My Iyashikei Game

302 Tenant's eyes full of resentment were closed by Han Fei, and her body was completely reduced to shreds of paper.

When she was in a hurry, Han Fei's mind suddenly sounded a system prompt: Player number 0000, please pay attention! Your clerk Yinglong is seriously injured! Please find him as soon as possible, otherwise the mission will fail.

Is there a time limit for this mission?

Han Fei originally wanted to search the room for a while, but after hearing the sound of the system, he didn't stop for too long, picked up the box of blades on the ground, and walked to the door of the room.

There was no one in the hallway, and the tenants seemed to have grown accustomed to the occasional weird noise in Room 302.

It's a little unusual to be quiet.

After the tenant of 302 died, something changed in the hotel.

Worrying about Yinglong's safety, Han Fei decided not to waste any more time. He found the key to Room 304 from the spiritual altar and came to the deepest part of the corridor.

The key was inserted into the lock hole, and the phone in room 304 rang the moment the door opened.

The jingling sound broke the dead silence of the hotel, and the whole building could hear it clearly.

Dodging into room 304, Han Fei picked up the phone next to the bedside table.

There was a faint gasp from the microphone, and after a few seconds, the other party said two words: Come on...

The voice on the phone was low and weak, and Han Fei could tell that it was Yinglong's voice: Where are you in the hotel?

Don't talk to me, don't answer, go! Yinglong seemed to be struggling with his last strength. After he said this, the sound of the wound being torn came from the phone.

The phone still didn't hang up, and Han Fei immediately understood after hearing the tearing sound of the wound that there were other people beside Yinglong at this time.

It was that person who held the phone, tortured Yinglong, and forced Yinglong to speak.

Taking the initiative to hang up the phone, Han Fei glanced at the red telephone line embedded in the wall, which was like a blood vessel in the human body.

Yinglong won't let me speak. It seems that as long as I communicate with people over the phone, I will be contaminated with something. Han Fei's reaction was too fast. He had been suspicious of the phone from the moment he entered the hotel. Coupled with Yinglong's warning, he has determined that there must be a problem with the phone in the hotel.

Picking up the blade, Han Fei wanted to cut the telephone line, but the thin red silk thread was much tougher than he thought, and the 302 tenant's blade couldn't cut it at all.

Cry, can you try to bite it open?

Han Fei was about to try another method when a crimson grimace poked into room 304. The man staggered into the room with a wine bottle in his hand.

After he approached Han Fei, he suddenly accelerated, blood oozing from his red skin, and his body began to twist and deform, like a muddy pool of flesh and blood.

Without Han Fei opening his mouth, Cry immediately attacked the drunk.

Crying is resentment, the drunk is just a cursed regret, it can't hurt crying at all, on the contrary, it has more and more wounds on its own body.

If things go on like this, it will be sooner or later that the drunk will be killed, but Han Fei has a vague feeling that something is not right.

The state of the drunk was just like the Yinglong who was controlled by the paper figurine at the beginning. He was confused, lost his consciousness, kept attacking, and wanted to exchange his injuries with crying.

When the drunken was about to lose his mind, the voice of the system sounded in Han Fei's mind again: Player number 0000, please pay attention! Your clerk Yinglong's self-consciousness is about to collapse! Please find him as soon as possible, otherwise the mission will fail

The system prompt sounded for the second time, and Han Fei narrowed his eyes as he looked at the drunken man who was in a hurry.

The first time the system reminded me that Yinglong was injured was when the 302 tenant was swallowed by the paper figurine, and the second time it reminded me that Yinglong's self-consciousness was about to collapse, when this drunk was about to be killed, twice in a row, it could not be coincide!

Glancing at the phone behind him, Han Fei had an idea in his mind.

Can the real owner of this hotel transfer damage?

Han Fei immediately stopped crying. He forcibly unplugged the telephone line from the phone. Blood flowed out of the interface, and there was something very similar to a human organ at the end of the phone line.

Never mind the tenants! Let's go to the first floor!

Han Fei's memory is very good. He clearly remembered that when he first entered the hotel, the shop owner was also calling, and the telephone line of the phone at the counter extended all the way to the ground.

If the telephone is the curse of the hotel, then its hiding place should be in the basement of the hotel!

After thinking about this, Han Fei rushed out of room 304 with the spirit altar and crying.

As they ran downstairs, all the phones in all the rooms of the hotel rang, the closed doors were opened, and the tenants in the room walked out of the room as if they were sleepwalking.

Leave them alone!

The sound of jingle bells tormented the eardrums continuously, and Han Fei rushed to the first floor in one breath. At this time, the shop owner wearing a raincoat was looking at him with a weird smile.

The wooden stairs creaked, cluttered footsteps sounded, and ghosts ran downstairs.

This guest, I'm very sorry, you can only check out at this time tomorrow. The store owner lifted the brim of the raincoat, and there was a clear crack on his skull: If you have to check out early, then we will only You can collect your rent in advance.

The hand hidden under the raincoat slowly stretched out, and the shop owner held an axe for chopping bones.

Seeing that the tenants upstairs were also running down, Han Fei had no more choices.

Choose: Li disaster!

Are you going to have dinner?

A gloomy black shadow appeared in the crack of the spiritual altar. A tall and thin man tore open his stomach, and there was another face hidden there.

Get your brother out! Quick! Smash this floor through!

The situation was even more critical than Han Fei expected, and the tall and thin man nodded: You'd better stand away.

He bent his body at an incredible angle and put his head directly into the mouth in his stomach!

This terrifying scene even compared the ghosts in the hotel. Han Fei didn't expect that the way the brothers merged would be so terrifying.

The mouth on the stomach bit off the head of the tall and thin man, his reason was swallowed up, and the rest was despair and madness.

The black shadow doubled, and Li Wei, who was covered in flesh, began to hammer the ground like a madman.

The three-story building was shaking gently, and Li Wei quickly smashed a big hole in the hollowed-out floor below.

Sawdust was flying, and a strong stench wafted from the ground. Han Fei covered his mouth and nose and looked into the cave. The scene in front of him made him feel a little scared after all the battles.

There is a corpse pit under the hotel!

One after another corpses were inlaid with each other, their bodies were randomly entangled with blood-red telephone wires, some of which even pierced their skin and were buried deep inside their bodies.

Yinglong?

The one-eyed clerk was bitten in the middle by corpses, and he used his body to protect the child and a female corpse in his arms.

The woman was approachable, with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face, but her body was penetrated by several telephone lines, which looked very scary.

At this time, Yinglong was almost at the limit, his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and the only remaining eyeball was full of pain.

Help……

Yinglong didn't expect to see Han Fei at this time. There was a trace of emotion in his turbid and desperate eyes that he couldn't understand himself. That rare emotion made him, who had reached the limit, burst into strength again.

The only movable arm grabbed the boy in his arms, and he threw the boy out of the corpse pit with the last of his strength!

Han Fei caught the child and hid next to him. Li Wei, who had lost his mind, jumped directly into the corpse pit. It frantically bit and pulled the corpse underground, but all the damage seemed to be transferred to Yinglong's body in the end.

The telephone line should be a bridge. The curse spreads the damage evenly. Only by attacking the cursed object can break the game!

Li Wei was out of control, crying and guarding all around, Han Fei could only rely on the paper man now.

Opening the inventory, Han Fei took the blood-red paper figurine in his hand.

Fresh blood was flowing, and he hoped that the paper figurine would get into the depths of the corpse pile, but the paper figurine just looked at him with a smile on his face.

The self-consciousness of this paper man has been destroyed, and it is just an empty shell at this time.

Recalling Xu Qin's original words, Han Fei's morbidly beautiful face appeared in his mind. When Xu Qin's face overlapped with that of the paper figurine, a strong smell of blood wafted out.

Go to the deepest part of the corpse pile! See what those corpses are protecting!

The bleeding paper figurine seemed to understand Han Fei's words. It staggered toward the corpse pit, and the smile on its face became more and more morbid and demonic.

This is the first time that Han Fei has tried to control the paper figurines in a real sense. During the manipulation, his brain seemed to be stabbed by a needle. The terrifying experience of the blood-colored paper figurines was madly impacting his memory, and both seemed to exist at any time. Possibly fused together.

Han Fei now finally understands the use of brain power. If it weren't for his high brain power at the beginning, he would not be able to control the paper figurines for a long time.

As soon as the blood-red paper figurines appeared, the atmosphere in the hotel immediately changed from before.

The smell of corpse was suppressed by the smell of blood, and the things in the corpse could not move. It could only watch the blood-colored paper figurines drill into the depths of the corpse along the gap of the corpse.