My Iyashikei Game Chapter 328: Woman in red dress

The businessman was full of bitterness. He was about to say a few more words when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from downstairs.

Looking back, his bloodless face became paler, and countless little ghosts rushed upstairs surrounded by a mad woman.

"Why did you change another one?" With his neck curled, the businessman closed the security door and hid in the corridor: "What the **** is that man? I have seen a scumbag who was beaten by a few women, but it's really not I have seen security guards chased and killed by so many ghosts, how many have they changed?"

The merchant broke his fingers and counted, and from time to time he secretly glanced outside.

Han Fei, who never cared about the strange gazes of others, finally came to the 22nd floor. The cry of the child came into his ears. The boy with bruises did not stand in the corridor this time, but stood beside the security gate.

The syringe girl has a ditch and gains her wisdom. In order to prevent her child from being abducted by people like Han Fei, she dare not let the little boy go too far away from the safety gate.

Precautions, but I didn't expect Han Fei to come again.

The sick woman's face appeared in the glass window. Her hand holding the syringe was already raised. As long as Han Fei dared to touch the boy, she immediately pierced Han Fei's head with the needle in her hand.

"Be more sober! This girl is your real child!"

Han Fei walked past the injured boy, slammed open the safety door, and then grabbed the syringe woman by the wrist.

"Touch the secrets of the soul!" Seeing through the appearance and directly touching the depths of the soul, the Syringe Girl also contains Zhuang Wen's motherhood, but this motherhood has been corrupted by the memory of the past and transformed into another appearance .

The divorced mother is the truly beautiful mother in Zhuang Wen’s fantasy, while the syringe girl is the incarnation of Zhuang Wen’s mother in reality. She can’t do without medicine. She believes the exorcist’s words and treats the child as a bargaining chip, crazy and terrible.

The wrist was grabbed, and the frantic eyes of the syringe girl slowly widened.

What do you mean? Last time I kidnapped my son? Want to kidnap me this time?

Before the held syringe fell, a cold little hand was placed on the face of the syringe girl, her crazy expression instantly solidified, and there seemed to be some instinct awakening in her fragmented heart.

When the safety door was knocked open, the syringe girl was ready. As long as Han Fei dared to take her child away, she immediately waved the syringe. But now her hands couldn't fall, those crazy eyes looked at the little girl.

"Where is my...child?"

Mumbling to herself, the Syringe girl seemed to think of something.

"Let's walk and talk!"

Han Fei held the little girl in one hand, picked up the injured boy in the other, and ran away.

The needle girl stood there for a while, and when the divorced mother showed up with a group of little ghosts, her chest rose and fell violently, as if something in the bottom of her heart had torn the seal.

"My child, they took my child, that is my child!"

The pupils trembled, and the limbs of the syringe girl suddenly deformed, and each nail was like a blood-stained knife.

She threw away the syringe she was holding, and pursued Han Fei.

"The original jumper seemed unable to leave room 1244 through the door, but now he has left; the divorced mother never went out to look for the child at her own house, and now she also came out; in the end, it was the syringe girl, who kept holding the syringe. The women who were bound by the painful torture have now lost their syringes. All of them have changed. It seems that the butterfly's certain limitation on the three memories has been broken by me."

Han Fei's original intention was good, but the problem is that the number of "people" chasing him has increased again, and the red skirt must not be able to withstand so many "people".

"You have to ask the female anchor for help! Let the red skirt be complete first!"

Han Fei immediately started implementing the decision. He ran across the corridor and entered the corridor on the other side.

In the dead building game, Han Fei deliberately pieced together the three memories of the jumper. The memories of the jumper will not attack each other, but they will not merge.

If you want them to become a whole, you need a certain condition.

Han Fei initially thought that this particular condition was a little girl, but now he realizes that it doesn't seem to be the case.

Just sprinting to the 22nd floor, and then going downstairs at full speed, Han Fei's exercise in healing games has already surpassed most other types of games on the market.

All the way down, all the places Han Fei passed were covered with blood-red child handprints. He was like a harbinger of natural disasters and a striker of disasters.

The owner in the building can now distinguish Han Fei's footsteps. He doesn't need to hide it. As long as he hears his arrival, most of the grievances will stay in the room honestly and dare not go out easily.

"The last room."

With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei came to the eighth floor holding his two children, and he shouted the name of the female anchor.

As soon as the door opened, Han Fei put his shoes in the middle of the door.

"Is there something?" The female anchor yelled as soon as she saw Han Fei going crazy.

"Aren't you curious about the woman who died in 1044? I will take you to see her!"

"I am more interested in all things and phenomena that involve supernatural beings."

"Have you not gone out since last night until now?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, follow me! Let you live your addiction today!" Han Fei had heard the voice behind him, and he ran downstairs holding the two children.

The female anchor has a sunny and cheerful personality. She retains all the beauty, but after a few steps with Han Fei, the makeup on her face is scared.

The Xiaoguishan all over the corridor whispered into the tsunami, except for the color of blood, it was the color of blood.

The female anchor is too late to regret it now. The hordes of ghosts are behind, and it is impossible to go home. It is estimated that she will be overwhelmed by the kid when the door is opened. Yes, she will be overwhelmed directly by the ghost.

The upstairs is in a mess, like a violent wind passing through the border, and the downstairs is also a mess.

After a whole night of restoration, the red skirt became intact. She was able to recover so quickly because Han Fei was not afraid of life and death. He ran to the top floor at the most dangerous time, put her together, and created it for her. There was a chance to leave.

Now she woke up from the wooden box, and the moment she opened her eyes, she saw the hideous jumper.

The red skirt entangled with resentment, no matter how good the temper is, I can't bear it.

The fighting between the two sides was more intense than before, and the grievances that formed the red dress turned into fine bloodshots, and each bloodshot contained unresolvable resentment and pain.

The jumper is eager to find the little girl. She is also doing her best, wishing to pour the death curse all over her body into the red dress.

The red skirt becomes stronger every time it is torn apart, but the problem is that she is incomplete like the jumper. The resentful red skirt is like a powerful weapon, but it lacks the key. Components.

Blood color bloomed, and under the red dress, a woman with pale skin like snow appeared in the corridor.

There is no expression on her face, her skin is fair and flawless, but there are countless hideous scars hidden under her skin!

The gossip and malicious curse couldn't hurt her external sex, but it seemed like a sharp arrow directly pierced into the internal organs, piercing the skin and piercing the heart with blood.

The powerful death curse is embedded in the red dress. Every time a black text is received, the woman's body will be seriously injured.

The red dress can be healed again after it is torn, but the woman's body does not, all the wounds are silted in her body, everything is like it was fourteen years ago.

Faced with the rumors of the whole world, she could no longer hide under the red dress, she could only face it alone.

But now she is not complete. Her body is missing the most important and critical part for her. She is just suffering from the pain and struggling in the dark.

A long time ago, she should have another self, but that self seemed to have been lost.

In order to ensure that there will be no accidents, the dead building manager will separate all the ghosts that may pose a threat to him. All it needs is obedient tools.

And now Han Fei is doing the opposite. He wants to reassemble the tools that the manager has split into a complete person.

"Quick! Now there is only one way to keep the two of us alive!" Han Fei, who was about to rush to the battle between the jumper and the red skirt, looked at the female anchor who looked like no other lady, and the other party was almost vomiting bile. Out.

"What way!"

"I'll go to lead the jumper first, you look for a chance to get close to the woman in the red dress! If it doesn't work, you just think of a way to put on that red dress!"

"Go wear it now?" The female anchor never thought that Han Fei would say such a way. She is very interested in the red skirt, but she won't be so interested in grabbing clothes from the dead.

"Trust me, as long as you put it on, you will understand a lot of things immediately! The dress itself is yours!"

Run out of the corridor. After the female anchor saw the woman in the red dress, her heart trembled, as if there was an invisible thread quietly connecting her and the red dress. There seemed to be something between the two. Kind of special connection.

"Don't hesitate! You are her! She is you!"

After Han Fei said this, he hugged the little girl and rushed to the jumper: "Your humanity is here! Your most precious thing is in my hands!"

In order to buy time for the female anchor, only the thirteenth level Han Fei began to provoke the ghost who failed to break through the hate.

Such feats are placed on other players, even if they are shot to death, they can be said to die without regret.

The jumping ghost was already chasing Han Fei. She didn't expect that Han Fei would dare to come back after a lap, and decisively gave up the red skirt.

The broken red dress is covered with death curses~IndoMTL.com~ The black text is like a poisonous insect that can't be removed, biting the gorgeous pattern on the red dress.

Under the flawless skin, the soul is already full of scars. The woman in the red dress is holding her heart. She can feel the pain, which is more painful than the physical pain, as if she has been crushed. , Torn countless times.

"You...must be very tired, in fact, you have done well." The woman in the red dress looked behind her, and the female anchor stood a few steps away.

"Painful, uncomfortable, and heartbroken, I can’t wait to die. But you still have things you can’t let go of, the love of dad and mom, you haven’t given them a good thank you, you haven’t thanked them well yet. They apologize." The female anchor looked at the woman in the red dress and at the face that was distorted in pain, she burst into tears: "It shouldn't be like this..."

The cold heart beats in the red dress. The female anchor looked at the dense scars under the thin layer of skin, and she involuntarily raised her hands.

"It's not our choice, right?"

Slowly approaching, the female anchor finally hugged the woman in the red dress and hugged herself.