My Iyashikei Game

On top of the building piled up with corpses, just before all the dead souls went crazy, Han Fei and countless others stretched out their hands to the mirror.

People who insist on this world are not alone. They will wait for people with the same philosophy to support each other, redeem each other, hold each other's torches, and walk unswervingly towards the end of the night.

The dazzling blade flashed in countless pairs of eyes that had turned into corpses, illuminating their nightmares.

When this light was weak, all the corpse-transformed souls were extremely angry. They were used to the darkness and could not tolerate this light. They felt that it was the real guilt.

But as more and more human nature is injected into the knife light, those corpses embedded in the walls and hidden in the shadows dare not move rashly, because the light can no longer be easily blocked.

"Fu Sheng!"

Han Fei is a cold and rational person, but sometimes he is more naive than most people in the world. For example, now, he would rather risk being crushed by countless evil thoughts than stand on the corpse cave to rescue the real one. Fu Sheng.

The light pierced the mirror, and the smiling faces that formed the mirror did not stop it. The blade easily fell into the mirror, bringing hope to Fu Sheng, who was deeply trapped behind the mirror.

From Fu Sheng's point of view, his surroundings were originally pitch black, and no light or sound could come in, but now everything is different.

A familiar voice came from the mobile phone that never left, and a ray of light came in from the eternal darkness.

Reaching out his hand subconsciously, Fu Sheng caught the ray of light.

Warm, down-to-earth, and generous, he didn't know how to describe the feeling that light brought him.

The mirror was attacked, all the corpses accelerated, and the patients and doctors all turned into monsters. They broke free from the shackles of death and rushed towards Han Fei with full of anger and resentment.

The rotten arms grabbed Han Fei's body, and the crunching sound from the dislocation of the bones and the roar of the corpse turned into a monster were transmitted to the young man's ears through the mobile phone. He could not see what was going on outside the mirror, he could only see The light in front of him still stayed in place, no matter how terrifying and difficult things happened, it did not disappear.

"are you OK?"

"Fortunately, I will find a way to bring you out."

"Actually, I'm fine here alone, don't worry."

"Like you, I have come step by step. If there is one person in this world who can understand you, it must be me, so you can rely on me without any reservations."

The breath of the curse emanated from the body, and the carrion bit Han Fei's body, leaving a row of festering wounds on Han Fei's shoulder. Get up.

The young man in the mirror could hear the voices outside, he hesitated, and looked back at the darkness behind him.

"Being part of this light may be a better choice than being imprisoned forever in the dark."

Han Fei outside the mirror was still trying to figure out how to break the mirror, but the young man in the mirror took the initiative to walk towards the blade, and he let the light penetrate his chest!

With his hands on the mirror, the young man looked at the darkness in front of him. He knew that the person he was waiting for was right in front of him, in the future that he could not see.

Han Fei, who held the knife in both hands, didn't expect the young man to do such a thing. He wanted to make Fu Sheng a ghost pattern, but it was for Fu Sheng's memory fragment that killed him ninety-nine times, not the one in front of him. A child redeemed by his own hands.

"I haven't said a good thank you to you all this time. I don't want to cause you any more trouble."

The remnant soul of the young man was melting. He grabbed the hands that saved him, but he couldn't find a way to leave the darkness, so he chose to stand with those people.

If you can't illuminate others, then make a bundle of dry wood and become part of the fire.

Han Fei slapped the mirror, and when he wanted to take back the death knife, it was too late.

Fu Sheng's remnant soul's heart was pierced by the death knife, and he integrated the good things left in his memory into the death sword.

"My past was a piece of despair. These beautiful memories appeared because of you. Now I want to give them back to you. I hope you don't reject my kindness. This is the only thing I can do for you."

Redemption is mutual, and Fu Sheng's remnant soul can't get out of the mirror, so he thought of this method.

When Han Fei pulled the knife out, the mirror made up of the beautiful memories of human nature washed away ripples, and the calm water became choppy.

The memories that bring people to be remembered are both plain and beautiful, and some are enthusiastic. When they are touched, they will burst out with incomprehensible power.

The right path is always difficult to follow, but even so, there are countless ordinary people running in that direction.

The integration of Fu Sheng's remnant soul made the light on the butcher's knife even more dazzling, and the memories that guarded him all the time on the mirror also rushed towards him with him.

Han Fei grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled out the knife of rebirth little by little. Cracks appeared on the entire mirror. Those smiling faces seemed to be attracted by something, and followed Fu Sheng with the last kindness and persistence. Enter the butcher's knife together.

"Bang!"

The mirror burst, and the rebirth knife in Han Fei's hand became different from before, and something vaguely emerged on the handle of the knife.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei never expected that Fu Sheng's remnant soul imprisoned in the mirror would enter the knife of rebirth. The child was also a kind and gentle person at first, and he was the only one in the whole city who silently took care of the lonely ghost.

Looking at the blade, Han Fei's eyes were so complicated for the first time since he entered the memory world of the shrine.

In another memory shrine of Fu Sheng, he changed Fu Sheng's fate. At that moment, he actually changed his own destiny.

If Fu Sheng hadn't heard his voice, the mirror would not have been shattered at all; if Han Fei hadn't retrieved most of his memories before, it was even more impossible to recall the number he left to Fu Sheng.

Ninety-nine deaths made Han Fei try a path. He still couldn't guarantee that he would reach the end, but at least he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

Raising the knife of death, the doctors and patients who grabbed Han Fei let go of their hands. At a certain moment, they seemed to see the person they once wanted to be.

Figures stand behind Han Fei. He has always been alone, but he has never been alone.

"What is in the mirror is Fu Sheng's beautiful fantasy, and the remnant soul is the personality that was ripped off from Fu Sheng by the dream." Seeing that there was no danger, Yan Le grabbed his brain, stopped and started to rush back.

She was the first to escape and the first to return, and she knew how to "judgment the situation".

"Fu Sheng should have completely abandoned the beauty in his heart here and made up his mind to enter the paradise. Didn't the yellow-haired student say that a teacher saw Fu Sheng sew ghosts into his body in the hospital?" Yan Le's Mom didn't expect Han Fei to survive in this situation. She was a little afraid of the butcher's knife in Han Fei's hand. This time, she had no other bad thoughts at all.

Similar things have happened to Han Fei in other memory shrines. The earliest one was the Mirror God. In the underground black clinic, the Mirror God whose internal organs were dug out lost his goodwill and all good fantasies, and opened his arms to embrace the darkness.

This time Han Fei encountered the same situation again. Meng collected the beautiful humanity that Fu Sheng had lost and used it as his resurrected body, but he did not expect to meet Han Fei.

"I obviously changed Fu Sheng's fate, but he still chose the previous path. Is he telling me that the future is doomed?"

Han Fei's eyes were fixed on the bright blade. This blade had a special meaning to him. The blade did not absorb the beheaded souls, but left all those who were willing to believe in him.

The "goods" in the flesh and blood factory in Beast Alley, the old ghost who bears the bloodline death curse in the dead building, and the beautiful personality left by Fu Sheng on the road of life.

"Rebirth..."

When Han Fei was silent, the blade light of humanity slowly faded, and a cold voice came from the back of his mind.

"Attention number 0000 players! You have successfully obtained the exclusive D-level butcher knife - rebirth!"