My Iyashikei Game Chapter 678: The way I choose
Chapter 679 The path I choose
Is the deep world a ghost? Is it the first-generation ghost mentioned by the maniacal laugh? Han Fei couldn't verify these things for the time being. He felt like he was standing blindfolded in a huge maze, relying on various subtle voices to judge the direction and explore forward.
"After death, the body rots and the soul dissipates. If the whole city is viewed as a person. The city during the day is the rotting body, and the deep world where despair is deposited at night is the soul that is slowly dissipating. "
While Han Fei was thinking, the mouth of the big-headed baby in the doll opened and closed quickly, black blood mixed with curses poured out of his throat, and the blood vessels in his whole body were shrinking.
"Help, save me, I don't want to die, I don't want to die in this doll's belly." The big-headed baby pleaded for help with his last strength, but his father couldn't bear it, even though he turned into a monster, he still walked forward slowly .
"Don't go over there." Han Fei put the sharp knife horizontally in front of the man.
“But he is my son.”
"That's still your daughter." Han Fei's voice was still cold: "Now it's time to make a choice. If you can only keep one child, do you choose the ghost with the body of your son, or choose to be imprisoned in a ghost?" The son in the belly?"
"I..." The middle-aged man clenched his hands, and he knelt down towards his son's body: "I'm sorry, I have already lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose my son again. If you can save it, go and save the victim." The son trapped in the belly of the ghost."
My younger sister was once again abandoned by her father. From birth to death, until now, her fate seems to be completely composed of being abandoned.
Just when the father made a choice, the son with long hair laughed, and a beautiful smile appeared on his delicate face. Gradually, the smile began to distort, and his eyes protruded outward. , It seems to be dripping blood!
"Hee hee hee hee!"
Hard and thin laughter came from the boy's mouth, and it was obvious that it was a girl's voice.
"You are really miserable. Even if you got a human body, you are still abandoned by the closest people." What Han Fei said was also very heartbreaking to ghosts: "The emotions and bonds between people It's hard to replace, you only have hatred in your eyes, you probably can't understand it."
Han Fei walked forward holding the red rope: "If there is another life left, I hope you can live happily ever after."
The boy standing in the corner has an extremely horrified expression, the hatred of being abandoned again and again gathers in his eyes, his body bones make a crisp sound, and his normal body begins to become deformed, just like her "human" life .
"The reason why the evil spirits can escape the control of Paradise is probably because you can hide in the bodies of living people. During the day, you get into your brother's body to play the role of your brother. At night, your brother's body is asleep, and you get into a doll Go out and hunt all the game participants inside and out, and get more despair and hatred.”
"From this point of view, a small number of people in this city hide ghosts, and their extremely abnormal and mutated psychology may be ghosts growing in their hearts."
These evil spirits that are not controlled by Paradise are mostly aggregates of certain emotions, and strictly speaking, Xu Qin can also be classified into this category.
In fact, Han Fei thought of another thing in his heart. The handle of the black knife in F's hand seemed to be composed of countless wills, but the handle was different from all evil spirits, and the condensed consciousness was also different. It is incompatible with the entire deep world.
Walking forward slowly, the boy's body has changed a lot, but as long as the younger sister doesn't return to the doll's body, her threat to Han Fei is very limited.
As the shackles of memory were slowly shattered, Han Fei's terrifying fighting instinct, amazing physical fitness and extremely firm will were slowly being unified, and he became stronger and more confident.
"Hee hee hee..."
The boy lowered his head halfway, his protruding eyes staring at Han Fei through the gaps in his hair, the hatred in his eyes almost turned into substance.
"Hate should be a more terrifying emotion than resentment. Maybe if you collect enough hatred, you can create a ghost stronger than resentment."
Now Han Fei doesn't have the slightest awe of hatred. When he got within three steps of the boy, the boy fell on all fours and bit Han Fei like a wild dog in the alley!
Reaching out to grab the boy by the neck, Han Fei pushed him to the ground and tied him up with a sheet and the red rope in his backpack.
"I don't know if this ceremony is useful. I will try my best to help you and see if you can save your daughter and son." Han Fei put his knee on the boy's back and took it out of his backpack. Various props needed for the resurrection ceremony.
The middle-aged man who was still kneeling on the ground suddenly heard Han Fei say this, and he was a little uncomfortable. He really regarded Han Fei as a psychopathic serial killer, but now this murderer wants to Save your own son and daughter?
"I... thank you?" He knelt on the ground, not knowing what to say.
In the past, he also invited great immortals and Jianghu alchemists for his children. He spent a lot of money, but it was useless.
It’s better now. In the morning, two strange people rushed into the house to exorcise ghosts for themselves. Although the process was a little scary, the result seemed to be pretty good.
"Are you two really wanted criminals?" A doubt arose in the man's heart.
"Come and help! Burn all the clothes of the deceased on the bed and write your son's birthday on this mirror!"
Placing the items needed for the ceremony in their respective positions, Han Fei took off the boy's coat and painted the rune that was painted on the body on the boy.
The middle-aged man also entered the house with a metal basin, and he threw all the clothes of the deceased under the bed into the basin.
Those clothes look ordinary, but they are difficult to ignite.
It took several minutes for the flame to ignite in the metal basin, and the pungent corpse smell spread in all directions. Black viscous liquid flowed out from the clothes of the dead, and several people present heard the wailing of the dead Voice.
As more and more clothes were burned, the boy struggled less and less, but the hatred in his eyes did not fade away.
"Open the curtains and let the sun shine in!"
The first sun rises, symbolizing hope and vitality, and the sun shines into the house. The big-headed baby and the boy in the doll scream at the same time.
Han Fei cleared out an area and connected the doll and the boy with a red string.
The black-headed mysterious human religion's ceremony ended here, and Han Fei didn't know what to do next, so he could only stand by and wait.
Both the rag doll and the boy were struggling in pain, and the father next to him was also very heartbroken. He could only resist looking, and poured more oil into the brazier.
As the last piece of clothing of the deceased was burned, the younger sister hidden in the boy's body stopped struggling, and the hatred in her eyes melted in the flames.
The boy's expression slowly returned to normal. He raised his head slightly, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth, and said something he never had.
The flame slowly extinguished, and just when Han Fei thought the ceremony had failed, countless curse words appeared on the red rope, and a blood-colored paper figurine crawled out of Han Fei's clothes, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The curse penetrated into the bodies of the boy and the doll like a chain, and both screamed in pain. A force is going to pull him out of the doll's stomach!
This domineering method scared the middle-aged man half to death. He looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei was wearing a mask and remained indifferent.
Licked his lips, Han Fei didn't know what Xu Qin wanted to do, but he believed in Xu Qin, no matter what the other party did, he would not interfere, he would only assist.
As the last blood vessel ruptured, the big-headed baby was dug out by the curse and landed on the boy's navel, its head just resting on the boy's heart.
Enduring the pain, the big-headed baby, as if driven by some force, dug his hands towards the boy's belly, as if preparing to get in from there.
The boy suffered even more. Countless curses appeared all over his body, and finally gathered at his heart.
The fingers of the **** paper figurine slowly closed, and when the heart-piercing screams sounded, the chains of curses dug out a little girl's mutilated soul from the boy's heart.
Actually, it didn't look like a human soul at all. Half of the child's body was put together with a discarded rag doll. She only had hatred in her eyes, and no other emotions that a person should have.
After the curse dug out the girl's soul, it directly crushed the big-headed baby, and the soul of a thin baby boy flowed into the boy's body along with the blood.
The body bound by the red rope and the sheet stopped moving, and the runes painted all over his body began to disappear by themselves. The boy died under the light of the fire and the sun, and ushered in a new life under the curse.
He opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out a large pool of black sticky matter, as if a person who had fallen into the depths of the swamp was finally pulled out.
The red rope between the boy and the big-headed baby broke, and the cursed chain trapped the soul that was mixed with the old doll, and pulled it towards the paper man little by little.
The hungry paper figurine seems to have not eaten for a long time, and she has developed a strong interest in the soul of the girl who has gathered a lot of negative emotions.
The girl put together with the doll screamed, and besides hatred, a second emotion appeared on her face—fear.
The curse chain rattled, and Han Fei stood behind the scarlet paper figurine, blocking the sun for her.
With nowhere to hide, the rag doll's soul was pulled in front of the paper man, drowning in thousands of curses.
The ragdoll girl gathered all the hatred of being abandoned, and the curses of those people have been echoing in her ears, and now everything is swallowed by the **** paper figurine.
"Hee hee hee hee, dad, hee hee..."
At the last moment, that deformed soul glanced at her father who had once again abandoned her, and the hatred in her eyes dissipated together with her soul.
The cursed chains returned to the body of the paper figurine, and the paper figurine's clothes lost the texture of paper, as if they were actually wearing clothes.
The crippled body was covered, the eyes of the paper figurine were opened, and a faint black fire swayed in the curse. She still needs more food, more hate and more curses!
The scattered curse fell on the new clothes, and the blood-colored paper figurine blew away the ashes on the ground, and leaned against Han Fei while holding the red rope.
“I have never seen such a gentle person.”
Han Fei picked up the paper figurine, his white smiling face mask and the blood-colored paper figurine's new clothes reflected each other, making it weird, crazy, dangerous and romantic.
"Are you feeling better?" The middle-aged man picked up his son who was still vomiting on the ground, and the whole room was filled with stench.
"He should be fine." Han Fei put away all the items for the ceremony: "The smell is too strong, and the neighbors will smell it soon."
"I'll send you away." The middle-aged man got up from the ground: "I really misunderstood you before, and I can prove to the police that you are good people..."
"No need, your wife who is hiding in the master bedroom should have called the police, and you have no ability to prove whether I am a good person or not." Han Fei glanced at the other party coldly, then waved to Li Guoer: "We Go."
"Shouldn't you kill them to silence them?" Li Guoer put the blade on the middle-aged man's neck.
"This is a residential area, screaming will attract the attention of more neighbors." Han Fei strode outside without stopping.
It didn't take long for Han Fei from breaking into the high-end neighborhood to leaving. He seemed reckless, but actually calculated every step accurately.
The two left from another road, climbed over the wall, and got into a taxi.
“Where are you going now?”
"Ask Li Guoer, she has rich escape experience, and I'm still in a state of amnesia." Han Fei looked at the red rope on his fingertips, and after eating the evil ghost that was pregnant with hatred, the originally dim red rope disappeared. The rope turned blood red again.
Hearing Han Fei say that he had lost his memory, the few people in the car didn't know how to answer the conversation. With their imagination, they couldn't guess how cruel Han Fei was in the past.
The siren sounded, and they almost walked away, and the timing was just right.
"Han Fei, how do you know that his wife called the police in the bedroom?" Wouldn’t it be faster and safer to go in and kill them~IndoMTL.com~ I’m just making a decision according to my instinct, but I really want to know what kind of person I am.”
Not long after escaping from the community, Han Fei put Xiao You out of the car and asked her to observe the police in the urban area and visit her family casually.
It was already dawn, but there were still relatively few vehicles on the road at this time, and the two wanted by the whole city drove towards a more remote place.
It was about nine o'clock in the morning, and Han Fei received a call from Xiao You to Xiao Jia.
The urban area is in chaos, and the citizens are in panic. They all fear and hate the eleven wanted criminals. All the TV stations and advertisements can see their wanted warrants, and the white mask has become a very strange good symbol.
"We obviously wanted to save more people, but we were regarded as wanted criminals, hated and spurned by everyone, and we could only hide in the darkness that they couldn't see. It felt really aggrieved." Jia took off his wig and wiped the sweat from his head: "It's okay to be chased by ghosts in the dark, but to be chased by the police at dawn is simply not giving us a way out."
"A way to survive?" Han Fei turned his head and glanced at Xiao Jia: "Night and day seem to represent two different choices, and I seem to have remembered something."
(end of this chapter)