My Healing Game Chapter 491

　　 Compared with the iron man, Yantang feels that he is more suitable for this place. In reality, he is an extremely good person in all aspects, but because of his personality and some things he experienced when he was a child, he has very few friends.

　　 As he grows older, he also becomes more and more withdrawn. No one has ever been put in his eyes.

　　 On the surface, he doesn't look down on anyone, but in fact he always feels that he is incompatible with the surrounding environment. He does not belong to that circle, and he does not want to pretend to be stupid to fool, let alone bow his head to "communicate."

　　 is smart, knowledgeable, with keen insight and superhuman perception, but his character is withdrawn and indifferent. He always speaks to the point and never considers the feelings of others.

　　 He had been alone before he came into contact with "Perfect Life", and he never thought he might make any friends in the future.

　　All the changes started last night. When he accidentally entered this dark night-shrouded city, he found that every cell in his body was shaking. He was not sure if it was because of fear or excitement.

　　 Communicating cordially with his teammates. In order to keep working hard to survive, Yantang feels that his dry heart is being filled. He has teammates and a direction.

　　 Looking away from Tie Nan, Yan Tang looked at Han Fei who was wearing a mask.

　　 That person seems to represent the secret of the whole world, and his existence itself seems to be a miracle.

　　 Yantang has not convinced anyone, but his eyes look at Han Fei involuntarily with a trace of awe. He always feels that if he makes Han Fei angry, the other party can easily kill himself in the game and in reality.

　　 Yantang has never made a mistake in predicting bad things, so he has become the most well-behaved person in the team.

　　 "Anything to find?" After Yantang lifted Tie Nan, the two walked to Han Fei together and looked at the chopped body on the ground.

　　 "The corpse has a black thread in its heart. After cutting it off, the corpse will be shattered." Han Fei used a resurrection knife to pick up the black thread, which was filled with weird words.

　　 This rope is called the fate rope, which is unique to the plastic surgery hospital area. Most regrets and small resentments will be bound by the fate rope and become puppets of large resentment and hatred.

"It's a good thing for the other party to dare to act on us. The more it moves, the bigger the flaw will be." Han Fei closed his knife and stood up, looking at the freezer piled up in the hall: "Refrigerators, freezers, and various shapes of'ice sculptures'. , Does he really regard himself as a big world of ice and snow?"

The works in the 　　 art exhibition are the corpses in the freezer. Their bodies are frozen and frozen at the last moment of death.

　　 Pieces of lost lives have become the collection of the hotel owner, and they are also used to hold art exhibitions.

"I always thought that art exhibitions are very elegant. I didn't expect that the art exhibition I participated in for the first time would be like this." Tetsuo cautiously opened the freezer next to him, and every time he opened the door, he was like a lottery prize winner. Lottery is too exciting.

"What kind of art exhibition is this? It's just a self-climax of a group of lunatics. They regard cruelty as beauty and feel complacent about it. This is sickness!" Han Fei kicked the refrigerator in front of him, and a corpse holding a room card fell over. On the ground, the black blood in his body was slowly gathering in his heart, as if he was preparing to use his whole body's yin energy to provide a lifeline.

"The life rope can control ghosts, but the life rope itself seems to be made of ghosts. All the obsessions are kneaded together and twisted into a rope that cannot be broken away." Han Fei carefully observed the entire process of the life rope appearance, and then Cut it off with a knife.

　　 When the lifeline was disconnected, the frozen corpse kept kneeling and fell forward. Before his body shattered, he seemed to smile at Han Fei in relief.

　　 The black text on the life rope all melted away, and in the end only a little bit of light was left to melt into the sharp edge of the Resurrection Knife.

"what?"

　　Han Fei discovered a very strange point. As long as the Sword of Resurrection cuts a piece of lifeline, it will draw something from it, which seems to be the only beauty and humanity left in the deceased's obsession.

　　 "It seems that not all ghosts can be a lifeline. They must have a strong obsession, a ghost that has not completely rotted inside, and still retains a little bit of humanity."

　　 For ghosts in the deep world, human nature is not only a bondage, but also the most precious thing in the depths of their souls.

　　 In order to survive, many ghosts have completely abandoned humanity, and only a few are still insisting.

　　 But it is a pity that their persistence did not return in return. Instead, they were targeted by even more terrifying ghosts, using the shackles of human nature to make them a lifeline.

After slaying the butterfly, the Wangsheng knife became an E-level prop. Han Fei was always worried about how to continue to upgrade the knife. The appearance of the life rope gave him a glimmer of hope.

　　 This knife saved Han Fei several times, not to mention, in the memory of the shrine, he fell into a deep well, and finally the humanity in the knife reached out and dragged him out.

　　The Wangsheng Knife can be said to be Han Fei's most important item now. Strengthening the Wangsheng Knife is to strengthen Han Fei himself.

　　 A gleam of light flashed through Han Fei's eyes, and Han Fei had forgotten that he came to save people in the first place. He held the death knife and walked side by side with Xu Qin at the forefront of the team, exerting his passive talent for hide-and-seek to the extreme.

　　 shook the handle of the knife, and Han Fei whistled in his mouth. If he listened carefully, it seemed to be a nursery rhyme.

　　 Looking, looking, looking for friends, finding a good friend, bowing, shaking hands...

Tie Nan looked at the corpse that was chopped up by Han Fei on the ground, and then at Han Fei, who seemed to be in a very good mood. The opponent's whistling and holding knife didn't seem like a player who had fallen into a ghost beating a wall at all. It seemed that he was a perverted murderer, searching for survivors hiding in the ice storehouse.

　　 For a moment, Tetsuo was a little dazed, and he touched Yantang quietly: "Do you think... he is like the owner of a hotel?"

　　 "I don't think he is like the owner of the hotel, but I am very much like him." Yan Tang followed closely.

　　 "Is it my illusion? My thinking has begun to be different from that of normal people?" Tetsuo fell into self-doubt. He looked at the freezer that was leaking on both sides, and speeded up his pace.

　　 After learning that severing the life rope can strengthen the resurrection knife, Han Fei was very happy. He walked among the piles of refrigerators and freezers, and every time he opened the cabinet door, he would definitely gain something.

If there is a policeman in the deep world, I believe the hotel owner will definitely call the police at this time. His pervert made countless ice sculptures of corpses at home, but on this evening, a more perverted person ran in, and that person neither saved anyone. , Did not steal anything, specifically went to find human ice sculptures, and deliberately smashed them all.

　　 A lifeline was cut off, Han Fei didn't rush to leave at all, he seemed to be enjoying the ghost beating the wall, and his eyes even showed satisfaction.

　　 Not to mention that the enemy is afraid of Han Fei, now his teammates are panicking.

　　Which normal player would be so happy to search for corpses. I have only seen treasure hunts before playing games. How can anyone who is keen on corpses hunting?

　　Han Fei doesn't seem to be doing tasks, but more like having fun. It's purely a personal hobby.

　　 One life rope was cut off, and no corpse could escape Han Fei's eyes.

　　 They came to the center of the art exhibition very easily, surrounded by tall freezers, various lines criss-crossed on the ground, and the dim art exhibition hall seemed to welcome the visitors.

　　 "Has my husband ever seen these? He had already seen these things at that time?" Aunt Li stood among the random freezers, and she couldn't believe them.

"Your husband is the doctor in the second painting. There were definitely not so many freezers in the hotel when he died." Han Fei comforted his aunt: "These are all accumulated over time. There are no rules in the hidden map, so you guys. You will see what it looks like when sin gets out of control."

After 　　 finished speaking, he looked at the freezer piled up like a hill in front of him, and his face under the mask showed a cold smile.

　　 "I don't know how his ghost hits the wall, but as long as I keep cutting off the lifeline, the power that the hotel owner can control will become weaker and weaker until he can't help showing up and doing it on me."

The center of the art exhibition is a small stage. This stage is not used to perform talents. There is an operating table on it. There are all kinds of tools around. The hotel owner seems to be here, stitching and stitching the corpses into their own thoughts. The way you want.

　　 "In such a pile of freezers, making the works he wants by himself, this guy is also crazy to a certain level."

　　 stepped onto the stage, Han Fei lifted the white cloth on the operating table, and a man covered with stab wounds appeared on the stage.

　　 When he saw the man, Han Fei slightly narrowed his eyes. He had seen a picture of the man on the wall in the lobby on the first floor.

　　 This man covered with stab wounds was the first owner of the hotel, the owner of the Mandarin Art Hotel.

　　 Picking up the Resurrection Knife, Han Fei's eyes just showed killing intent, and Xu Qin suddenly guarded him.

　　 At the same time, the man on the operating table opened his eyes, and countless grievances went into his body along the man's wound!

　　The huge Yin Qi surged to the surroundings, and the operating table was instantly crushed.

　　 screams sounded, and the man on the operating table slowly stood up, and a black lifeline stretched out from his wound, tightening his body, turning him into a puppet.

　　 The skin was torn, resentment merged and collided in the body, the man wailed loudly, and he kept shouting: "Kill me, please kill me!"

　　 While shouting desperately, the man rushed towards Han Fei and Xu Qin, his speed was astonishing, and foul-smelling black blood was constantly flowing out of his body.

　　 Xu Qin pushed Han Fei away. She cut through the man's arm with a knife in her hand, and cursed it into the man's skin. He shouted in pain, but he seemed to be unable to control his body.

　　 As the new wound appeared, another lifeline came out of the wound, and the man seemed to be faster.

　　 Xu Qin fought against the puppet man, crying also began to sound in the exhibition hall, among the dark shadows, strange figures slowly emerged.

　　Han Fei's brain swiftly moved as he clenched the resurrection knife in his hand.

"The owner of the mall was placed on the operating table. The operating table was originally the place where he cut the prey, but now he himself has become the prey. It seems that he must have been backlashed, the person who was killed by him before, now He began to torture him crazily. Thinking about it this way, the owner of the hotel should be a victim now."

　　 Han Fei carefully recalled all the art paintings on the walls of the hotel, and then remembered the voice of the woman on the phone in the guest room.

　　 "Whether it's room service or housekeeping, their voices are all the same, the same woman is talking."

　　 The first owner of the hotel was just a puppet. He wanted to crack the ghosts against the wall, or even further wanted to become the new manager of the hotel. That must solve the real behind-the-scenes.

　　 Han Fei even suspected that there was only one ghost in the entire hotel, and the other monsters were its dolls.

　　 "Boss, your companion is so strong..."

　　 When Han Fei was thinking about countermeasures, Tie Nan and Yan Tang were already looking silly.

　　 Xu Qin, holding a knife, and the hotel owner head-on, the blood-red figure stepped on countless curses, with extreme beauty and extreme danger.

　　 They originally thought that Han Fei was a thigh, but they didn't expect that the real soft rice was actually the woman in red dressed up. It turned out that family talent was the key to Han Fei's hidden map.

　　 "The owner of the hotel is attracted, and now is a good opportunity for hands-on. You guys come and help together."

　　Han Fei stared at the life ropes pouring out of the man's wounds. After all the life ropes protruded from the man's body, they would extend upward and sink into the darkness above his head.

"The real behind-the-scenes man is manipulating the hotel owner through those life ropes. The other party should be hiding at the other end of those life ropes!" Han Fei and several players climbed onto the freezer. They saw that the life ropes were all submerged at the top of the art exhibition. A black curtain.

"The man who controls the hotel owner is behind the black cloth?" Han Fei turned his head and glanced at the stage. Xu Qin left numerous wounds on the man's body and also cut off his two arms. It's not useful at all.

　　 Those black life ropes continued to grow from the man's body, extending to the darkness above his head, and then manipulated the man's almost torn body to attack Xu Qin frantically.

　　 "If this continues, Xu Qin may also be hurt."

　　 Han Fei no longer hesitated, he clenched the resurrection knife: "Tetsuo, you are the strongest, you will ask me later, I will cut off the shady on the top of his head."

　　 "Be careful, there must be something very bad inside that bulge under that curtain!" Tetsuo squatted halfway on the tallest freezer, he was ready.

　　 "It should be chopped up."

　　 A bright light appeared in his hand, and Han Fei stared at the place where the fate ropes converged. He stuffed Xu Qin's little pet into the ghost pattern, and when the Yin Qi swept his whole body, he suddenly accelerated and sprinted forward.

　　 Jumped up in one step, Han Fei stepped on Tetsuo's shoulder, and then urged the ghost pattern with all his strength, aiming at the shady above his head and chopped it away!

　　 The low beast roar sounded in the art exhibition, and the ghost patterns on Han Fei's whole body began to burn, turning into an extremely ferocious cat-faced monster!

　　The iron man who acted as the pedal for Han Fei held his about to fracture shoulder, and stared at the huge ghost behind Han Fei stupidly.

　　 "Is this the little cat he said?!"

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