My Iyashikei Game

Han Fei has not yet met the conditions for quitting the game. No matter what happens in reality, he can't leave.

Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, he still decided to continue his exploration. If reality and the deep world could not be balanced, he would choose to stay in the deep world, because there were too many things that could not be given up.

"The items left by the dancers are placed in the safe house on the 50th floor, or let's take them out first." Mr. Mo held the radio that was about to shatter: "The dancer said that the items in the safe house were Maybe help us get out of the building."

"Do you know which floor it's on?"

"The radio can still be used once." Mr. Mo made up his mind: "I have a very bad feeling right now, my whole body seems to be soaked in an invisible sea, and a force is dragging my body. It keeps me sinking. So I wanted to do the last thing the dancer gave me while I was still awake."

Mr. Mo was also affected by the unspeakable. Everyone didn't see it at all, but only set foot on the upper fifty floors where it was located, and was crushed on the spiritual level. This is the true strength of the unspeakable.

"Alright." Due to the pressure of being unspeakable, everyone was ready to determine the location of the dancer's room first.

Han Fei found an empty room and let Da Xie guard the door while the rest guard the passage.

The radio that was about to be shattered was placed in front of Da Xie, Mr. Mo took off his coat* and put it under the radio, and the black flame instantly burned: "It's now, let it inject soul poison and obsession!"

There were screams on the radio, and the edges began to crumble.

The soul poison fell, and the screams in the radio became louder and louder. When the radio casing was completely shattered, everyone saw a cursed ear and half a disfigured face.

It was still bleeding, as if it had just been cut.

"This is what that radio really looks like? The dancer is holding his severed ear every day? What is he listening to?"

"That was a gift from his best friend! Quickly ask the location of the safe house!" Mr. Mo's body was burning with his clothes, and he himself seemed to be a book full of dead words.

"We have reached the upper fiftieth floor. Where is the room you once lived in?" Han Fei shouted into the ear.

The disfigured half of the human face trembled in the black fire and soul poison, and the voice of a dancer came from the torn mouth.

"I live on the 80th floor, and the first safe house is on the 50th floor. It was the taboo on that floor that helped me. Don't disturb anyone, and secretly find a grave room full of tombstones! Remember! Be careful! Mirrors! The mirrors in the building are not clean!"

The dancer wanted to convey more information, but the half of the human face seemed to have suddenly seen something very terrifying. It actively melted in the black fire and turned into a corpse.

"The dancer can escape from the skyscraper because there is a taboo to help secretly. I am a little curious about the identity of the other party."

"Don't be curious about others, let's take care of ourselves." The fearful boy next to Ji Zheng seemed to be out of control again. Ji Zheng hugged his head, but it didn't work. There was something invisible to the naked eye that was constantly stimulating with the child. . .

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