My Iyashikei Game

"Night Barbershop? The name of this shop doesn't feel very formal."

Looking at the broken hair all over the floor, Han Fei didn't know where he should be stepping. This was definitely the dirtiest and messiest barbershop he had ever seen.

"Bang!"

After Han Fei entered the store, the man turned around and closed the shutter door, and instantly there were only the two of them left in the room.

The cracked mirror reflected on Han Fei's face, and the panic in his eyes almost overflowed.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing, and the middle-aged man did not hide his malice in the slightest. He directly took a pair of scissors from the bar next to him.

"Young man, often walks at night, but it's easy to hit ghosts." The sharp scissors made a clicking sound, and the middle-aged man exposed his arms. All the fingers of his hands were cut off, and then he used needles and thread to stitch them together again. Once again, it looks very weird.

"Thank you for saving me. Their family is really crazy. They are going to cut off my limbs and let me stay in their house forever." Han Fei still didn't seem to realize the problem, his voice carried A trace of gratitude, at this time, he still showed a frightened look.

"Their family is indeed lunatic, but..." The man's head slowly twisted: "You can live with them anyway, and now you don't even have a chance to live."

A strange smile came out of his mouth, and the man's eyes were full of excitement and pride. He felt that his luck was very good: "The owner of this shop went to Animal Alley, and he needed a janitor, so he made me alive. Look at the needle and thread on my arm, look at the knife marks on my arm, look at my face!"

The man became more and more excited. He grabbed the scissors and kept showing Han Fei the scars on his body.

Fine needles and threads stitched his skin together, and the middle-aged man felt like a rag doll stitched from human skin.

In the extreme torture, the man had gone mad, and he desperately wanted to vent this pain. He wanted to rehearse what he had experienced on Han Fei.

"I'll make you what the shopkeeper wants, and let you take over from me here. But don't worry, I'm not as cruel as the shopkeeper. I'll just break your chest and neck." come.

"Aren't you the store manager here?" The worried expression on Han Fei's face slowly dissipated: "People who can open a store in a place like this are very scary, but I really want to meet him, the barber shop is a new industry. ."

"It won't work for me to pretend to be crazy and sell stupid. Do you have any last words now?" The needle and thread on the man's face were about to split, and his body was stuffed with blood-stained hair.

"The little things look quite unique." Han Fei pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger to prevent sneak attack by top resentment. After all, in the deep world, the roles of prey and hunter can change at any time.

But now that Han Fei is sure that the barber shop manager is gone, he doesn't need to continue acting.

Opening the spiritual altar, Han Fei let Chui and Yinglong walk out, and the two grudges joined forces to beat the man to the point where he was about to dissipate.

"The manager of Yeshi Barbershop went to Beast Alley. Maybe I can meet him again. Let's keep this human skin doll for now."

Han Fei picked up the man on the ground, and the only Yin Qi of the other party was swallowed by crying, leaving only a tattered skin.

"Touch the secrets of the soul."

Han Fei felt deep fear and unease from the man, and the fear hidden in his heart came from someone.

Since the secret of touching the depths of the soul has been upgraded, what Han Fei can feel has become more and more specific. He can even restore the person who has the deepest impression in his memory by touching Li Gui's heart.

"Judging from the impression in the man's heart, the manager of the barber shop is very powerful, and it is definitely not ordinary resentment!"

It's easy for Han Fei to take his neighbors to deal with ordinary resentment, but medium-level resentment will be a little difficult. If he goes all out, he can beat him, but he can't kill him.

If you encounter top-level resentment like Jin Sheng and Xiao Ba, then it is good luck to be able to escape.

After folding and compacting the man's skin, Han Fei stuffed it into the spiritual altar, and then asked Yinglong to search the store's items.

Yinglong has worked in a convenience store for a long time, and has seen all kinds of good things. He has developed a keen eye, and can spot treasures that are difficult to notice with ordinary resentment.

"Manager, there is a lot of resentment on the wigs in this barbershop."

Yinglong led Han Fei into the depths of the barber shop. After the bed was lifted, everyone was stunned.

Other barbershops shave their customers' hair, but this one shaves their customers' heads directly.

The barber shop manager chopped off the heads of regret and resentment, and used their hatred and despair to warm and nourish the hair. Those hairs were filled with yin, like the toughest rope.

"Is the yin in this hair useful to you?"

"it works."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's run away as soon as we drain the yin! At this time, we will be caught by the barber shop manager. Even if we didn't do anything wrong, it's probably not clear."

There are human heads in the barber shop, and the expressions of those heads are very painful. Han Fei is also helping them free.

There are so many Yin Qi and living corpses in a small barbershop. Before Han Fei came, he never thought that the manager of the barbershop seemed to be plotting a big thing.

After swallowing the last trace of yin in the barber shop, the crying body changed.

The child's cry rang in his ears, and all the residual thoughts within ten meters were affected.

The sound, sadness, pain, despair, and countless negative emotions poured out from the bottom of my heart, constantly beating my mind like a wave.

The air became extremely oppressive, and all the happiness and joy in the world seemed to disappear in an instant, as if God pressed the switch to control human emotions at that moment, and there was only sorrow and despair in the hearts of everyone and the ghost.

Tears of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the thin cry stretched out his hands. He picked up the broken spiritual altar that no one cared about, and took out a crumpled photo from the bottom of the spiritual altar.

A timid child can be vaguely seen in the photo, and next to him is an adult with his face smeared off.

The yin qi solidified, almost turned into substance, and stared at the photo with bloody eyes, looking at himself in the photo.

He reached out several times to destroy the photo, but it still can't do it now.

The picture seemed to Cry to represent something in the memory that he thought he could destroy when he got stronger and more terrifying, but it turned out he couldn't.

The nails pierced the skin, and the despair and pain made him out of control, and sharp spikes began to emerge from his thin body, like thorns.

Those thorns that are countless times sharper than knives are transformed from sadness and pain. Crying, which has swallowed a lot of yin, seems to have a new ability. He can not only affect other people's emotions, but also his own sadness. And pain manifests itself in another form.

"The stronger the resentment, the more intense the pain and despair in their hearts?" Han Fei knew the experience of crying, and he felt a little distressed for the child.

Reaching out and grabbing the thorny arm lightly, Han Fei squatted in front of the crying man: "Don't worry, you will be able to do what you want to do sooner or later, and we will always be with you."