My Healing Game Chapter 755

In the dark and dilapidated club, Han Fei, who had only a drop of blood, stood face to face with the old man with eyes. One was holding the death knife and activated the ghost pattern, as if facing a great enemy; the other was holding the broken radio, expressionless, as if Han Fei was not found at all.

After a moment of confrontation, Han Fei stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the old man. Seeing that the old man still didn't respond, he tried to ask, "Master, may I ask... Are you still recruiting new people here? I want to join you."

Hearing Han Fei's voice, the old man raised his brows slightly. He reached out to straighten his messy white hair and slowly opened his lips.

Probably because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his lips seemed to stick together, and his upper and lower lips were torn when he opened his mouth. Dark red blood flowed out.

"Speak louder, my ears are not very good, so I can't hear clearly."

The old man's voice was very characteristic, as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat. Every time he spoke, it seemed like a kind of torture to him.

"I want to join our club and become a member of this big family!" Han Fei shouted into the old man's ear, and the other party finally heard clearly.

The old man nodded, and his calloused palm reached out to Han Fei's face again.

Looking at the palm that was getting closer, Jiu Ming hidden in Han Fei's ghost pattern issued an early warning, it showed a strong sense of panic.

Before Han Fei could react, the old man's hand was already on his face.

The rough palm touched Han Fei's cheek little by little. The blind old man must have wanted to determine Han Fei's appearance in this way:

"how old are you"

"I'm in my twenties, what's wrong?"

"Our club is specially prepared for middle-aged and elderly people. You are too young, why don't you go elsewhere." The old man rejected Han Fei, and he took the radio and was about to leave.

"Although I look very young on the surface, I'm mentally mature. Old man, don't put your age to death. Only by injecting fresh blood can the club continue to develop better." Line, he must seize this opportunity:"I am warm and generous, with a good personality, I can get along with them wherever I go, my neighbors recommend me as the building manager, my colleagues praise me as a fighter to change the industry, I also He is especially good at taking care of people, from the old man with only soul fragments to the helpless orphan, everyone who has been with me thinks that I am a very good person."

Perhaps it was because of Han Fei's persuasion, or because there had been no new members in this club for a long time. After listening to Han Fei's words, the blind old man hesitated a little.

"Our club is mainly for middle-aged and elderly people. If the age difference is too big, everyone has different interests and hobbies, and they can't talk together, which will be very embarrassing."

"It's okay, my biggest advantage is that I am cheerful, familiar, talkative, not withdrawn at all, and very easy to get along with." Han Fei chased after the old man: "Everyone who knows me knows that I am the all-purpose glue in the workplace. , family glue, the neighbors even put me on the family tree."

"Don't talk too much, let me show you the usual hobbies of our seniors. If you can accept it, it's not too late to join." The blind old man has not had such a "happy" chat with people for a long time. He was accompanied only by a broken radio.

"Okay, I also want to see what our club has." When Zhuang Wen and Yinglong came over, they simply checked and found nothing abnormal. The old man didn't show up at the time, so they must have missed something. very important stuff.

"Don't expect too much, the entertainment and interest of the elderly are just the same." The old man does not know how long he has been in this building. Although he has lost his eyes, he is very interested in every part of the building. Very familiar.

He led Han Fei through the open space in the middle of the club, and first came to the place where the fitness equipment was placed: "Some people who like to exercise can come here to exercise, but we are old and not suitable for too strenuous exercise. Most members are still Likes to grow flowers, play chess and other recreational activities."

"Understand, I don't like sports either.

Pushing open the back door of the warehouse, the old man stretched out his hand, and fine black raindrops fell on his palm: "The rain still hasn't stopped."

He opened the cabinet next to him, and there were ten black umbrellas in it: "You can hold an umbrella with me first, and when you become a member, I will give you an umbrella, and then you can be free in the rainy night. Walked."

"Okay." Han Fei and the old man squeezed under an umbrella, they walked out of the back door of the warehouse, and the whole picture of the club was really shown to Han Fei.

The warehouse is only a small part, the real club soup covers the entire back alley

"Our members are getting older, we can't stand the toss, and our hobbies are very simple. The main purpose is to cultivate our sentiments and promote physical and mental health." The old man held a black umbrella and walked with Han Fei in the back alley. Mourning, screaming and crying could be heard faintly, and there was a very strange smell in the air.

"For example, some old people's hobbies are to grow flowers and plants, which can not only purify the air, but also beautify the environment. Doctors also encourage them to plant more. This is called flower therapy." The old man said it well, but Han Fei did not. I vaguely feel that something is not right. Xiaoba obtained a seed of Yangwen, but it has not bloomed after planting it for so long. These old people sound like they can grow flowers casually.

"I also like flowers and plants on weekdays, but I don't have enough strength to support them." Han Fei was very modest. He wanted to ask the old man for advice, and planned to return to the happy community to help the little eight kinds of flowers after learning.

"Growing flowers requires patience and dedication. You can only appreciate the beauty of blooming flowers with hard work and sweat. After the old man finished speaking, he stopped by the first small yard in the back alley, and knocked on the wooden door lightly.

After waiting for a long time, no one opened the door. He simply walked in with Han Fei: "Look, this is our flower field."

As the wooden door was pushed open, a pungent rancid smell came to his face. Han Fei frowned and looked at the "flower field".

There are mutilated corpses planted in the soil. Their bodies are buried deep in the soil, only their heads are exposed.

What's even more weird is that the souls of these corpses are all imprisoned in the torso, his skull is spread out towards the surrounding shape, the soul is like a fragile and beautiful flower bone, shrinking on the butterfly bone.

"Does it look good?" The old man squatted down gently, reached out and stroked the soul in the head: "Unfortunately I can't see it, and I haven't appreciated the beauty of this flower until now, but I heard people say that this is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's a pity that when it blooms, it is also when it completely withers. It pays for the beauty of the moment, maybe this is the secret of its stunning world."

"I learned, but growing flowers should not be my hobby." Han Fei looked at those "flowers", he didn't know how the old people of the club cultivated this thing, it was really beautiful, but it was really abnormal.

"In addition to planting flowers, our senior club has other hobbies for you to choose from, such as calligraphy." The old man and Han Fei walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the second room in the back alley: "Don't underestimate calligraphy, practice When calligraphy, its spirit, frame, movement and idea have high requirements, which can effectively strengthen the body and mind, and prolong life."

Opening the door of the second room, Han Fei was dumbfounded this time. There are three single rooms in this room. The walls, floors and ceilings of the first room are covered with all kinds of strange symbols. It's like what evil spirits are sealed: the second room is full of hand-painted talismans. Usually in movies, talismans are used to exorcise evil spirits, but in this place, all the talismans are stained with heavy evil spirits. These talismans are The ghost drew it by himself; the third room was even more outrageous, the room was full of dead words, and the owner of the house seemed to have only practiced this word in his life,

"Master, the way you practice calligraphy here is quite unique." Han Fei didn't know how to evaluate it, this place is indeed an underworld-style senior club: "Do you have other hobbies here, can you choose? "

"There are many more, but they are all liked by the elderly, and young people are probably not willing to participate."

"Ordinary living people are probably too willing to participate." Han Fei whispered, he followed the old man in the back alley, and the rain in the night sky was slowly falling.

"Because of my eyesight, I can't grow flowers or practice calligraphy. What I am most interested in is dancing, which is also the choice of many elderly people." The blind old man had a smile on his face. As long as he mentioned dancing, he would feel happy and peaceful. Satisfaction: "Dancing can prevent the degenerative changes of the muscles and joints of the elderly, accelerate the blood circulation of the whole body, which is beneficial to the metabolism and at the same time eliminates the inner loneliness of the elderly."

"Is it square dancing?"

"All dances are fine." The blind old man put away his umbrella and entered the third room with Han Fei.

There was no light in the dark room, and huge mirrors were inlaid on the surrounding walls.

In the center of the room was a simple stage with a lot of blood stains left on it.

"Stage Mirror" The layout of this room reminded Han Fei of a real murder club

"We usually practice dancing here, which is also my greatest hobby." The old man only had two holes left in his eyes, and stared at the stage blankly, but he didn't go up.

"Old man, you said that dancing can eliminate loneliness, but wouldn't dancing alone make you feel even more lonely?" Han Fei looked at the environment in the house and danced with blood on a stage full of mirrors. This is true for ordinary people. not to enjoy.

"How can it be a solo dance? I have a partner." The old man said softly: "As long as I dance on the stage, it will appear and dance with me."

After the old man said this, the mirrors in the house began to darken, and there seemed to be shadows of dead people left in the mirrors.

"It's really a good place to take care of your life, considering the mental health of members from all aspects, paying attention to companionship and eliminating loneliness." Han Fei is no longer ready to read any more: "Master, I also like these things very much. Yes, what procedures do I need to go through to join your club"

"There are no formalities, as long as you really like it here and have a common language with everyone." The blind old man finally let go: "I am barely the owner of this club now, and I am also qualified to make decisions. Well, you first Determine your own interests and hobbies, and if it suits you, just stay here."

When the old man made a request, Han Fei also received a prompt from the system.

"Attention players number 0000! Please complete a whole dance in the dance room, find the most special dead character in the calligraphy room, pick a flower in the courtyard full of flowers and plants, and ensure that it does not wither immediately. ."

"I knew that the E-level task was not that simple to do three things~www.mtlnovel.com~ Han Fei pretended to be thinking, and after ten seconds, he walked onto the stage: "Old man, what kind of dance do you usually dance to me? I also want to follow along. "

"Okay." The blind old man didn't seem to have heard such a request for a long time, so he agreed very bitterly: "I was a famous dancer when I was young, but something happened later, I lost everything I had, Only dance into the soul."

When the old man stepped onto the stage, the aura he exuded was completely different from before. Death and decay were covered up by something else.

At this moment, his soul seems to be glowing,

He stretched his hands, and when the old man moved, it was as if a sleeping whale turned into a roc rushing into the snow, and the sea of ​​death set off huge waves.

He lost his eyes, he couldn't see anything, and he didn't need others to see his dancing, he just immersed himself in his own world.

"When you dance well, it's like worshipping the gods."

Han Fei wrote down every movement of the other party. As the dance drew to a close, silhouettes appeared on the mirrors, and they all retained their appearance when he died.

The dance of the old man seems to have some kind of mysterious power. The dead people in the mirror came out and they stood on the stage unconsciously, while the old man who lost his eyes danced wildly in the dead people.

"No wonder he doesn't need a dance partner..."

Han Fei was surprised by the dance of the old man. He felt that the old man would definitely not fall for you when he was young, and he became more and more curious about how the other party came to the deep world, and who ruthlessly dug out his double limit and turned him into a the way it is now,

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