In the game "Perfect Life", theoretically any prop can be used as a weapon, but this was the first time Tetsuo saw someone charging with a spiritual altar.
Ever since Han Fei entered the residential building, the weird atmosphere has continued to get worse. The yin energy was like a shackle, making it difficult to breathe.
At this time, the man in the shroud came again and provoked him again and again, so Han Fei decided not to hold back.
He wants to find the laughing ghost as soon as possible, then complete the task and leave with the three players.
The man in the shroud stood with his back to Han Fei, confident. He was different from the other people trapped in the mirror.
Every piece of paper money under his feet seemed to have a subtle connection with him. He seemed to be the protagonist of the funeral on the fourth floor.
The loose shroud fluttered in the cold wind, and the man began to turn around slowly, and an extremely dangerous aura also emanated from his body.
Han Fei's skin was stung by the yin energy, and ghost lines appeared automatically.
He was fearless and rushed into the darkness accompanied by several figures!
The sky was filled with despair. Han Fei raised the altar and smashed it down!
"Snapped!"
The mirror exploded in the air, and every fragment reflected Han Fei's face.
When the last piece of glass fell, shadows walked out from Han Fei's side.
"Why don't you always let me out?" Li Ban's slender body was bent at a ninety-degree angle, with his head downward and perpendicular to the ground. He smiled at Tienan and Yantang.
Cries rang out, fingers plucked at the heartstrings of the living person, and half of Han Fei's head was exposed as he cried.
The one-eyed fire dragon silently stepped aside, blood bloomed, and a table knife wrapped in human skin was nailed directly into the mirror at the end of the corridor.
Cracks struck like lightning, splitting everything instantly.
"You can't run away."
The man in the shroud disappeared, leaving only a fragment of the mirror where he stood just now.
But when I looked back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, there were more men wearing shrouds in the huge mirror.
This ghost seems to be able to freely walk through the mirror. His special ability is perfectly matched with the mirror, and his speed is ridiculously fast. Han Fei has never seen his face until now.
"If a mirror is broken, it is still a mirror. There must be no broken pieces left. Maybe I can let it eat all those mirrors." Han Fei grabbed the shadow on the wall, and the black python understood it and was happy.
Swallow those mirror fragments contaminated with yin energy.
It is difficult for others to deal with the ghost in the mirror, but Han Fei is different. He has a little monster in his hand that even the system cannot identify. This thing can eat and digest anything.
"Eat slowly, there are many more in this building." The black shadow's belly was like a bottomless pit. After digesting the mirror fragments, its body expanded a little.
"Yes, Brother Youfu, how did your family members come out of the spiritual altar?" Tetsuo didn't pay attention when he was in the hotel. Now seeing the ghost so close at hand, he was so scared that he almost flew out of his mind.
"Why do I feel like your words are scolding me?" Han Fei frowned slightly and pushed Tetsuo aside. He and his neighbors looked at the mirror at the end of the corridor.
That mirror is the largest mirror in the whole building. There seems to be another world hidden in the mirror, and the things inside also have their own life and consciousness.
The two sides confront each other, and their intersection is Aunt Li and Yantang.
The voice in Auntie's ears became louder and louder. The owner of the voice seemed to have lost his patience and did not care about other things. He just let his voice penetrate into Auntie's mind.
Severe pain occurred, and memories that did not belong to him exploded in his mind. Ordinary people simply could not bear such pain.
Aunt Li let out a scream and fell towards the mirror. Just when her head was about to hit the mirror, Yantang's hand and an arm in the mirror grabbed her at the same time.
"Do it!"
The mirror surface was like a pool of blood stained red, with blood oozing out of every crack. The newlyweds in Chinese wedding coats turned around completely, as if there were insects moving under their bare faces.
Then something even more terrifying happened. The smooth facial skin of the newlywed couple turned outwards, and scars bulged out from under the skin, as if someone had used surgical threads to sew crying expressions on their faces.
Screams rang out, and the newlyweds jumped out of the mirror.
"What a strong resentment."
The resentment was overwhelming, they were killed at the happiest moment, and the happy event turned into a funeral.
Although their faces have no facial features, the scars sewn with needlework can reveal their mood at this time.
Sad, painful, extremely sad.
Negative emotions are like sticky threads that not only infect the people around you, but also drag those people into the world in the mirror.
Hysterical crying sounded at the end of the corridor, and strangely, a cry also sounded next to Han Fei.
This was the cry of a child. There was no extra emotion in the sound, and it was completely dominated by despair.
He was born a desperate child, and what his biological father liked to hear most was his crying.
Ten fingers pierced the skin, and the first one rushed over crying.
The sticky negative emotions have become the weapons of the men and women in the mirror, paper money is flying everywhere, but all their attack methods cannot cause any substantial harm to the cry.
Crying immersed in the depths of despair can make use of all despair. As long as despair remains in the hearts of the enemy, the knife that kills them has already been buried in their own hearts.
The more desperate you are, the closer the tip of the knife will be to your heart.
While crying and fighting with his newlywed wife, Li Ban could not wait to walk to Yantang and Aunt Li.
"It's really good. I like the aura on your body very much. The young man is very promising. This aunt also impressed me. It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance." Li Qian's neck was bent at almost 180 degrees. He turned his head upside down and stared.
Looking at Yantang, even if Yantang was very courageous, he was still quite frightened at this time.
Li Ban wanted to drag Auntie away from the mirror, but as soon as he pulled her away, Auntie Li screamed again, her orifices began to bleed, and her body became weaker and weaker.
Aunt Li's painful voice echoed far in the corridor, and the thing hidden in the dark finally couldn't sit still.
There was the sound of a mirror shattering in the room near the stairs on the fourth floor, and then a large amount of plasma poured out from the door. The plasma seemed to be alive. After flowing out of the room, it slowly gathered into a strange man with a red body.
His body is much taller than that of a normal person, and his face also has no facial features, except for an angry expression that was sutured with surgical sutures.
After the angry man appeared, brisk footsteps came from downstairs, and a child dragged a head and jumped up and down the corridor on the fourth floor.
His face slowly turned, and someone used needlework to stitch a happy expression on his face without facial features.
Harsh laughter sounded, and the boy dragged the head and rushed towards Han Fei!
There seems to be infinite power hidden in its small body, with an afterimage behind it, and its speed is astonishingly fast.
Huge eyes opened on the wall next to Han Fei. The girl holding the fish tank raised her head, and the band covering her eyes fell off, revealing the deep hole.
The boy seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and his speed slowed down. Before he could react, a table knife cut directly across his neck.
The boy's head was in a different place, and the expression on the boy's face that was sutured with surgical threads was still smiling, but underneath the smile was full of blood and pain.
"Not everyone can bear Ying Yue's gaze. Sadness, anger, happiness, these emotions are all stitched onto the faces of the residents in the building. I finally understand why this place is called the Mirror Clinic. It is specially used to treat
Those disgraced monsters in the mirror make new cheeks.”
"Snapped!"
The sound of broken mirrors was heard one after another. The noise was so loud that the whole street could hear the huge sound.
Chaotic footsteps soon sounded in the corridor, and the figures originally standing in the mirror walked out. Their faces without facial features were all scratched with knives.
Gaping wounds serve as lips, scabbed scars become eyes, and thin surgical lines outline eyebrows and noses.
Their faces without facial features had fixed expressions. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, including men, women, old and young, and they were all crowded towards the fourth floor.
Han Fei is now very glad that he did not do anything directly in the clinic. If a large number of mirrors were destroyed at that time, these people would probably be lured out in advance.
In such a narrow environment, surrounded by so many ghosts, he may not be able to survive.
Backing up, several people gathered together, protecting Aunt Li in the middle.
The aunt who fell to the ground now has a splitting headache, her eyes are red and swollen, and her eyes are bloodshot.
As if she noticed that the aunt's breath was weak and she could no longer withstand the tossing, the voice in her mind that had been calling her finally stopped.
This small detail caught Han Fei's attention. The owner of the Mirror Clinic seemed not to want to hurt Aunt Li from the beginning, but just kept calling her.
Han Fei had asked Aunt Li something before, and the aunt then replied that the voice told her to stay away from Han Fei as soon as possible.
Maybe that voice felt that Han Fei was in danger, so he wanted to protect her in his own way.
"Since you all regard me as a bad guy, I'll show you how bad I am once." Han Fei's eyes showed a bit of evil, and his smile began to become twisted and ferocious, as if the dark side hidden deep in his heart was activated.
As the other two players looked on in confusion, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and pulled her up from the ground.
Taking out the death knife, the bright sword light illuminated the dark corridor, and then Han Fei placed the death knife on Aunt Li's shoulder.
Auntie's face was covered with blood. She was trying hard to digest the extra memories in her mind. Her body was very weak and she couldn't resist at all.
"Your wife is here. If you don't want her to die, you'd better come out yourself."
With the cold tone, perverted smile, and vicious eyes, Han Fei seemed to be a completely different person.
He grabbed Aunt Li's neck with one hand and dug his fingers into her flesh.
Aunt Li, whose face was covered in blood, seemed to be unable to breathe, and her hands and feet began to struggle subconsciously.
After touching the player, Han Fei could clearly see the opponent's real-time attributes. At this time, he was staring at Big Mom's health.
"You walked away like a turtle, leaving all the difficulties and despair to her. Do you know that she has been looking for you for twenty years?"
With the activation of the throat choked by the devil, coupled with the active ability of speech spirit, every word Han Fei speaks now contains special power.
"You are already dead, now you want to kill her? Do you want your child to become an orphan?"
"Just like those orphans you have seen before, they cannot even choose their own life, and are forced to accept the fate of others' charity. From their brains to their souls, everything is filled with despair!"
His voice was depressed and angry, and veins popped out on the back of his hands. Han Fei seemed to be slowly tightening his grip on the aunt's neck.
"She spent her whole life looking for you, and now that she has finally come to you, you are actually willing to watch her die?"
Han Fei heard a strange noise coming from downstairs, and something was slowly approaching.
"It seems that you really don't care about her. Even if she dies in front of you, you will be indifferent."
The blade of the knife was raised, and the bright light of the knife reflected Han Fei's cold eyes.
He listened to the sound of slow movement downstairs, and laughed hysterically. Without any hesitation, he swung the knife downwards with all his strength!
The butcher's knife of the dead will become extremely sharp when faced with enemies whose hands are stained with blood, but it cannot kill those truly kind-hearted people.
This is the characteristic of the Purana Knife, but even so, Han Fei did not dare to gamble casually.
His knife was not aimed at Auntie's neck at all, but was slashed at his hand that was holding Auntie's neck.
In this way, even if it is too late to retract the knife, the aunt will not be accidentally injured.
Everything was under Han Fei's calculations, and he didn't hold anything back at all.
Han Fei's masterful acting skills were demonstrated vividly. Just when the blade was about to cut off Han Fei's own hand, the sound of a mirror exploding suddenly sounded in the corridor around the corner, and a doctor in a white coat rushed towards Han Fei as if he was crazy.
Han Fei had seen this doctor downstairs. He was standing in the mirror in the consultation room, but no matter how much the aunt shouted, the doctor did not turn around. He seemed to have something to hide.
At this time, when the doctor rushed over, everyone present also saw the doctor's face.
All the facial features on the angular face were removed, leaving only stitched wounds.
The death knife stopped an inch away from the back of his hand, and Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If this doctor runs slower, he might really cut off his own hand.
Han Fei has never tried what would happen if he cut himself with the Purana Knife. Although he is the owner of the Purana Knife, he is also a butcher with blood-stained hands.
After letting go of his hand, Han Fei gently patted Aunt Li on the shoulder.
Aunt Li covered her neck and weakly opened her eyes. She saw the doctor in front of her. The person she had been looking for for twenty years appeared in front of her. Everything felt very unreal.
Twenty years have passed, and Aunt Li has long lost her youthful appearance. Time has taken away everything from her, but the doctor in front of her seems to be the same as she was twenty years ago.
Looking at the disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands. She could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.
Without the obstruction of the mirror, even if twenty years have passed, she can still recognize the other person at a glance.
"Where have you been all these years?"
Aunt Li walked towards the ghosts in the deep world. The resentment that made ordinary people extremely frightened was the concern that she had never let go of.
The doctor who exuded a sinister aura stood in the middle of the corridor. He did not dare to lower his head, as if he was afraid that his disfigured face would scare his wife.
Seeing Aunt Li walking towards him, this ghost who exuded a large amount of resentment actually took a few steps back.
"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn't tell me anything. I didn't even know how to tell my child." Blood and tears were mixed on Aunt Li's face, and she felt extremely uncomfortable: "I At first, I lied to my son that you were traveling far away, and then I said you went abroad. He kept clamoring to find you... When I was nine years old, I beat him for the first time because he said you were an irresponsible father and the worst. Bad father, he said you were dead!"
Aunt Li, whose energy had reached its limit, walked towards the doctor.
After listening to her words, the doctor who kept retreating stopped.
The couple from twenty years ago stood face to face. Aunt Li slowly grabbed the doctor's white coat and held it tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again.
The corridor was extremely quiet. Tetsuo and Yantang seemed to have remembered something that had happened to them.
"Why are you afraid of ghosts? She wants to see him so much. Maybe a world with ghosts is not bad." Yantang seemed to have thought of something, and he slowly lowered his head: "It's a pity that this is just a game, a fantasy. If such a world becomes a reality, I’m afraid it will always be just a daydream.”
Aunt Li's spirit has reached its limit now. She is older and has been playing the game for almost two days. Now she has seen her husband who has been missing for many years. Her mood fluctuates violently, her heart beats fast, and her face is frighteningly pale.
"Sister, if you get too close to him, you will die." A living person will be hurt by the resentment as long as he gets close to it, even if the doctor tries to control it: "If you die here, you may never be able to see him again. The only chance to save him will also be lost."
As soon as Han Fei said these words, Aunt Li tightened her grip on her white coat and slowly loosened her grip.
"Your wife has gone through a lot of trouble to find you, and she will appear here. You should know what this means, right?" Han Fei stared at the doctor's disfigured face: "You come with us, go to another place. A place of hatred so that you can be together forever and you can be saved."
The needle and thread on the doctor's face trembled slightly, and he seemed to be trying his best to make an expression, but the result was that the wound on his face was still bleeding.
After hesitating for a long time, the doctor shook his head, and at the same time, the weirdos in the building also walked out of every corner.
All of them have no faces, and their bare faces occasionally have expressions stitched by surgical stitches.
Some of those ghosts are very powerful, and they all seem to obey the doctor's orders.
Reaching out to touch the blood flowing from the wound, the doctor squatted in front of Aunt Li and wrote the word "Atonement" on his white coat.
"Atonement? Did you really kill someone? Did you participate in those murder parties?" Aunt Li thought of the cruel scenes she saw in the hotel.
The doctor shook his head, and he wrote a few more words: Because of a woman, I ruined her face.
The doctor couldn't explain some complicated things clearly, so he took out a thick medical record sheet from under his white coat.
Everyone in this building has their own medical records, including the doctor's own, on which they write down the reasons why they lost their cheeks.
Aunt Li took the medical record, and while she was checking it, Han Fei also walked over quietly.
The doctor's real name is Yan Mo. Because he destroyed a woman's face, he was punished here to make a more perfect face for her.
He can use any of the faces of the patients in the clinic as long as he can make a more beautiful face.
Before he can make a suitable face for a woman, his soul will be bound by the woman's lifeline, and his own face will be locked in the plastic surgery hospital.
"The life rope is not a problem. I can cut it off for you, and I can also fake your death, as long as you are willing to come with us." Han Fei needs someone who knows a lot about plastic surgery hospitals, not to mention that this doctor seems to be good at it.
He has an extremely special ability and can control some patients without faces.
The doctor shook his head again. He kept standing facing Aunt Li. If he still had an expression, I believe he must be full of guilt.
"If you are worried about these patients, don't worry. We might as well take them away together." Han Fei looked at the faceless weirdos. Not only did he not feel scared, there was even a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Why do plastic surgery hospitals need so many faces? Just to create the most perfect face?
Han Fei was also a little puzzled. There were three haters in the plastic surgery hospital. All three of them had the same abilities and talents. It was probably the faceless woman's ability to take away the ghost's face. It was probably both the white shoemaker and the painter who made the life rope.
One of the talents.
So far in the strategy, Han Fei still hasn't figured out the talent of one of the three hatreds.
Dr. Yan seemed a little moved when he heard Han Fei say that he could take away all the patients.
"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible. Your wife is in very bad condition. If she doesn't leave in time, she will probably die in the clinic." Han Fei spoke very straightforwardly, and there was no need to beat around the bush now.
Patients without faces gathered around. The newlywed couple and the man in the shroud in the mirror all came out. Their faces all had traces of stitches from the doctor.
After thinking for a long time, the doctor wrote a sentence in blood. People who enter the clinic cannot leave unless they can break the mirror.
The doctor gently pushed Aunt Li away. He came to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the ground, and completely shattered the huge mirror on the wall.
There is a door hidden behind the mirror, and the door is covered with various beautiful faces.
The doctor picked up the fragments of the mirror and cut himself. He mixed the yin energy and black blood and spread it evenly on every face.
Anyone who drinks his blood will slowly open their eyes. After all the faces see him clearly, the door will be opened.
The sweet laughter rang in everyone's ears, and the doctor once again wrote in blood that the smiley face I made for her was inside. No one could walk out of the clinic alive without destroying her.
This chapter has been completed!