My Healing Game Chapter 751

The wine glass fell to the ground, and the bright red wine flowed like blood on the stage.

In the depressing hall, the butcher who called himself Dawn, clenched his sharp knife and walked towards the woman wearing the mask of death.

The weak **** of death and the butcher of dawn, this strange scene exudes a different kind of beauty.

The **** of death wanted to stab the needles into the necks of innocents, and the butcher stood in front of the innocents, and he wanted to **** people from the **** of death.

The dim light flickered, and at the moment when the light dimmed, Han Fei charged forward with a knife. His speed was so fast that the audience under the stage could only see something flashing past.

"Bah!"

The collision of the blades made a crisp sound, and Han Fei's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. He knew the danger of the other party, so he did not hold back.

But what he didn't expect was that the weak-looking woman actually caught his knife.

Compared with Han Fei, the woman of the **** of death was even more surprised. Her wrist holding the knife was slightly numb, as if she was about to lose consciousness.

"You want to complete your own work, but why are you not someone else's work?" Han Fei waved his knife continuously: "Those who like to kill should be ready to be killed at any time. The hand holding the knife will be shaken."

The God of Death's strength is not as strong as that of Han Fei, but she is already much stronger than ordinary adults, and her speed is very fast, and she is not as sensitive as a person.

The more he fought, the more strange Han Fei felt. He thought he could quickly get rid of the members of this club, but he didn't expect that the first person he met was so powerful.

The two fought on stage, and the audience watched with relish. They didn't care who killed whom, all they wanted to see was the killing process.

The pair of men and women were extremely excited when they saw the fight between Han Fei and the Death God woman, and they also got into a fight.

It is difficult for ordinary people to understand the world of this group of lunatics. For example, Shen Luo, who is shrinking in his position at this time, always feels that he is out of tune with this place.

The Death God woman blocked Han Fei's ten attacks in a row. When Han Fei was about to swing the eleventh knife, the woman gave up her resistance and fled backwards.

She is familiar with all the arrangements in this hall, and quietly moved to the position of the secret door in the process of setting the knife.

"Want to run?"

Han Fei had already understood the other party's thoughts. He aimed at the woman's neck and chopped it down. If the other party tried to escape forcibly, it would definitely be the end of a corpse separation.

The blade fell, and the woman's neck was bent into a strange angle. She avoided Han Fei's blade, turned over and jumped into the secret door, disappearing into the darkness.

However, Han Fei's knife was not completely useless. His blade cut through the death mask on the woman's face and saw the other side's small face.

A little familiar, the other party seems to be the kind of big man who often appears on TV.

"I remember you."

The secret door was pitch black, exuding a strange medicinal and foul smell, and Han Fei didn't dare to chase after him.

Holding the knife, he turned to look down the stage.

"One ran away, but it doesn't matter, there are others."

Seeing that Han Fei was looking at themselves, the man and woman took out various things from the package with a strange smile, and the man even showed a disdainful expression to Han Fei: "Senior members cannot kill each other. Yes, otherwise it will be targeted by all the members of the club, thinking that you are a newcomer, so forget it this time."

"Why forget it? I also want to make him a waiter, wrap him in a leather jacket, and sew the nice clothes to his skin." The woman patted the man's arm and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Senior members can't kill each other? With such rules, do you still deserve to be called a killing club? You are blaspheming death, and no one can deprive each other of the right to die." Han Fei stepped on the bright red wine Walking towards the two of them: "I'll help you cleanse your filth and send you to where you should go."

Walking faster and faster, when the two people reacted, Han Fei had already narrowed the distance.

The strength of this pair of men and the woman wearing the mask of death is very different, and they can only be regarded as a little stronger than ordinary people.

"Stop!" After Han Fei abolished the man and woman, the parrot man came late, followed by three waiters: "The first time you come, you dare to break the rules, you two don't leave tonight! "

"I didn't do anything..." Shen Luo sat on the spot and muttered softly.

"You can kill unscrupulously in order to complete your work. Can't I start killing to complete my work? You have double standards." Han Fei laughed, and his words were full of ridicule. He was sure of the pair. After the men and women were unable to fight back, they directly walked towards the parrot man with their knives.

"You still want to kill us?" The parrot man's voice became more shrill, and he had rarely seen people as crazy as Han Fei.

"The name of this work of mine is "The Butcher at Dawn". If you only kill one person, can that be called a butcher?" Han Fei smiled and rushed towards the parrot man: "I will build a bridge with your corpses, so that I can Walk through the darkness and see the dawn."

No more nonsense, Han Fei used the fastest speed to close the distance, his combat intuition and actual combat ability are enough to crush anyone, which is trained by hundreds of life-and-death struggles.

"I've seen a lot of people like you." The parrot man took out a stun gun from his waist, but what he didn't know was that Han Fei had seen him through the first time they met.

The short knife was thrown with great force, piercing the parrot man's palm.

Han Fei kicked the waiter and blocked the other waiter in front of him.

Holding this meat shield, he dashed forward, fully interpreting the violence.

Han Fei seldom fights protracted battles, and all actions strive to kill with one blow. Li Xue instilled this concept when she taught Han Fei, and she probably did not expect that Han Fei would be able to bring this concept to the extreme.

"What the hell?" Shen Luo, who was watching the battle next to him, was stunned. He couldn't have imagined that Han Fei, who was looking at the gentleman, would fight so fiercely.

This can't even be described as fierce, it is simply brutal.

In his view, the perverted murderer who is invincible and feared is like a toy in Han Fei's hands. Every step of the opponent's reaction is in his expectation. Same.

Wiping the blood from his hands, Han Fei became the only person standing in the hall.

"You, did you kill them?" Shen Luo was frightened and asked stammeringly.

"If I kill them, how is it different from them?" Han Fei began to search his body, as if he were touching a corpse in the deep world, his movements were extremely professional.

"You are indeed much scarier than them." Shen Luo wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb.

"You take this stun gun for self-defense, don't touch other things." Han Fei pulled Shen Luo from his seat and handed the parrot man's stun gun to Shen Luo: "The police should be coming soon, we use this Time to look around."

Han Fei took Shen Luo out of Hall 1, and they walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The basement of this hotel was originally a private wine cellar, but after it was emptied, it became one of the strongholds of the killing club. There are two halls, a preparation room and a monitoring room in the basement.

Club members will communicate with each other through some special means to determine the location of the exhibition, and then announce it that night.

The location of their activities is different each time, and they are all over the outer suburbs. If they want to really destroy this club, I am afraid they have to break into their interior and get in touch with their high-level officials.

Passing through the two **** halls, Han Fei entered the preparation room, where various costumes and props were placed, almost like an ancient execution room.

All "works" will be temporarily placed here before they are exhibited on stage, so the "smell" in this house is very strong.

"Han Fei, why don't we wait for the police to come and continue the search."

Shen Luo covered his mouth and nose, he couldn't stand the atmosphere here.

"I seem to have missed something, why is this room weird." Han Fei walked to the middle of the room and looked at the table where the murderer's works were placed.

The wall directly opposite this table is covered with all kinds of masks, from animals to ghosts.

Han Fei tried to buckle the wall, and he found that the so-called wall was actually a special piece of cloth on which all masks were hung.

He lifted the cloth of the same color as the wall, and a mirror appeared in front of Han Fei.

All works to be exhibited on stage must first be placed in front of this mirror.

"This mirror is so scary!"

Shen Luo and Han Fei saw the mirror at the same time. The two people in the mirror looked different from those in reality. There was a huge colorful butterfly on Shen Luo's face, which was very scary; Han Fei was even more terrifying. Behind him stood a **** corpse, and the two were back to back wherever they went.

Happiness comes from a comparison. Originally, when Shen Luo saw himself in the mirror, he desperately scratched his face.

"Han Fei, why are we in this mirror different from the reality?"

"It can illuminate us in another world." Han Fei walked to the mirror: "Someone is using the mirror to make sacrifices, which is related to the ghosts living in the deep."

In the deep world map that Du Jing showed, the death club was marked. In reality, these things began to appear in the outer suburbs of Xinhu a long time ago.

With the ability of hatred, even a butterfly cannot affect reality on such a large scale, and the butterfly itself is already the top hatred.

Thinking of this, four words appeared in Han Fei's mind - unspeakable.

"You wait here." Han Fei went back to Hall 1 and grabbed the parrot man. After constantly asking, the other party finally spoke.

All of the death club strongholds have a mirror like this, they call it the mirror of death, through which people can see the innermost part of their soul.

This mirror is the biggest secret of each stronghold of the Death Club, and not everyone is qualified to see it.

According to the parrot man ~www.mtlnovel.com~ members of the death club are divided into five categories, one is the members to be observed such as artists and barbecue shop owners, they will have the opportunity to come to the stronghold after completing a certain number of works visit in.

One level higher than the members to be observed are the regular members, these people can get a certain score after submitting the work, and they can exchange the score for something.

Further up is the Premium Membership, only Premium Members are eligible for where and when the exhibition will be held, and their work will also have the opportunity to be featured on stage.

The organizers of each stronghold are at the same level as the senior members, and only at their level are they qualified to know the existence of the Dead Mirror.

Above them are the core members of the club. These core members, Parrot Men, have only met once. They have the right to rate each work. It is also up to them to decide whether a new person is eligible to become a member.

Above the core members, there is another level. The parrot man only knows the existence of this level, but he doesn't know how to call each other, because he has never seen it before.

During the conversation with the parrot man, Han Fei discovered another problem. After seeing the appearance of Han Fei and Shen Luo in the death mirror, the other party's attitude changed fundamentally. He seemed to really treat Han Fei and Shen Luo. Luo Dan became "the same kind".

Chapter end