My Iyashikei Game

The corpses were pierced by telephone lines, and they were assembled and crowded together, just to protect the cursed thing in the middle.

Li Wei, who had swallowed his brother, was completely out of control. He couldn't tell who was in front of him at all. There was a black mist on his ten fingers, which seemed to be able to burn his soul.

He attacked indiscriminately, the corpses in the underground potholes were smashed, and the damage caused by the black mist to the consciousness was spread evenly by the curse to all the ghosts in the hotel.

When Li Wei attracted the attention of the cursed creature, Han Fei closed his eyes and concentrated on manipulating the blood-colored paper figurine.

The memory in his mind was gradually dyed red, and the horrors experienced by the blood-colored paper figurine began to affect Han Fei. If he hadn't died so many times during the manager's mission, he might have collapsed now.

Dozens of deaths have tempered his will again and again, Han Fei gritted his teeth, ignoring the various illusions in his mind, and just let the blood-colored paper figurine crawl into the depths of the corpse little by little.

Li Wei attacked wildly on the front, and was invaded by the blood-colored paper figurines on the back. The cursed object buried deep in the ground revealed its biggest weakness, that is, it could not move casually.

After the corpses were smashed open, the blood-colored paper figurines entered the inside of the corpse.

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At the core of the corpse pile was an old man. He was withered and shrunken. His body was covered in blood-red telephone lines. His cloudy old eyes were full of pain and regret.

"Not a curse? A person?"

At this time, Han Fei couldn't stop, and if he delayed, Yinglong would definitely die.

The arrow had to be sent on the string, and Han Fei gave the blood-colored paper figurine the last command to attack the tangled telephone line on the old man.

The smell of blood appeared in the house, and the paper figurine had a terrifying smile on his face, and stabbed his hands directly into the old man's chest.

The blood-colored paper figurine didn't do what Han Fei said. It seemed to be attracted by something. It smiled silently, and cut a big hole in the old man's chest with both hands like knives.

Then its body was soaked in blood and jumped directly into the chest of the old man.

At that moment, all the ghosts in the house stopped for a moment.

After a while, the blood-colored paper figurine took out a beating heart from the old man's chest. All the telephone lines were inserted into the heart, and that heart was the source of all the telephone lines in the hotel!

The controlled ghost began to slow down, and the blood-colored paper man was excited to swallow the heart. Han Fei took a lot of effort to stop the other party.

In the scarred heart, I could vaguely hear the cry of an old lady, who seemed to be the curse Han Fei was looking for.

"Li Wei! Enough! Stop beating! That's my own! Li disaster! Take your brother away!"

Han Fei shouted loudly, that Li Wei was a stunned young man, and even prepared to make a few gestures with the blood-colored paper figurine.

While trying to control the paper figurines and stop Li Wei, Han Fei was with these ghosts, and if he didn't pay attention, he might inadvertently be killed by them.

Under Han Fei's constant urging, Li Wei's body slowly changed, and the black mist on his hand spread around. When the mist dissipated, the tall, thin ghost appeared.

When Li Xian appeared, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. He concentrated on asking the paper man to bring the heart over.

Unexpectedly, as long as that heart moves, all the cursed ghosts in the hotel will feel pain, and they seem to have all been connected into a whole.

"Yinglong's situation is worse, I can't stand the toss." Han Fei didn't want to lose the clerk, so he jumped into the corpse pit with his crying hand.

"The way to break the curse is to destroy the cursed object, but this object can share the damage. Even if it is to be killed, it will definitely pull other people to die together." When Han Fei was frowning, the severely atrophied old man slowly Twisted his neck and looked at Han Fei.

"Don't kill her, it's all my fault, I can help her atone."

The old man's voice was intermittent, and it seemed that he was about to lose his spirits.

"Are you helping her atone?"

"I am the owner of the inn, and my wife who has been with me for more than 40 years lives in my heart." The old man said in an almost pleading tone: "We used to run an inn together, and then I fell ill, and the shop was handed over to her. Take care of it alone."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. When I woke up one night, I found that I was not in the hospital, but in this street. I was scared until I found this hotel again." The old man was crawling on the ground, trying to get closer That heart: "There was no one in the store at the time. I was running here. I wanted to wait for her to come back, but she never came back until I received a call from her one night..."

"How could she possibly call you?"

Han Fei already understood that the old man ran a hotel before he died, and later he died of illness in the hospital.

When he woke up again, he entered the deep world. However, the situation of the old man is a bit special. After he entered the deep world, he still retains the memory of his wife and the hotel.

"I was very excited when I received her call. I was really afraid that I would never hear her voice again. I told her that I wanted to see her, but she said that it was not yet, so let me wait." The old man's cloudy eyes With a touch of tenderness: "I listened to her and was waiting for her, but I was afraid that one day she would really come... In fact, it is enough to call her every day."

"We talk about our past, and there's always something to talk about."

"She's still as bad-tempered as she used to be, nagging, sometimes

I wanted to hang up the phone all the time, but the next day I would still be standing by the phone. "

"With her with me every day, I'm not so afraid anymore."

"But later, as more and more customers ran into the store, she suddenly told me that she was scared because she felt like she had changed, and she heard too many desperate, terrifying, unimaginable things."

"Her voice was uncomfortable. I knew she was in pain, so I wanted to comfort her, but she never wanted to see me."

"It wasn't until one night after a long time that she called and told me that she was going to leave and might not even be able to make calls in the future."

"Can you imagine the pain I was in? I couldn't understand. I told her that I had put everything down now and I just wanted to see her."

"She agreed that day, and she let me go into the basement of the hotel with the phone in my hand."

"Walking in the basement full of various lines, I was still chatting with her and asking where she was? She said let me look back..."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were crowded together, and his eyes darkened.

"I looked back and found that the phone line had been cut short. The voice was not from the phone at all, but from my heart."

"I call my home phone every day, but I never get through. I keep talking to my thoughts."

"A person's obsession will change to a certain extent. My thoughts turn into a curse and are attached to the hotel's phone."

"My thoughts are out of control, there is no kindness in my heart, I know there is no hope in this world, just like my wife never answered my phone."

The old man burst into tears as he spoke, and he began to cry like a child.

Han Fei doesn't know how long the old man has been trapped here, maybe there are many remnants like the old man in the deep world.

"Father, to be honest, I don't know if there is any hope in this world." Crouching on top of the corpse, Han Fei silently stared at the old man: "However, if there is really no hope in this world, then I will be yours. hope."

He motioned the paper man to put the heart back on the old man's chest: "I will return your thoughts and kindness to you, and you will return my friend to me."

The old man, who had already prepared his soul, heard Han Fei's words, and his expression was complicated.

The heart that was implicated in all the telephone lines was beating in his chest. The old man covered his chest and retracted all the telephone lines that ran through the corpse. The voice of the deceased remained on every line.

"elder brother!"

Yinghuo ran to Yinglong's side, and Yinglong, whose body was almost dissipating, touched Yinghuo's face, and then climbed to Han Fei, his only one eye was filled with unprecedented gratitude.

"You don't need to thank me." Han Fei lifted Yinglong up by touching the secret deep in his soul: "There is no need to thank me among family members."