My Iyashikei Game

The old ghost stayed at the gap in the gray fog, he looked at the world outside the gray fog, and then slowly turned around.

There was no trace of turbidity in the red eyes, killing intent and hatred were intertwined in his pupils, and the old ghost had already told the evil soul his choice with practical actions.

Sections of the spine began to rise, and the faces of all descendants were stained with hatred. They used blood as a fetter to make hatred resonate!

The old ghost's body swelled again, and the endless killing intent in his heart was already boiling, and he strode back to the dead building.

Losing the support of hatred, the gray fog healed faster. When the gap in the fog was about to close again, a blood-red knife pierced the fog full of death intent!

The bright red lips slowly opened, and a woman's voice appeared in the fog: "His laughter came from here, I can be sure that it was his voice."

The blood-stained coat was attached to the clothes, and every step she took was a thrilling beauty, a morbid beauty, and a crazy beauty.

One hand supported the gap in the mist, and a faint cry sounded. The child holding the spiritual altar followed behind the woman. There were tears on his face, and he was stabbed with desperate needles.

"Listen to the laughter, it's really him." Two figures, one tall and one short, exuded a strong ominous aura. After entering the gray fog, the tall one directly swallowed the short one into his stomach: "Lead the singing to death. Lou, and then take advantage of the singing to attract the fog, break through the weakest point of the fog, then laugh wildly, and tell us his position, he should be the only one who can do this. But how did he know that we would come his?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry in! The store manager's laughter is different from before, and he should also be in trouble." The man in the uniform of the convenience store walked quickly towards the dead building, his only remaining eye emitting a dangerous light.

The blood was coming, and the black eyes opened in the mist. Next to the one-eyed man was a young and very young girl. She closed her eyes tightly and held a screaming girl puppet in her hand.

One after another figure entered the dead building from the gray fog gap. At the last moment of the gray fog healing, the figure behind everyone raised his head.

He was wearing a hat and a very ordinary windbreaker. He looked weak and seemed incapable of any ability, but the people around him did not dare to get too close to him.

There was a story in the happy community that eight people died in a certain room, and their bodies were joined together. Because of their grievance and strength, the manager was forced to hide their bodies in the building separately. different places.

The death intent in the gray fog pierced the skin, and the weak figure looked at the dead building and silently took off his hat.

There is a very popular face hidden under the brim of the hat. His appearance is as ordinary as his name. This person is called Wei Youfu.

"Han Fei, we're here to pick you up."

The group did not have any nonsense. They walked in the shadows, tried their best to suppress their breath, and entered the dead building along the gap!

The purest death intent in the underground of the dead building was inspired by the evil soul. The endless death intent was entangled with the singing. More and more cracks began to appear on the outer skin of the building, and its recovery speed could no longer keep up with the speed of destruction.

"A residential building in the name of death, but like a living creature with life, it still knows how to recover by itself. It's disgusting!"

The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's hand and grabbed the wall directly, and blood began to ooze out from the deepest part of the wall, as if a person's skin was torn apart.

"The manager will be back at four forty-four, we still have enough time."

Standing in the corridor, countless tiny black blood vessels emerged from the old ghost's body, like the roots of a century-old tree, crawling into the various rooms along the cracks and cracks in the door.

Some of the roots were black before entering the room, but turned red after being pulled out, resentment and pain lingered on the fresh blood, and they all turned into food for the old ghost.

In order to prevent being targeted by the manager, the old ghost locked himself in the house and didn't step out of the door. He thought that he could survive in the dead building by doing this, but he didn't expect the manager to let him go from the very beginning.

The hatred buried in the bottom of my heart broke out completely, and almost no one in the building could stop the old ghost's footsteps!

Layer by layer, layer by layer blood wash!

As long as it is a ghost that is not hiding, it is food in the eyes of the evil spirit.

In order to save time, he stopped for a moment, but when he reached the corner of the third floor, the speed suddenly slowed down.

The evil spirit's grim face slowly turned, and glanced at the oiran and the woman locked on the back of the old ghost.

When the two of them were stared at by the evil spirit, they broke out in cold sweat, and the evil spirit controlled the old ghost to stop, and countless blood vessels like roots rushed to room 4034.

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"It's not very quiet tonight, it's better for the four of us to be careful."

"It's normal to make some noise on the night of returning to the soul once a year. As long as we control this soul chaser, there should be no other soul chasers coming tonight."

"Concentrate, it doesn't matter to us no matter how big the noise is outside."

There is a table in room 4034, and four gamblers are playing mahjong. The photos of the four of them are placed in the center of the living room, and the table is full of paper money.

"We trapped this soul chaser here, will something happen? We played a lot of wandering souls this year." The gambler sitting on the west side of the table played a west wind, and he looked at the trapped four A child behind the portrait of Zhang.

The child had his head lowered and was wearing a bear pajamas stained red with blood. He was like a broken puppet, completely without self-awareness.

"Don't say unlucky

In other words, every year is fine, how can this year be an exception? Other soul chasing people perceive that there is a soul chasing person in the house, and they will not come over again. This is the rule of the dead building. "The gambler sitting on the south said, and after he finished speaking, he also played a west wind.

"What do you mean by playing the west wind?" The gambler on the east side of the table also played a west wind, looking at the card table indifferently: "I heard that when four people play mahjong at night, if all four play the west wind, one of them will return to the west. Do you want to gamble?"

"I've already become a ghost, so what are you afraid of going to the west?" The gambler from the north touched the west wind, and when the other three were staring at him, he still did not play the west wind: "I won't play with you guys. This boring thing, a tube!"

When he put down the mahjong in his hand, the man suddenly found that his body seemed a little out of control. He seemed to feel something, and he raised his head suddenly, and the roof was densely covered with crisscrossing black blood vessels.

"Then, what is that?!"

The door was twisted and deformed. He hadn't heard anyone else's answer yet. His chest had been pierced by a hand, and the scarlet blood seemed to be burning on his body.

The mutilated body was thrown aside, the evil spirit wiped the blood from the palm of his hand, and his eyes full of evil swept towards the card table: "One barrel, three west winds, this card is telling you that we are going on the road together tonight!"

The palm of the hand pressed down, and the black blood vessels covering the ceiling were like a net woven by a blade, dragging the wall above the head and pressing it directly.

The screams sounded, and the evil spirit laughed unbridled, he overturned the four portraits on the offering table, and grabbed the soul chaser wearing bear pajamas with one hand.

"Hey, look, is this your child?"