Wu Chang picked up the fallen Huang Ying, but he only held him for a second before Wu Chang threw Huang Ying away.
It's not that Wuchang is too cold, it's mainly because Huang Ying is covered in the black blood of the first generation of ghosts. Except for Han Fei, it seems that no one or ghost can get close to him.
The game warehouse had been destroyed, but Huang Ying was still wearing the game helmet. Han Fei hurriedly approached. He wanted to help Huang Ying take off the game helmet, but when he hugged the game helmet with both hands, the black blood flowing on Huang Ying's body
Blood suddenly started flowing towards him.
Without giving Han Fei a chance to react, the ghost blood penetrated directly into his body and merged with his will and soul. The two were highly compatible, as if only Han Fei could control the darkest and most desperate blood.
"Brother Huang? Can you hear me?" Han Fei tried to take off the gaming helmet. The moment he took off the gaming helmet, the helmet shattered in Han Fei's hands and turned into black and white fragments.
Only then did he discover that the gaming helmet that Meng placed at the core of Nightmare Factory was spliced together from a period of life. The gaming helmet was like a simple black box with only one layer.
Taking advantage of the situation, Han Fei put away all the fragments, and then used Healing Personality on Huang Ying. The power to soothe the mental pain repaired Huang Ying's soul, and forcibly pulled Huang Ying back from the edge of disintegration.
The nightmare on the eleventh floor began to collapse, and Huang Ying opened his eyes in a daze. He pointed at Han Fei and opened his mouth for a long time before he said one word - ghost.
"Do you think I'm a ghost?" Han Fei continued to use the healing personality. In the entire nightmare, he was the only one who had the ability to heal the spirit and soul. Who would have thought that the criminal with the butcher knife in his hand was actually a doctor who healed diseases and saved lives?
As the nightmare disintegrated, Huang Ying slowly woke up. His eyes were red and full of resentment.
A large number of nightmares ran into his body just now, and some of the black blood of the first-generation ghosts also remained on his skin, seeping into his body little by little. Brother Huang followed Han Fei, not only did he enjoy the food and drink, but he also had "no worries about food and clothing"
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"There are some memories hidden in the game helmet. The call you heard before was made by those memories." Huang Ying spoke quickly as soon as he regained some strength. He looked anxious as if he had to tell Han these words before he died.
If it's not like it, it won't be a second later.
"Who left the memory that called me? Could it be my parents?" Han Fei's heart slowly lifted and he stared at Huang Ying with all his attention.
Shaking his head slightly, Huang Ying pointed to the black blood on his body: "It was left by the owner of this blood. It was the first ghost to appear in the world. It was ignorant of everything. It carried people's negative emotions and deep feelings.
Despair, everyone who comes close to it will be cursed. Not only will they be plagued by misfortune for a lifetime, but they will also be doomed to have a bad fate and die a very miserable death."
"What does that have to do with me?" Han Fei remembered clearly that the first generation of ghosts appeared a long time ago. They should be the same generation as the first owner of the black box, much earlier than Fu Sheng, many years.
"Everyone is afraid of the first generation ghost. Some people try every means to destroy it, but there are also a very small number of people who have helped it. It is also those very few people who make the first generation ghost feel the warmth of the human world and fill it with negative emotions.
There was a trace of abnormality in the body." Huang Ying seemed to be telling a very long dream, which was long enough to be buried: "If the first generation of ghosts were compared to the deep world, that trace of abnormality would be like you."
"Can you put it simply?" Han Fei increased the healing power to help Huang Ying regain his mind faster.
"The first generation ghost is a kind of real despair, without any vitality or desire. It is even more willing to self-destruct, but the sad thing is
As long as despair continues to arise in the world, it cannot truly disappear." Huang Ying felt that kind of despair in his memory. He could not even die, but could only endure pain forever and collapse in suffering.
"But then the first-generation ghost I saw in the memory world of the shrine was a corpse! It means that it was successfully killed later!" Han Fei has seen the first-generation ghost many times, and he always appears in the form of a corpse in various places.
in the memory of speech.
"It never really dies, it's just stripped
Without self-awareness." Huang Ying tried hard to recall the memories he saw: "Those who wanted to destroy the first generation ghosts by any means were all killed by the first generation ghosts. On the contrary, those who wanted to help the first generation ghosts obtained the first generation ghosts.
The ghost's identity. Together they found a way to
To make the first-generation ghosts no longer feel hopeless, that is to strip away their self-awareness."
"The first generation ghosts don't have self-awareness?"
"Yes, its main consciousness is boundless despair. This part of consciousness is sealed in a place that no one knows; the abnormal emotions born deep in the souls of the first generation ghosts are hidden in people's bodies. When
One day, the despair of the main consciousness breaks out out of control, and only that trace of abnormal consciousness can cure the first generation ghost." Huang Ying was describing the memory he saw, while Han Fei seemed to be looking in the mirror.
Standing up, Han Fei put what Huang Ying said into his own and Kuangxiao's mind, and felt that it was somewhat consistent: "Do all people who are possessed by the abnormal consciousness of the first generation ghost have a healing personality?"
"I don't know about this, but my memory says that all people who are occupied by abnormal emotions are the hope in the deepest despair. They are often unfortunate in life, but kind in life." Huang Ying looked at Han Fei seriously: "First of all,
Excluding you, I can’t even count the number of ghosts who have died at your hands.”
"If I weren't kind, would I risk my life to save these players? They are just strangers to me." Han Fei motioned to Huang Ying to continue.
"The abnormal consciousness of the first-generation ghost is rooted deep in the soul, and will dissipate into the body of another child as one soul dissipates. The specific selection criteria are not mentioned in the memory, but that consciousness likes children who encounter the same thing as itself."
When Huang Ying said this, he found that Han Fei's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning. He was so frightened that he did not dare to continue: "What's wrong with you?"
"I suddenly thought of something." Han Fei stood in the slowly disappearing city: "Child Zero became Laughter after the bloody night. It was also that night that I began to live on his behalf. He hid himself in the deepest
In desperation, I walked onto the stage.”
Han Fei thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say this speculation casually, because even he found it a bit creepy.
The twin flowers, the deepest despair, the owner of the black box, the dead souls surrounding the game warehouse, these seemed to have hinted at him from a long time ago.
"It turns out that the script in which I starred as the protagonist for the first time was about twin flowers written in advance by fate."
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked at his hands. The black blood of the first-generation ghost had been perfectly integrated into his body, and he didn't feel any discomfort now.
"After Fu Sheng and his children merged with the blood of the first generation of ghosts, they became unspeakable ghosts, but I did not."
Seeing that Han Fei's mental state was not stable, Huang Ying was a little worried: "Do you want me to continue?"
"Go on, tell me everything you saw." Han Fei brought a stone brick, sat next to Huang Ying, and listened carefully.
Huang Ying didn't hide anything. He told Han Fei everything he saw until the nightmare on the eleventh level was completely shattered.
The city built in imitation of the deep world was absorbed by Han Fei's ghost pattern. Players who were not bewitched by the dream also left smoothly, but those players who lost their self-awareness and actively surrendered to the dream were dragged into a deeper darkness.
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Opening their eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the hospital in the main city, where they stayed not far from the shrine.
The gray fog still hasn't dissipated, and there is also a strong smell of blood in the fog.
"You should be able to touch the shrine if you go further." Huang Ying had an unreal feeling. His spirit and soul had undergone great changes in the nightmare on the eleventh level. Han Fei was not in the nightmare factory.
All the hacked nightmares entered his body, giving him great benefits.
"Don't go any further just yet." The shrine is in front of you, but you need to be more cautious at this time. Han Fei is very aware of the horror of dreams, and the other party will never sit still and wait for death.
"I think so too." Huang Ying looked at the nightmare mark on his body: "As long as I get close to the shrine, I will feel fear from the bottom of my heart. That power seems to be able to easily drive me out of my mind."
"Be careful so that
Ten Thousand Years Ship, I'm not in good condition right now. I'll come back after I finish my training." Han Fei turned around decisively without any hesitation: "Next time I come in, when I decide the winner with Meng, I will take down the four million players.
Taken out."
Taking out the meat cooked by Xu Qin, Han Fei gulped it down to regain his strength, and at the same time, he took back the ghost marks on the neighbors in Xingfu Community.
"Let's go, many players are still waiting for you outside." Han Fei took the time to give Huang Ying some acting coaching so that Huang Ying could act more natural.
After Huang Ying put on the mask of the acting master, the two of them walked out of the main city hospital one after another.
The cheers of the crowd almost dispersed the gray fog near the hospital. Those players seemed to have received the news already. People from three floors inside and three outside were crowded at the exit of the hospital. This battle was much bigger than the last time Han Fei came out.
"What happened?" Huang Ying and Han Fei both looked puzzled. Only after a player reminded them did they know that the top players from the top 100 guilds had successfully escaped the nightmare.
They were trapped in the hospital, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and were almost wiped out. At the critical moment, Huang Ying set off a storm.
The lost players didn't know what happened specifically. When they regained their self-awareness and regained their sanity, they saw Huang Ying falling from a high altitude in the center of the city.
Huang Ying's surroundings had completely turned into ruins, as if an extremely brutal fighting had taken place!
Obviously, it was the number one player Huang Ying who saved them!
Deep in despair, about to sink into a nightmare forever, there is still a person who is willing to fight the entire city alone and save everyone. Such a person is probably a hero.
In the past, there were top players who were dissatisfied with Huang Ying, but now those players who are dissatisfied with Huang Ying defend Huang Ying more than anyone else.
The public chat hall of players has been boiling. Not only did Huang Ying return miraculously, but he also saved everyone. The previous despair of the players was swept away. Those players who defected to Meng had mixed emotions. Their nature was to support Huang Ying.
, but their human nature distorted by dreams forced them to want to kill Huang Ying.
"The nightmare on the twelfth level is a little more difficult than I thought." Huang Ying and Han Fei did not exchange words in advance. He did not know that Han Fei had already said that he had entered the nightmare on the twelfth level. Fortunately, Huang Ying knew that talking too much would lead to mistakes.
, didn’t say much, just had a faint smile on his face.
Back at the Xingfu Community headquarters, the top ten guild leaders personally visited. This time they were truly grateful to Huang Ying. It was Huang Ying who helped them protect their family fortune and the "force" to maintain order.
"No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Huang Ying sat in the chairman's position and looked at everyone: "Our goals are the same. I will try my best to take all players away and complete my mission to everyone.
promise."
It was just a few words, but the words from Huang Ying's mouth were full of passion. The players gathered outside the Xingfu Community Station. They seemed to be full of hope whenever they saw Huang Ying, as if the night sky above their heads was also illuminated.
In the shadows, Han Fei silently gnawed on the pig's heart. He was very happy to see this scene. The corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, but he still couldn't show a true smile.
"Brother Huang knew the truth about this game in advance, so from the first day he played this game, he worked harder and worked harder than any other player. He deserves all this."
Withdrawing his gaze, Han Fei turned and left. He was happy not because he thought the scene was funny, but because he felt that if one day he fell, someone else would hold up the torch he had lit throughout his life.