My Healing Game Chapter 385

　　　　 All the luck that a person encounters may be due to his unintentional kindness to others.

　　Han Fei was able to be protected by Zhuang Wen at this time, entirely because he helped Zhuang Wen get rid of the butterfly's control in Building One.

　　 Even if burned by hatred, Zhuang Wen still saved Han Fei's life unconsciously. However, there is no deeper relationship between the two, and Han Fei cannot influence Zhuang Wen through his own words.

　　 Now it's the moment of death, Zhuang Wen didn't think about running away, but gathered the hatred from her whole body and smashed it at the shrine!

　　 Blood was shed from the dilapidated shrine, the ancient blood stains exuded a strong stench, blood vessels were broken, and countless blood flowers withered in the air.

　　 There is a very terrifying force in the shrine awakening. It seems to be one with the entire cocoon fragment, capable of mobilizing everything in the **** sea and the bottom of the nightmare valley.

　　The densely packed blood vessels interweave from the depths of the flower sea into a huge net with the shrine as the center.

　　 Layers upon layers, Zhuang Wen and Han Fei are all wrapped in it.

　　 Under Zhuang Wen's continuous attacks, cracks appeared on the surface of the shrine. A ghost close to hate could not completely destroy the shrine. This also gave Han Fei a new understanding of the indescribable existence.

　　 However, Zhuang Wen's attack was not entirely without effect, at least she created a very good eating environment for Da Nie.

　　 The big sin lying on that heart seemed to have eaten part of the heart, and it drank the blood flowing out of the heart into its stomach.

　　 You must know that in order to support the heart in the shrine, countless nightmares and souls of children hang on the inner wall of the giant cocoon. Every drop of blood in that heart contains the deepest fear and nightmare.

"Dagui may have sensed this thing when I entered the dead building. It has been hiding in my arm, just to prevent this thing from discovering. It didn't suddenly run out of my body until I was close to the shrine. ."

　　 Da Nie regards Han Fei as his own clothes. This pet looks dark and honest, but is actually much more cunning than his owner imagined.

"Butterfly and Dagui both seem to have crawled out of human pupa, but the butterfly is biased towards the human side, and Dagui is more inclined to the non-human side. They are originally the same, and the pursuit and desire for certain things. It should be similar."

　　 The situation has been out of Han Fei's control. All he can do is open the inventory and give Xu Qin to him. The only pig's heart left is eaten.

　　 Healing games are so fast to restore physical strength.

　　The big evil in the shrine was biting his heart, and Zhuang Wen was attacking frantically outside the shrine. The black fog scattered around had already raged away, and there were a lot of cracks on the floor above his head, and the roots were like blood vessels pierced into the dead building.

　　 The heart in the shrine used to maintain the dead building, but now it in turn starts to absorb something from the dead building.

After 　　 was hurt, the unspeakable representative of the shrine opened his eyes.

　　 The underground floors collapsed and cracked, and the black mist was like air waves and whirlpools, driven by a certain force, step by step lifted the shrine from the deepest part of the earth.

　　 "God" sleeping deep in the will of death, seems to see the sun again.

　　 An unfamiliar voice appeared in the heart of the nightmare, it was chanting words that no one could understand, and the dead heart began to beat again in the shrine!

　　 At the same time that the deepest underground part of the dead building changed, the sound of soul bell shaking came from Room 4244 on the top floor of Building 4.

　　 This sound seemed to indicate something. At first, the soul bell rang only at the door of room 4244, and then all the rooms on the top floor rang, and slowly the soul bell rang throughout the building.

　　 "Grandma, it's less than 4:44, I want to spend more time with everyone."

　　 Next to the ordinary dining table, sits a little girl with a ponytail. She has a chubby face and looks good when she smiles.

　　 "Grandma also wants to stay with you for a while, but the time has come." An old lady left beside the wooden dining table, she entered the kitchen, and when she came out, she already had an extra kitchen knife in her hand.

　　 "Thank you for staying with me for so long."

　　 The old man kindly looked at the little girl sitting by the dining table. The girl was holding the soup spoon in one hand and protecting the soup bowl in front of him with the other hand. The bowl was filled with dumplings wrapped in white paper.

　　 The girl always had a smile on her face. She seemed to be used to being coquettish with the old man. She was still smiling when the old man raised the kitchen knife.

　　 The raised arm fell on the girl's head, the kitchen knife cut through the girl's skin but no blood came out. The girl laughed in her mouth, her body shattered like paper, and only a fragment of a family portrait remained on the chair.

　　 "My wife, it's your turn." The old lady looked at the old man sitting on the other side of her again. The man was unsmiling, but there was a rare gentleness in the eyes of the old lady.

　　 was also cut with a knife, and the old man's body was also shattered like a piece of paper.

　　 The muddy eyes of the old lady were a little moist, but she had to do these things.

　　 turned his head and looked at the family members sitting at the table.

　　 was supposed to be a family of four generations, and had a good time. Now, except for himself, all the people sitting around the table are paper people.

　　 Everything is because of the child, because of the child who should have died.

　　 "It's all our sins, this is being punished."

　　 The old lady resisted the tears in her eyes and used a kitchen knife to split the body of each family member. She picked up all the family portrait fragments left in everyone's body, put them together, and then looked at the chair at the end of the dining table.

　　 The chair is lower than the normal chair. It seems to be newly added. It seems that the chair has never been seated before. It is just a decoration.

　　 "I have never seen you at the family banquet during my lifetime, but you are the only one left at the family banquet now."

　　 Picking up the chair at the end of the dining table, the old lady came to the center of the living room. She looked at the shrine she had built and put the assembled family portrait in front of the shrine.

　　 The lit candle was blown out, and there was no change in the outside of the objects on the tribute table, but it seemed to have rotted, emitting a foul smell from the inside out.

　　 The lights in the house flashed a few times and then went out completely. The old lady silently placed the chair that had never been seated in front of the shrine.

　　 picked up the soul bell and kept shaking, the old man was muttering something, she opened all the doors in the house and cut all the red ropes tied around the house.

　　 The original ordinary room became weird in an instant. The wind blew the pieces of paper people on the ground, and the faces of those paper people who could only smile began to cry.

　　 There was a slight noise from the doors and windows. Accompanied by a creaking sound, the gate of the shrine began to tremble slightly, and there seemed to be some changes in the assembled family portrait.

　　 The four generations of the old grandmother's family are in the same house, and a deformed figure quietly appeared in the group photo of a lot of people.

　　 It was originally not in the photo, but it is not abrupt, as if it is a member of this family, it should have been there.

　　 "The month of Renchen, the day of Renchen, the yin time, it is appropriate to be buried, and not to reward the gods."

　　 The old lady shook the soul bell, and her own body was also shattering a little bit, but her body was covered with red ropes, and those red ropes firmly fixed her flesh and soul, preventing her body from falling apart.

　　 exhausted all his strength to chant the soul-calling ballads, and as the suppressed voice of the old man came out of room 4244, sorrow and joy rang out in the whole dead building.

　　The soul-attracting ladders hung on the doors of every house are all broken, paper money is flying, and death is raging.

　　 At the darkest moment before dawn, the door of the shrine in room 4244 slowly opened!

　　 The family portrait placed in front of the shrine disappeared in the shrine. The deformed figure on the family portrait seemed to be the only photo left by the manager of the dead building.

　　 The soul-calling song in her mouth became more and more hurried, and the old lady buckled back and shook the soul bell in her hand desperately.

　　Slowly, the shrine in room 4244 changed, and it seemed to be in contact with the underground shrine.

　　 The black blood vessels started from the shrine in Room 4244, spreading crazily among the walls of the death building, and all the death curses hidden in all the residents erupted.

　　 Fear, pain and despair made them think of that horrible figure in their hearts.

　　 All the wardrobes in the dead building community began to ooze blood, and the passage between the nightmare and the deep world is slowly being opened, and the fear of all residents is the bridge between the nightmare and the deep world.

　　 The screams of despair were repeated in the death building, and the stench from the depths of the soul permeated all the corners of the death building.

　　 The black blood vessels running through the wall carry endless hatred and press towards the bottom of the death building. The rhizome-like blood vessels under the death building rush upwards carrying the intent of death. The two sides finally met on the fourth floor of the death building.

　　 The blood vessels are linked together, and when the hatred and the will of death are about to merge, the harsh singing suddenly exploded, making all the residents in the building feel a new fear!

　　 The death intention that was meant to blend in with hatred was caught by the voice of singing. This unspeakable existence was completely furious. There was nothing to be in front of Unspeakable, come as you wanted, and leave as you wanted.

　　 The hideous crack appeared on the fourth floor of Building 4. Room 4044 was the center of death and hatred. The blood gate where the headless door **** once stayed was torn apart.

　　 The stairs of the dead building are slanting, but no matter how loud the noise is before, the wardrobe in the dead building is not affected.

　　 But as the door of the 4044 room shattered, cracks spread into the room 4044. The wardrobes that were originally standing on the walls also had problems. The turmoil of the deep world has affected the wardrobe world.

　　 The world of the wardrobe hung piece by piece of red clothes began to tremble, blood-red cracks appeared on the ground and above the head like scars, and the monsters hiding in the red clothes fled around.

　　 Under the influence of a large number of cracks, the boundaries of the wardrobe world began to shatter and gradually merged with the deep world.

　　 The original wardrobe world exists between the nightmare and the real world, but now it feels like it will be completely dragged into the deep world.

　　 What's worse is that at this moment, in the center of the wardrobe world, an extremely large old ghost is frantically attacking the wardrobe door in the center of the world. He has a black fire burning hate in his eyes, and his evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

　　 The seemingly ordinary wardrobe just withstood all the attacks of the old ghost, until the cracks in the dead building began to spread in the wardrobe world, the wardrobe standing in the center of the world finally appeared damaged.

　　 "This wardrobe is the core curse, which is the reason why the nightmare world of this wardrobe exists. If I can't get such a good thing, I must destroy it as soon as possible!"

　　 Unbridled laughter was mixed with hatred, and now the old ghost is like an out-of-control lunatic.

　　 The small cracks in the closet slowly expanded, and this change seemed to be transmitted to a farther place.

　　Huanhai Mansion is the home where Huang Ying lived when he was a child. It is located in the best part of the old city. All his good memories are sealed here.

"Snapped!"

　　 The bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground, and the cooked food splashed everywhere. At this time, a woman in an apron was standing in front of the bedroom closet.

　　 She is not tall, has a thin body, and has a gentle appearance. She has been teaching and educating people all the year round so that she has a kind of bookishness.

　　 The woman in front of her looks like Huang Ying's mother, but Huang Ying, who is locked in the closet, can be sure that even if the other person is disguised again, she is not her own mother.

　　 picked up the oily rice bowl fragments on the ground. The woman squatted in front of the closet. She stared at Huang Ying, who was locked in the closet like a dog, and the hatred gradually appeared in her eyes.

　　 "Are you all there?" The scarred Huang Ying raised his head. After being killed countless times by his "mother" in different ways, he gradually understood a truth.

　　 At first, he thought that being killed by his mother would relieve his guilt towards his mother. For this reason, he even took the initiative to beg for death, making the butterfly even suspicious for a while.

　　 But later as the number of deaths increased, Huang Ying found that even if he died 10,000 times now, he could no longer reduce his guilt for his mother.

　　 Some things happen, they will always exist in the mind, even if repeated many times in the nightmare, the reality will not change.

　　 When my mother rescued herself, she should and would never want to burden herself with the guilt and pain of her life.

　　 Being able to live happily and earnestly may be the best reward for her.

　　 Imprisoned in the closet, Huang Ying, who is dying, has a faint smile on his face in this situation. He really rarely smiles like this.

　　 no longer dodge his eyes, he stared at the face that was almost identical to his mother, and the self-blame in his eyes had been replaced by pity.

"My mother would never do these things to me, but your parents really did these things to you. You are so pitiful, but I don't sympathize with you~www.mtlnovel.com~ Huang Ying's words are poked. Butterfly's pain points, but he didn't care at all: "You tortured me in so many different ways, is it because your parents have treated you like this? They raise you as an animal, so you become like an animal? "

"What a poor guy, he has no humanity at all. I am so happy compared to you, because even if I die, I have been loved by others. You will never experience that kind of feeling, because there is no People will love you, and you don't deserve anyone's love, hahahaha!"

　　 The bruised Huang Ying in the closet laughed at the butterfly. The face of the woman standing in front of the closet had been distorted, and the whole nightmare was compressed inward, as if she was about to twist Huang Ying's soul.

　　 But at this moment, the woman the butterfly transformed into suddenly felt something abnormal. She looked down at her chest, and a crack appeared in her heart, and the crack was still slowly expanding!

　　 frowned, she looked at the watch on the wall. Among all the nightmares that Huang Ying had experienced, there was a watch hung. The time on that watch is now four o'clock.

　　 It is clear that it hasn't reached the appointed time, but the body has already had problems. The woman can no longer maintain her body. She threw Huang Ying out of the closet and entered it by herself.

　　 She seemed very anxious at her appearance, as if she couldn't go back again if she didn't go back again.

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