kill him.
To trick the boy into a taxi, someone must act as a bait. At this moment, Han Fei did not hesitate, he knew that this was what he had to do.
Really close to death, Han Fei found that his inner emotions became different from before, his soul was singing, his instinct was awakened, and he even trembled with excitement!
"It turns out that I am so fascinated by the fear to a certain extent. It seems that I have long been used to dancing on the edge of death, leaping into the abyss, and living towards death!"
Going into the car door, Han Fei had already memorized where all the ritual items were placed. When his hand grabbed the other side of the car door, the boy's body rushed into the car.
The black fog of resentment was suffocating, and the scorched body was in front of Han Fei's face, and the black blood dripping from the boy's eyes and mouth fell on Han Fei's white mask.
So close to resentment, being crushed by something extremely fearful, fate seems to have raised a guillotine.
Ordinary people may have given up at this point, unable to struggle anymore, unable to face such despair at all, might as well close their eyes.
There was blood in the pupils, and Han Fei's eyes hidden under the white mask were calm at this moment, and he didn't seem like a person.
He touched the hand of the mirror, waved it upward, and turned the mirror to the boy's face. The other hand holding the knife went directly into the wound on the boy's chest, and pierced the boy's neck with his companion.
The cry of the child sounded in the ordinary mirror, and the boy's body was also affected. When it was about to get out of control, Han Fei put the mirror in the last vacant position.
The faces on the roof of the car appeared silently, and then Han Fei clenched his company, suppressed his resentment with his body, and pressed the corpse of the boy who lost his heart and was severely injured in front of the mirror.
Monsters with completely twisted bones, scorched skin and spilled black blood, all these things that ordinary people fear, can't stop Han Fei.
At the moment closest to death, Han Fei did something that others could not do at all. His choice was crazy but rational. His decision was extremely risky, but it seemed like the only way to survive in a desperate situation.
"Han Fei! Come out!" Li Guoer and Xiao Jia shouted anxiously, but Han Fei turned a deaf ear. Wearing a white smiling face mask, he was like a crying death, pouring his despair and pain into the sharp knife, going crazy Stab into the new skin that the corpse has just grown!
He doesn't have F's talent and a lot of helpers, nor does he have the weird ability and powerful skills of Laughing.
He has nothing, even his memory has been lost, but he knows that he is the real Han Fei!
Unique, implement everything in instinct, and try my best to live!
The eight ritual items were placed in place, and the faces on the roof stretched out their arms to help Han Fei hold down the corpse.
The cry in the mirror is more intense, a lonely poor boy appears in the mirror, his face has not been burned, he is afraid of the things around him, he is afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, he is locked in the mirror , crying with tears streaming down her face.
Affected by the boy in the mirror, the corpse struggled less violently, and the black blood dripping from it began to pour into the spell on the taxi.
Han Fei relied on his super memory to perfectly reproduce most of the spells. Now the black blood is pouring back, and all the spells seem to have life, like tiny blood vessels rooted in a taxi.
Murmurs and laughter sounded, the faces on the roof became clearer, the arms were almost solid, and what the boy's body had absorbed from the nine victims was being retrieved by them.
The seriously injured corpse also wanted to struggle during this period, but was suppressed by Han Fei. He imprisoned the corpse. Those resentments and black mist were restrained by the nine people who died in vain. Neither side gave in.
The boy's cries and screams were mixed together, and cracks began to appear on the originally intact mirror. As the cracks continued to increase, the boy's cries became more and more desperate.
Until the black blood was about to dry, the mirror with the boy's birthday on it suddenly shattered, and a young boy was caught in the hands of the dead.
Angry, resentment, hatred, all the negative emotions were vented towards the boy, but at this time, Han Fei put "accompanying" in the middle of the two.
"It was his father who killed you. He was just a child who was burned to death by a fire. He was wronged and had a debt. Don't be led into evil spirits by anger. We should kill the real murderer."
Han Fei will not hesitate for a second in the face of those who should be killed, but he will never fail to save those who can be redeemed.
A soft-hearted person can't live here, but if he doesn't have his own rules, he will become a butcher who only knows how to kill.
Although Han Fei had tried his best to stop him, those who died in vain still ripped open the boy's soul, leaving him on the verge of losing his mind at all times.
After the boy was severely wounded, the last drop of black blood in the corpse was absorbed by the incantation, and the charred corpse was finally shattered in the black mist together with the mirror, turning into the power of the nine dead men.
The ground was full of embers and blood was all over his body. Han Fei sat in the car covered with blood curses and took back the sharp knife called companionship.
Li Guoer and Xiao Jia outside the car were already stunned. Their original plan was to introduce the body into the car. After Han Fei escaped, close the car door and let the ghosts in the taxi deal with the boy's body. Now Han Fei is directly on his own!
"It's too fierce, isn't he afraid? That's a 'ghost'!"
The two companions are only now waking up from the shock. They ran to Han Fei and checked Han Fei's body~IndoMTL.com~ looking at the taxi that seemed to have changed.
Absorbing the resentment of the boy's body, the car became even more frightening. There were faint sounds of people's conversations, cries and calls for help. After approaching, the temperature dropped sharply, as if sitting on a seat. The car will go to another world.
"Han Fei, are you alright?" Li Guo'er walked slowly to Han Fei's side. She witnessed the whole process and clearly saw what Han Fei looked like when he was fighting just now. At that moment, Han Fei was at peace with Han Fei at ordinary times. completely different.
"I'm fine." Han Fei turned his head, his eyes made Li Guoer uneasy: "After I destroyed the boy's body, that cold voice sounded in my mind again."
"What sound?"
"I can't hear clearly, but now I can at least make one thing clear." Han Fei took off his mask and looked at himself on the window glass: "No matter how many things I forget, Han Fei will always have only one, then It's me."