My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 142

[Chapter 140: Missing Turns into a Curse]

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.

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.

“It’s not a curse? Is it 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! That’s enough! Don’t fight! That’s my own! Li Xian! Take your brother away!”

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

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 to atone for her sin?”

“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. If

she is, the store will be left to her alone.”

“Where is she?”

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

“How could she call you?”

Han Fei already understood. The old man ran a hotel before he died, and 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 be able to call her every day.”

“We talk about our past, and there are always I can’t finish talking.”

“She is still as bad-tempered and nagging as before. Sometimes I want to hang up the phone, but the next day I will always be there by the phone.”

“With her every day .

Me, I’m not that scared anymore.”

“But later, as more and more customers ran into the store, she suddenly told me that she was scared because she felt that she had changed, and she heard too much despair, Horrible, unimaginable things.”

“Her voice was distressing. I knew she was in pain, so I tried to comfort her, but she refused to see me.”

“Until a long time later, she called and told me that she was going to leave. , I may not be able to make phone calls in the future.”

“Can you imagine the pain I felt? I couldn’t understand. I told her that I had put everything down now, and I hoped to see her once.”

“She agreed that day .

, she asked me to 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, asking where she was? She said let me look back…”

The wrinkles on the old man’s face Squeezed together, 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 make calls to my home every day, but I never get through. I’ve been talking to my thoughts.”

“A person’s obsessions will change to a certain extent, and my thoughts turn into curses, attached to the hotel phone.”

“My thoughts are out of control, I There is no more 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 cried 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.

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“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 watched the old man: “However, if this world really has no hope, Then I will be your 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 friends 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.

“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.”