My Iyashikei Game

After obtaining a job as a security guard in a dead building, this was the first time that Han Fei ran at full speed. Something seemed to be poured into his legs. The more desperate he felt, the faster he ran. The more despair will emerge.

"The job of security guards in the dead building has quite a lot of side effects. It seems right not to regard it as the main occupation."

Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not weaken in the slightest, but directly surpassed the woman.

He ran with all his strength, but only suffered the middle-aged man. He was dragged to the ground, his face was in close contact with countless blood clothes, and his mouth was also stained with blood.

"If it goes on like this, it will be chased sooner or later. Does the monster in red have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted at the woman.

Listen carefully, what sounds have been made from the mouth of the red-clothed monster. It grows together with the clothes, and the mouth is wrapped with cloth strips. When it speaks, it will reveal a dark mouth.

"I, yes, you... save, save me." A hoarse voice came out of the red-clothed monster's mouth, Han Fei was about to turn his head, and the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.

"Don't listen to it! Bet on your ears!"

"Mom, mom...it hurts, my neck hurts."

The woman just reminded Han Fei when a child's voice suddenly sounded from a piece of clothing next to her. After hearing the voice, the woman slowed down a little.

It was just this moment of distraction, her bare ankle seemed to be grabbed by something.

The body fell forward, the woman looked at the ground in panic, a slender arm stretched out from the blood-stained clothes, and a boy with a big head emerged from some blood-stained children's clothes on the ground.

It giggled, its arms like a sucker, sticking to the woman's legs.

The blood-stained children's clothes were like red spots on the tarsus, clinging to the woman's calf.

"Mom, mom, don't go..."

The child woman didn't know her at all, but she was decisive, and directly picked up the fruit knife in her hand and aimed it at the children's clothes.

She moves quickly and accurately, even if she hurts herself, she doesn't care at all.

It is with this ruthlessness that she can survive until now. In other words, how can you survive in the closet without blood on your hands?

Fruit knives can't pierce children's clothes at all, and even if they cut off a small piece, more blood will emerge.

The child cried and didn't let go. As it dragged on, a dark red ghost appeared behind the woman.

The flesh and blood melted into the clothes, slowly shattered and unfolded, like the wings of the god of death, and was about to hug the woman from behind.

"Come and try this new dress, you'll love it!"

The gloomy words floated out of a piece of clothing, and the blood-clothed monster directly covered the woman and hugged her inside her body!

Blood blocked her vision, all the red clothes in the wardrobe seemed to come alive, and the woman's eyes were full of despair.

She struggled hard, but to no avail, the blood cloak slowly closed, and her vision continued to narrow, as if her life was gradually disappearing.

"I am dead, they have been able to escape, I hope that person can keep the promise to help me find..."

The spirit that had been supported for a long time began to slacken, and the neglected exhaustion came from all over the body. The surface of the woman's skin was no longer smooth, and ferocious burn scars began to appear.

She didn't notice that, and the last thing in her mind was still her own son.

"Rebirth!"

There was a crack in the closed blood color, and the blood clothes that the fruit knife could not do at all were easily cut open.

The woman saw an arm branded with a blood-colored ghost pattern stretched into the blood-coat, and then she was dragged out by a force.

The sight recovered, and the woman who fell to the ground quickly got up. After escaping from death, she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly distanced herself from Xueyi.

"I seem to be very resistant to the monsters in my closet."

When Han Fei was swinging his knife, he accidentally discovered something.

When the blade constructed by human nature touches the blood cloak, the viscous and vicious blood cloak will melt directly, like the glaciers in early spring being irradiated by the sun.

The blood-clothed monster did not expect such a thing to happen at all. Blood-red silk threads appeared from its dark mouth, and the face that was integrated with the clothes was full of shock and fear.

"In the past life, human nature is the blade, and all the monsters in the butterfly wardrobe seem to be unable to face human nature."

"In Butterfly's eyes, human nature is just a toy and a tool. It should never be imagined that one day the brightest human nature will turn into a sharp knife, sharper than hatred and resentment!"

Taking advantage of the shock of the blood-clothed monster, Han Fei rushed up directly. He was not going to let the other party leave. The less "people" he knew about the secret of the knife, the better.

"Nine lives!"

Activate the ghost pattern on his body and take out the last blood-colored paper figurine. Han Fei is ready to go all out.

Although the rebirth knife is sharp, Han Fei is just an ordinary person. His body is only level 13, and he is still very fragile and easily injured.

So every time he fights, he dances on a tightrope, either seriously injuring others or being seriously injured by others.

There are some common tools in life in the wardrobe, as well as fruit knives and kitchen knives, but those knives can't hurt the blood-clothed monsters at all, they are the predators in the cabinet.

The blood-robed monster felt a threat from Han Fei, and it found that there was a strong aura of curse on Han Fei's body.

Somewhat uneasy about it, the first reaction

is to escape.

In the cabinet full of blood clothes, it is very difficult to find a blood clothes, but Han Fei happens to have the talent of hide and seek, as well as extremely perverted observation and memory. He remembered all the details of the monster and stared at it catches up.

The patrolling talent of the security guard on the fourth floor came in handy again. Han Fei shoved a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and chased after him without looking back.

He was like a shark smelling blood, biting each other tightly.

"Hey! Stop chasing!"

The woman wanted to stop Han Fei, but soon Han Fei had disappeared.

Looking at the dense blood clothes all around, the woman squatted beside the middle-aged man, and the joy of escaping just disappeared. She knew very well that it would be extremely difficult to reunite after being separated from this place.

"Why are you so impulsive!"

The woman stopped in place, she felt that Han Fei was a very reliable person, while the half-dead uncle beside him was purely a burden.

"What about others?" The middle-aged man thought the same as the woman, Han Fei left, and he felt that the hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

"I don't know, let's wait here first." The woman carefully paid attention to her surroundings. After more than ten minutes, the clothes in the distance shook gently. When she was on high alert, Han Fei walked out with a bloody garment.

The security uniform was soaked with blood, and Han Fei was not injured.

"What about the blood-robed monster?"

"Its body is this dress."

"You killed it?" Both the woman and the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in disbelief. A mediocre security guard who was a little more handsome could actually kill the monster in blood.

"I'm just helping, it's not me who really did it." Han Fei took out the piece of paper from the woman's pocket. The piece of paper was a part of the blood-colored paper figurine's body. It was also because of this piece that he could successfully find his way back.

"There are some blood clothes in the cupboard with resentment remaining on them. Those resentments have dominated the clothes again. Now I have killed their consciousness, and the clothes are 'clean'." Han Fei handed the blood clothes to the middle-aged man: "There are still residues on it. The breath of the blood-robed monster, you should be able to increase your chances of survival by wearing him."

Hearing that it can increase the chance of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a while, but still put on the blood clothes.

"Come on, the longer you stay here, the more dangerous it will be."

The secret of the rebirth knife has not been revealed yet, but Han Fei has already felt a sense of crisis.

After walking for a long time, Han Fei and the others finally arrived at the place the middle-aged man said.

In front of me is a pile of clothes stacked together, layer upon layer, black and smelly.

"I saw these clothes when I woke up, and then I hid in the pile of clothes, hiding all the time..." The middle-aged man was wearing a blood coat, and as long as he didn't speak, he looked terrifying.

Frowning and staring at the pile of blackened clothes, Han Fei found that compared with the bloody clothes around them, it was as if all the "essence" and consciousness had been absorbed, and they had become completely "dead objects".

"If middle-aged men are just useless 'garbage' thrown by butterflies in the passage, then this place should be very close to the passage. After all, normal people will choose the nearest trash can when they throw 'rubbish'." Han Fei silently put the pile up The clothes that were together were removed, and he wanted to see if there was something hidden in the pile of clothes.

The three of them worked together for half an hour, and they found a half-open cabinet door deep in the pile of clothes.

When they saw the wardrobe door, all three were stunned.

"Bear-patterned pajamas..."

"The top that Feng Ziyu once wore?"

"My child's school uniform?!"

There was a piece of clothing hanging on the crevice of the wardrobe door. All three of them saw the piece of clothing, but the appearance of the piece of clothing in the eyes of the three of them was completely different!

"No! It should be fake! That dress is the one we want to see the most in our hearts!" Han Fei wanted to understand the key. The woman endured the pain in her heart after being stunned for a while. Only the middle-aged man who had just entered the closet The man ran straight over.

"My child ran in too?! God damn bastard! Even the child will not be spared!" The middle-aged man didn't think much. When he was more than a meter away from the wardrobe, the half-open wardrobe door suddenly opened by itself!

There was no clothes at all behind the cabinet door, only a huge mouth!

What a few people saw just now was not clothes, but a bright red tongue.

The stench and malice poured out of the closet, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the waist of the middle-aged man and swallowed him directly into the closet.

"A mouth in the closet?"

The middle-aged man was already stupid, Han Fei decisively slashed at the long tongue, but as he approached, several bloodstained tongues stuck out from the wardrobe, like the tentacles of a giant squid.

The opponent's strength completely crushed Han Fei. He lost his balance and fell to the closet with the middle-aged man.

There were pieces of clothes in the gaps between the blackened teeth, and the pungent stench seemed to be the smell of fermentation of death.

With his hand moving, Han Fei took out a cigarette from the inventory. When he was trying to find a lighter from his pocket, the middle-aged man next to him was already dumbfounded. At such a time of crisis and tension, he still had to smoke a cigarette?

Holding the teeth on the wardrobe with both hands, the middle-aged man kept crying, and Han Fei, who had not yet found the lighter, was dragged into the darkness by his tongue.

Huge pain came from all over the body, and Han Fei finally touched the lighter during the process of falling.

The guts of this closet mouth

The road was covered with faces, and they stared at Han Fei expressionlessly. When Han Fei touched them, they would open their mouths and bite Han Fei's flesh.

"What monsters are in the butterfly closet?!"

The intestines are getting narrower and narrower, Han Fei's body is constantly being squeezed, he can't catch fire, and there are more and more wounds on the skin.

"Are you going to quit the game? But next time you go online, you will still be in this wardrobe!"

The place where the face was bitten began to turn black, it seemed to be some kind of soul poison.

The middle-aged man was already unconscious after being bitten. Han Fei was bitten a few times, but he was still very awake.

"The human face specifically avoids the arm where the big evil is located. They all seem to be killed by butterflies, and their instincts are still afraid of things related to butterflies."

The lighter didn't work, so Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away the last cigarette. He adjusted his body and stabbed the death knife into the wall of the "intestine", and then he smashed the arm where the great evil was hiding directly into the wound drawn by the death knife.

Holding the flesh and face in his arms, Han Fei abruptly stopped the falling body.

The wall of the "gut" began to wriggle, and the human face came close to Han Fei's side. There were more wounds on the surface of his skin. As his blood volume continued to decrease, bloody words began to appear under his skin.

Those bloody words seem to be a complete weird talk, and the protagonist of the weird talk is Han Fei himself.

There is a special power in the blood letter, and the established destiny is deflecting in another direction.

When the blood letter was triggered, Han Fei's arm began to bleed, and thorns pierced Han Fei's skin with an extremely ominous aura of disaster, as if something was about to break free and climb out of the blood-colored pattern. .

After Da Nie entered the dead building, it turned into a blood pattern. In a certain respect, Han Fei was similar to the other residents of the dead building, except that they had butterfly patterns on their bodies, and Han Fei had blood lines on Da Xie's body.

Before the big evil, there was no movement, but when Han Fei was on the brink of death, the excited big evil seemed to wake up from his sleep. It was eager to come to Han Fei and follow the master who was about to die. .

The less blood Han Fei had, the more severe the blood pattern on his arm changed.

When the blood volume dropped to a certain value, Han Fei Midnight Butcher's professional talent was activated, his physical fitness almost doubled, and he gradually began to feel no pain, his eyes turned red, and a trace of suppressed animal nature was released.