Chapter 839 The monsters are here
Screams sounded in the withdrawal ward. The patient wearing a melon cap did not cry out in pain, but was worried that his operation was deformed and he could not press the calculator quickly. number.
He is a real patient, chaotic, withdrawn, arbitrary, isolated from society, but cherished by ghosts in the great disaster.
"As expected of the sacrifice chosen by the dean, his blood seems to be able to blend into the negative emotions of Heilou."
The blood mist drifts away, like a stream flowing to a river, on the wall It was stained with bloody veins, and Han Fei saw that there was a cobweb-like aura of hatred in the black building. Those twisted and perverted emotions were intertwined inside the building, making it impossible to escape.
"Is this why hatred controls the Black Building?"
The old man was unwilling to leave, and Han Fei did not force him. He picked up the little bell with a silent personality and ran wildly following the trajectory of the blood mist. When the fog became too dark to see, he continued to bleed.
“Only when the patient’s blood is used as a living sacrifice, can the original appearance of the building be seen. These buildings occupied by hatred have been embedded with the deep world.”
From From the outside, it looks like the annex building only has seven floors, but in fact there are countless long corridors in the middle of the floors. They extend into the boundless darkness, and it is unknown where they will lead.
Han Fei has no intention of investigating now. The dean's sacrifice was bled by him in advance. All the ghosts and patients in the auxiliary building were alarmed. Doors hidden behind the darkness were opened. Various All kinds of patients come out of it.
Based on each patient's condition, the director designed the most terrifying growth direction for them, treating their personalities as the bricks of the Black Building, and fully integrating them into the Third Mental Hospital.
The black mist of greed swept across. Fortunately, Han Fei took out the butcher knife of the dead. With this sharp blade to open the way, he caught many ghosts by surprise.
In the dark tower, no ghosts can stop his blade.
Seeing that the ghost he was afraid of was killed, the corners of Xiao Lingdang's mouth, which had been silent, moved slightly. His life was like a nightmare that he would never wake up from, but now there was a thing in that nightmare. A knight with a butcher's knife.
"How long has it been since the disaster? How many people have died in this dark building? Why do you feel like the ghosts will never be killed?" Han Fei entered the auxiliary building, but he already felt very strenuous.
Gritting his teeth, Han Fei began to fight desperately. He used the ability of the spirit spirit to continuously accelerate himself.
Unlike Han Fei, who was fighting to the death, the ghosts and monsters in the abyss of greed were like Chinese New Year. The black mist pulled all the patients and wronged souls injured by Han Fei into the abyss, letting the ghosts and monsters belonging to Han Fei Devour like crazy.
In order to leave before the hatred could react, Han Fei had no choice but to call out the criminal husband. This large-scale resentment opened the last way for Han Fei to survive, and also completely awakened the hatred in the main building.
"Throw away the sacrifice! Don't look back!"
The scream of the widow echoed in his ears. Han Fei had already rushed to the end of the blood line. He smashed the window in front of him, Jump down from a high place.
Glass shards all over the sky scratched his skin and split the night. Han Fei seemed to have broken the mirror or swam out of deep water.
The bloody paper man held up Han Fei's body. He turned around and forced the mad criminal back, and sprinted away from the mental hospital as fast as he could.
The temperature never returned to normal, and the cold feeling lingered in his heart. Han Fei ran for hundreds of meters before he dared to check the situation behind him.
The mental hospital, which was originally silent, is now crowded with people. There are figures standing behind the dark windows. The doors of all the wards in the main building are shaking, as if a large number of patients are hammering the wards, trying to get out.
"We can't kill all these ghosts, there are too many! How could the world be like this?" Seeing this scene, Han Fei had no idea how people were going to change this city, which was just a black building It is enough to kill all the living people in the school stronghold.
After running a few hundred meters outside in one breath, Han Fei waited for his body temperature to return to normal, then found an abandoned house and hid in it.
"The mental pollution index has risen too fast, and the healing personality cannot completely offset it." Han Fei took a small bottle and sat next to the bloody paper man and the mourning girl. When he ran away just now, the paper man was carrying The widowed daughter: "How did ghost blood come about? Why do some ghosts not have ghost blood and resentment?"
Han Fei looked confused... and pursed his lips.
"Everyone has a different definition of ghost blood. In my opinion, ghost blood is the purest obsession of ghosts, the only pure memory left in the ghost's turbid and filthy soul." One thing to remember about widowhood There was no feeling of blood or tears, and her voice seemed cold and inhumane.
Han Fei nodded while holding the small bottle, looked at each other for a while, and then returned to his original position with a little embarrassment.
"Attention players numbered 0000! The evil ghost imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed, the disease core, has successfully transformed into a medium-sized resentment!"
"New special ability-Psychological pollution: can create a source of mental pollution, All sources of infection and contamination Destroyed the will of a group of living people it came into contact with."
After eating a large number of patients, the disease successfully broke through. Its growth rate was far faster than Han Fei expected. This world seemed to have very few restrictions on ghosts. , it is very easy for ghosts and monsters under hatred to break through. Devouring other ghosts, making sacrifices, and merging with the same kind can quickly strengthen it.
"When I fill the abyss of greed with large-scale resentment, I should be equivalent to a black building, right?" Han Fei simply bandaged the melon skin hat and left him alone. Dedicate yourself to clearing away the mental pollution in your mind with the help of healing personality.
In this future where the deep world and reality merge, Han Fei feels like a fish in water. He seems to be born to deal with this worst future.
In a stable and peaceful era, Han Fei could only become an actor, but in such an era of collapse and chaos, his ambition could be infinitely expanded until he could look at the level of the gods.
The mental pollution index gradually decreased, and Han Fei's mood became slightly better. He looked around.
The bloody paper man was eating away at the curse on the widowed girl. Little Bell sat alone on the ground, silent, and the patient wearing a melon-skin hat also became silent for a rare moment.
"It finally subsided." Han Fei patted the patient's shoulder, but who knew that the patient fell down immediately. He seemed to have fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
"It's broken!" Han Fei quickly picked him up and said, "You can't die! I'll need your blood to guide the way into the Black Building next time. If you die, the blood will not be fresh!"
After finding a small car, Han Fei sent the male patient and the bell to the Yin Shang.
Ankang Pharmacy has various medicines that can treat their injuries. More importantly, Han Fei knows that the school is connected to the Black Building and it is too dangerous to take the patients back.
Using the soul of a wicked man as a bargaining chip, Yin Shang promised to take care of the male patient and Xiao Lingdang temporarily. In fact, Yin Shang also coveted these two patients with special personalities. They were both high-quality sacrifices.
After handling all the matters, Han Fei, with the active cooperation of his widowed daughter, also brought her into the Abyss of Greed and took her back to the school base.
After a busy night, Han Fei was extremely tired. He quietly sneaked into the cafeteria and ate meat like crazy. For him, eating meat is a kind of spiritual and physical relaxation.
"It's the third day..."
There was light in the sky, and Han Fei walked out of the staff dormitory as if his condition had worsened.
He was holding on to the wall and coughing violently from time to time, as if his body was about to fall apart.
Noisy sounds came from the main entrance of the school, and people gathered again, their eyes dominated by anger and fear.
People died again last night, and there were still a lot of them!
These residents don't know who the murderer is, and they can only vent their stress on the school because they gave everything to the school, but the school failed to fulfill its promise.
The rumors among the crowd about the principal are becoming more and more outrageous, and the fragile trust between the residents of the stronghold and the school has been completely destroyed.
"The principal has lost the support of the people, and the school's status has been shaken. No one will trust the teachers and principal anymore." Han Fei silently watched the angry people: "Everyone thinks there is something wrong with the principal. If at this time The principal was killed, so many things can be framed on him. "
Many people in the stronghold management know the connection between the principal and the Black Building, and they also know the truth about the assessment, but they have always been for their own benefit. The interests are not broken.
The ones being killed now are all the management. Only after these decision-makers were dominated by fear did they begin to consider whether the principal was a suitable candidate.
A large number of ordinary people in the stronghold still don't know the truth. They want to replace a leader who can give everyone hope and even take back those buildings.
The management wants to find another puppet who can make deals with the Black House and ensure their own safety.
The two sides reached an agreement very subtly, so there was a quarrel at the school gate. This was a demonstration and a test.
"The principal should soon find out who the murderer is, but tonight is the assessment, and he will definitely not kill those 'excellent' sacrifices prepared for the ghosts."
The principal. They probably want to wait until after the assessment before settling the matter, but those children should choose to settle things before the assessment. Today is the first hurdle that Han Fei and the thirty children have to pass after entering the shrine memory world.
Entering the teaching building, when Han Fei opened the door to Class 7, everyone was already seated.
When he saw that no one was missing, he breathed a long sigh of relief. This small detail was noticed by the monitor and No. 2.
"Teacher, are you worried about us?" Squad Leader No. 5 helped the "weak" Han Fei to the chair.
"No matter what, you are all my students, and I will do my best to protect you." Han Fei was interrupted by a sneer before he could speak. He looked under the podium, where No. 4 was lying on the table. On the table, death boiled in his eyes, showing signs of being unable to suppress it: "Is what I said ridiculous?"
"Gao Cheng, who unexpectedly regained his eyesight when the disaster occurred, was later imprisoned in Xinhu on suspicion of murder. Prison, waiting for disaster After the tragedy broke out, he sacrificed all the prisoners in the prison; later, in order to avoid the ghosts, he sacrificed the survivors of an entire building alive. He was a despicable, crazy and terrifying bastard with a twisted personality. Information: "Teacher, please stop wearing a mask. I can see the terrifying death intention on your body. The people you have killed are all lying on your soul, and they have not gone far."
"If you can really see it, it should be clear that everyone killed by me has a damn reason." Han Fei found that No. 4 was injured and his mental state was a bit unstable, so he decided to help the child: " You seemed to have overused your personality last night?”
“I stayed in the dormitory last night and didn’t go anywhere.” No. 4 didn’t answer the call at all.
"The assessment is about to begin. We'd better be more honest. Since you kid doesn't want to open up, then I'll take the initiative to get into your heart." Han Fei walked off the podium and spoke in front of The whole class held No. 4's hand in front of them: "I am both a teacher and a doctor. These two noble professions are the interpretation of my life."
"I think you are more like a monster! "No. 4 wanted to withdraw his hand, but Han Fei had already used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.
“Haven’t you noticed that one of your former partners is missing? How could a complete team not have the power to heal?”
Compared with healing others, Han Fei is better at forcibly opening patients' hearts.
The soul of No. 4 stands on countless tombstones, integrated with the will of death. The world in his eyes is just like his personality, fragmented, dirty and ugly, and full of self-destructive tendencies.
"How could you forget him?"
Starlight and Hope fell into the cemetery occupied by death. Han Fei did not want to change No. 4. He just manipulated the healing personality and used The gentlest power repaired the wounds on No. 4's soul.
At first No. 4 was still resisting fiercely, but slowly, No. 4, who was originally the most hostile to Han Fei, looked at him differently.
From shock to confusion and finally silence.
All this was seen by No. 2. He buttoned the last button of his collar and finally showed a smile on his face: "Now we are all here." (End of Chapter)< br>