My Healing Game Chapter 376

The old ghost stayed at the gap in the gray mist, he looked at the world outside the gray mist, and then slowly turned around.

There was no turbidity in Crimson's eyes, killing intent and hatred were intertwined in his pupils, and the old ghost had already told the evil soul of his choice with practical actions.

The spine began to rise high, representing that the faces of all offspring were soaked with hate. They use their blood as a fetter to let hate resonate!

The old ghost's body swelled again, the infinite killing intent in his heart was boiling, and he strode back to the death building.

Losing the support of hatred, the gray mist healed faster, and when the mist gap was about to close again, a blood-red knife pierced the mist full of death!

The bright red lips opened slowly, and a woman's voice appeared in the mist: "His laughter came from here, and I can be sure that it is his voice."

The blood-stained coat was attached to the clothes, and she carried a thrilling beauty with every step, the beauty of the sickness, the beauty of the madness.

One hand supported the fog gap, faint crying sounded, and the child holding the spiritual altar followed the woman. There were tears on his face, and his body was pierced with desperate needles.

"It's really him to listen to laughter." Two figures, one tall and one short, exuded a strong aura of unknownness. After entering the gray fog, the tall one swallowed the short one directly into his stomach: "Bring the singing to death. Lou, then while the singing was attracting the fog, he broke through the weakest point of the fog, and then laughed wildly, telling us his location. He should be the only one who can do this. However, how did he know that we would come to look for him? his?"

"Don't talk nonsense, go in! The manager's laugh is different from before, and he should be in trouble." The man in the convenience store uniform walked quickly towards the death building, his only one eye emitting a dangerous light.

The blood color was approaching, and the black eyes opened in the mist. Next to the one-eyed man was a young and very small girl. She closed her eyes tightly and carried a girl doll that was still screaming.

One figure after another entered the death building through the gap in the gray mist. At the last moment when the gray mist healed, the figure behind everyone raised his head.

He was wearing a hat and a very ordinary windbreaker. He looked weak and seemed incapable of any ability, but the people around him did not dare to get too close to him.

There was a story in the happy community. Eight people died in a certain room and their bodies were put together. Because of the grievance and strength, the managers were forced to hide their bodies in the building. different places.

The death in the gray mist pierced the skin, and the weak figure looked at the death building and silently took off his hat.

There is a very popular face hidden under the brim of the hat. His appearance is as ordinary as his name. This person is called Wei Youfu.

"Han Fei, we're here to pick you up."

The group of people didn't have any nonsense, they walked in the shadows, tried their best to suppress their breath, and followed the gap into the dead building!

The purest intention of death in the underground of the death building was inspired by the evil spirits, and the endless death intention was entangled with the singing, and more and more cracks began to appear on the outer skin of the building, and its recovery speed could not keep up with the speed of destruction.

"The residential building in the name of death is like a living creature with life, and it knows how to recover by itself. It's disgusting!"

The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's hand to directly scratch the wall, and blood began to leak from the deepest part of the wall, as if the human skin was torn.

"The manager comes back at 4:44. We still have enough time."

Standing in the corridor, countless small black blood vessels emerged from the old ghost's body, like the roots of a century-old tree, crawling into each room along the cracks and cracks in the door.

Some roots were black before entering the room, but they turned red after being drawn out, resentment and pain lingering on the fresh blood stains, they all turned into food for the old ghost.

In order to prevent being targeted by the manager, the old ghost locked himself in the house without stepping out of the door. He thought that by doing so, he would survive in the dead building, but he did not expect that the manager never thought of letting him go from the beginning.

The hatred buried in my heart broke out completely, and almost no one in the building could stop the old ghost's footsteps!

Layer by layer upward, layer by layer bloodbath!

As long as there is no good ghost in hiding, it is food in the eyes of evil spirits.

To save time, he kept going for a while, but when he walked to the corner of the third floor, his speed suddenly slowed down.

The evil spirit's hideous face slowly turned, and glanced at the oiran and the woman locked on the back of the old ghost.

When the two were stared at by the evil spirits in a cold sweat, the evil spirits controlled the old ghost to stop, and countless root-like blood vessels rushed into room 4034.

"Tonight is not so peaceful, the four of us should be more careful."

"It's normal for the soul-seekers to make some noise once a year. As long as we control this soul-chaser, there should be no other soul-chasers coming tonight."

"Focus on it, it doesn't matter to us no matter how loud the noise is outside."

There is a table in the 4034 room. Four gamblers are playing mahjong. The photos of the four of them are placed in the center of the living room. The table is full of paper money.

"We trapped this soul chaser here, will something happen? This year we can play a lot of wandering souls." The gambler sitting on the west side of the table played a westerly wind, his eyes were trapped in four A child behind Zhang's portrait.

The child lowered his head and wore a bear pajamas stained red with blood. He was like a broken puppet, completely unaware of himself.

"Don't say unlucky words, every year is fine, how can it be an exception this year? The other soul chaser perceives a soul chaser in the house, and they will not come again. This is the rule of the dead building." Sitting on the south side The gambler spoke, and after speaking, he also played a west wind.

"What does it mean that you both play the westerly wind?" The gambler on the east side of the table also played a westerly wind, and looked at the table indifferently: "I heard that if you play mahjong at night and all four of you play the westerly wind, one person will return to the west. Do you want to take a gamble?"

"I've become inhumane, why are you afraid of returning to the west?" The gambler in the north touched the west wind, and when the other three people were staring at him ~www.mtlnovel.com~ he finally did not play the west wind: "I won't play this boring thing with you, one tube!"

When he put down the mahjong in his hand, the man suddenly found that his body seemed a little out of control. He seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head. The roof was densely packed with criss-crossing black blood vessels.

"What, what is that?!"

The door was twisted and deformed. He hadn't heard the answer from others, his chest had been pierced by a hand, and the crimson blood seemed to burn on his body.

The mutilated body was thrown aside, the evil spirit wiped the blood from his palm, and his evil eyes swept to the card table: "One barrel, three westerlies, this card is telling you that we are going on the road together tonight!"

Pressing down with the palm, the black blood vessels covering the ceiling are like a net woven with blades, pulling directly down the wall above the head.

The screams sounded, and the evil spirit smiled unscrupulously. He overturned the four portraits on the altar table and grabbed the soul chaser in the bear pajamas with one hand.

"Hey, look, is this your child?"

Chapter end