My Healing Game

The dance of the old man ended in the darkness, and the souls of the whole house returned to the mirror again.

With his hands down, the old man seems to be dancing with his life, as if a leaf is slowly falling on the root, and every dance is a lifetime.

The hollowed-out eyes stared at the mirror, the special aura on the old man's body slowly disappeared, his back was still hunched, his white hair was scattered, and the wrinkles on his skin became more obvious.

"Master, can I try it on the stage?" Han Fei can't dance, but he has a strong memory and absolute control over his body. He has written down every movement of the old man and can completely "rubber" down.

"You can do it at any time. Even if you didn't join the club in the end, you can still come and dance in the future." The old man seemed to have recovered from it now, turned around, and replied to the place where Han Fei made the sound.

"Okay." Han Fei was also welcome. He wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible, and then wait for his blood to recover before exploring here.

Putting away the sword of rebirth, Han Fei stood in the center of the stage.

He is an actor who is familiar with all kinds of stages. He used to perform silently on the stage without audience to show his life.

His hands were like ripples on the lake, slowly stretching toward both sides. Han Fei combined the softness and masculinity of the human body. He concentrated on recalling every movement of the old man and tried his best to achieve the highest standard.

In the beginning, Han Fei was just for the task, but he was jumping and jumping, but he felt that those movements seemed to be calling him, as if the water was rushing, and there was no need to deliberately modify it, and it flowed naturally on the ground.

"This is the dance of the deep world"

The ghost pattern on Han Fei's body was triggered, as if it was some kind of totem engraved on his body. He no longer tried to do every action well, but began to appreciate the power inherent in these actions.

As Han Fei had guessed before, the old man was not dancing an ordinary dance, it should be some kind of ritual dance.

When Han Fei jumped halfway, light gray shadows appeared on the mirrors around him, and the faces that were looming, quietly protruded out of the mirror.

The temperature in the room began to drop, and Han Fei, who was fully involved in the dance, did not pay attention to this.

As the dance progressed, Han Fei began to hear people's whispers, and the scene in front of him also noticed a change.

Those who looked at ordinary mirrors showed scenes of **** cruelty, death, killing, despair, all the horrors revolved around a shrine, and that shrine was also different from all the shrines Han Fei had seen before.

It is entirely made of corpses, the base is the arms of a living person, and the gate of God is the cut open chest.

When Han Fei wanted to look into the gate of God, his eyes seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and a tingling sensation came.

The movement was a little slow, but in order to complete the task, Han Fei endured the pain and continued to jump down.

The whispers in his ears slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him returned to normal. The mirrors were still those mirrors, and there was no shrine in the mirrors, only Han Fei and the old man whose eyes had been gouged out.

Han Fei struggled to finish the last dance, and then sat down on the stage. His back was soaked, and his cheeks were covered in cold sweat. He seemed to have passed death just now.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully completed the dance, obtained the primary dance ability, and obtained the E-level special dance one by one sinner."

"Elementary dance: You can improve this ability by dancing with your heart. Using skill points to improve it can only be upgraded to advanced specialization."

"Sinner: You are a sinner dancing in shackles. You dance wildly on a stage without an audience to pay homage to the souls of those who were killed by you."

"Attention! This dance has a chance to attract dead souls, and has a chance to temporarily increase the physical, mental and mental thresholds. It can only be triggered once every 24 hours."

The system prompt sounded, and Han Fei felt that his efforts were worth it.

"You dance well, you are very talented." The old man stared at Han Fei with dark eyes, a satisfied look on his face.

"You can't see it, how do you know I'm dancing well?"

"Your dance has touched a lot of souls, and I can hear their voices. A good dance is not just about gorgeous movements and difficult skills." The old man silently stretched out a few fingers: "Feel and fuse with the soul, and use the body to connect with each other. World communication, this is my understanding of dance."

"Teacher, can I learn to dance with you?" Han Fei was very curious about the identity of the old man, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask directly. When the relationship is close, everything will be easy to say.

"You want to learn from me." The old man hesitated: "My dance will lead to bad luck, are you sure?"

"Sure." Han Fei answered with certainty.

"Then I can't teach you either." The old man, who had always been reticent, seemed to be in a better mood after meeting Han Fei: "You can try to discover other hobbies, I can feel it, your real interest is not dancing. "

One old man and one young man walked out of the dance studio, and Han Fei returned to the "Calligraphy Practice Center". He entered the room full of dead characters.

"This is where the other members like to stay, but unfortunately they haven't come back for a long time, and they don't know where they went." The old man stood outside with a black umbrella, and he didn't enter the house.

Han Fei, who only wanted to complete the task, looked at the house full of dead words, and he needed to find the most special word among them.

There was no time limit anyway, Han Fei simply sat in the room and read every word.

At first, Han Fei didn't feel anything, but the more he looked at him, the more uneasy he felt.

I always stare at a word, and if I read it for a long time, that word will feel unfamiliar.

Han Fei spent half an hour in a room full of dead characters. He already didn't know the characters.

In his eyes, the dead characters seemed to be slowly changing their shape, as if they were moving by themselves.

"Calligraphy is an art that reflects life. The author's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys are immersed in the words. Every dead word is like a **** knife. Every word feels like a life to me."

Han Fei doesn't know how to appreciate calligraphy, but he has rich experience in dealing with ghosts and ghosts. When the words were gradually deformed, he immediately took out the butcher's knife.

The blade of humanity lit up, and Han Fei took the butcher's knife and began to copy the words of death.

It lays a piece of white paper directly on the original character, and rewrites it with the rebirth knife.

This blade of human nature can clearly perceive killing. Most of the dead words contain hate and killing intent. After all, the word itself has the meaning of death and destruction.

A full hour passed, and when Han Fei was about to use the butcher knife to write a letter of death in the corner behind the door, the light on the knife suddenly disappeared.

"I don't want to destroy that word in my life."

There is also a dead word written in the most inconspicuous place in the house, but this dead word seems to be different from the other words, and there is no hostility in it.

Just when Han Fei discovered the difference in this word, the other dead words in the house all turned into dead faces. They kept their dying appearances and stared at Han Fei coldly, as if preparing to put Han Fei. Fei's face was also torn off and left here.

Dare not to hesitate, Han Fei wanted to gouge out that special dead character with the knife of death, but that dead character slowly turned into a child's soul.

"His name is Puppy. It's a child picked up by a member here. He's very timid and a little stupid. Don't hurt him." The old man seemed to remember something and shouted to Han Fei in the room.

Han Fei also stopped the movements in his hands, the dead faces stared at him closely, as long as he didn't hurt the puppy, the dead people didn't seem to hurt him either.

"Player number 0000, please note that you have successfully found the most special character, acquired the primary calligraphy ability, and obtained the writing method of dead characters."

"Calligraphy: one of the basic hobbies, it doesn't fit you very well."

"Writing in dead characters: Writing divine scripts with special fonts will trigger unexpected effects."

Han Fei listened to the system's prompts. It seems that the interests and hobbies of the deep world can change a lot of things. If they are used well, their effects should not be much worse than hidden occupations.

"It seems that I want to be a person with a wide range of interests and hobbies."

Han Fei has completed the two requirements of this ordinary E-level mission. He walked under the old man's black umbrella, and the two came to the "garden" together.

Compared with the other two scenes, it is more cruel and intuitive here, each flower is a person.

"The task requires me to pick the next flower and make sure it doesn't wither immediately."

Walking into the "garden", the strange feeling is indescribable. The land is full of corpses, and the broken heads are neatly arranged like this.

"Which of you are willing to leave with me?" Han Fei used the ability of Yan Ling, he was talking to the plant."

The flowers of the soul shivered, they woke up in their bodies and looked at Han Fei quietly.

Han Fei doesn't know how the flowers made by living people bloom, and he doesn't want to know. If he can, he wants to take all these "flowers" away.

Black raindrops fell in the flower field, and the dark rain poured into their souls. They struggled to climb out of the broken skull, but the black rain seemed to be black threads, sewing them and the corpse together.

The only way to regain freedom seems to be "blooming", the soul bursting open, the only way to break free from bondage.

Picking up the shovel next to him, Han Fei was about to dig out the corpse, but those souls showed a very frightened expression.

Hearing the noise in the courtyard, the old man also opened his mouth to dissuade him: "After you cut off the root of the flower, it will never bloom again."

"I just want to try soilless cultivation, which is very popular now." Han Fei dug up the ground, and he saw the dense blood vessels in the ground~www.wuxiaspot.com~ All the blood vessels of the corpses grew together, and dragged out a A corpse, and several corpses around it will be implicated.

"You must not destroy this place. If the gardener sees it, she will be very angry." The old man touched the iron door and urged Han Fei to leave.

"Is the gardener also a member here?"

"Yes, just listening to the voice, she is a very petite and kind old lady, but all the people in the club who made her angry seem to have never made a sound again." The old man reminded kindly.

"No more sound..." Han Fei looked at the flower field. Those who provoked the gardener were probably all in the soil.

Reason tells him that he should be careful, but the task is just the last step.

Han Fei put the shovel back in place and combed the blood vessels on the corpse with his hands. He wanted to try to dig out a corpse and take it away, if he could save one of them.

But before he could dig deeper, the old man who had been persuading Han Fei suddenly stopped talking, and Han Fei also felt the chill behind him.

He turned around and glanced at it, and at some point at the entrance of the back alley, a huge figure appeared. More than three meters tall, with a sturdy and burly body, she was dragging the corpse of a monster with her left hand, holding the monster's head with her five fingers, as if she was pinching a toy; her right hand was deformed and expanded, and it was covered with the curse of the dead.

"What are you doing?" The voice that was very out of shape came from the gardener's mouth. It sounded like an old lady with a bad temper from the neighbor's house.

Han Fei stroked the blood vessels and did not dare to move, while the old man with his eyes dug out silently walked aside with an umbrella, as if he was looking for someone.

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