My Healing Game

Chapter 989 The Salvation of the First Ghost

"Catch him!"

Wuchang picked up the fallen Huang Ying, but only for a second, Wuchang threw Huang Ying away.

It's not that impermanence is too cold, it's mainly because Huang Ying is covered in the black blood of the first generation of ghosts. Except for Han Fei, no one and ghosts seem to be able to get close.

The game compartment had been destroyed, but Huang Ying was still wearing the game helmet. Han Fei hurriedly approached. He wanted to help Huang Ying take off the game helmet, but when he hugged the game helmet with both hands, the black blood flowing on Huang Ying's body Blood suddenly started rushing toward him.

Without giving Han Fei a chance to react, the ghost blood directly entered his body and merged with his will and soul. The two were highly compatible, as if only Han Fei could control the darkest and most desperate blood stains.

"Brother Huang? Can you hear me?" Han Fei tried to take off the game helmet. The moment he took off the game helmet, the helmet shattered in Han Fei's hands, turning into pieces of black and white.

It was only then that he discovered that the gaming helmet Meng placed at the core of Nightmare Factory was spliced ​​out of life, and the gaming helmet was like a simple black box with only one layer.

Taking advantage of the situation, Han Fei put away all the fragments, and then used the power to heal personality and soothe mental pain on Huang Ying to mend Huang Ying's soul, and pulled Huang Ying back from the verge of losing his soul.

The nightmare on the eleventh floor began to collapse, and Huang Ying opened his eyes in a daze. He pointed at Han Fei, and opened his mouth for a long time before he could say a word - ghost.

"Do you think I'm a ghost?" Han Fei continued to use the healing personality. In the whole nightmare, he was the only one who had the ability to heal the spirit and soul. Who would have thought that the executioner with the butcher knife in his hand was actually a doctor who healed the sick and saved lives?

As the nightmare disintegrated, Huang Ying slowly woke up, his eyes were red and filled with resentment.

A large number of nightmares ran into his body just now, and some of the black blood of the first generation of ghosts remained on his skin and was seeping into his body little by little. "Are.

"There are some memories hidden in the game helmet, and the call you heard before is from those memories..." Huang Ying hurriedly opened his mouth as soon as he regained a little strength, his anxious look seemed to have to tell these words before he died. Han Fei seemed to be fine, not even a second late.

"Who left the memory that called me? Could it be my parents?" Han Fei's heart raised slowly, and he stared at Huang Ying with all his attention.

Shaking his head slightly, Huang Ying pointed to the black blood on his body: "It is left by the owner of this blood. It is the first ghost to appear in the world. It is ignorant of everything. It carries people's negative emotions and deep feelings. Despair, everyone who gets close to it will be cursed, not only will they have bad luck for a lifetime, but they are also doomed to have ill-fated fate and die a very miserable death."

"What does that have to do with me?" Han Fei remembered clearly that the first generation of ghosts appeared a long time ago, and should have existed at the same time as the first owner of the black box, many, many years earlier than Fu Sheng.

"Everyone is afraid of the first generation of ghosts. Some people try everything to destroy it, but there are also very few people who have helped it. It is also those very few people who made the first generation of ghosts feel the temperature of the world and make it full of negative emotions. There is a trace of abnormality in my body." Huang Ying seems to be telling a very long dream, which is long enough to bury it: "If you compare the first generation of ghosts to the deep world, that trace of abnormality is like a ghost."

"Can you make it simpler?" Han Fei increased his healing power, allowing Huang Ying to regain his sanity faster.

"The first generation of ghosts is a kind of real despair, without any vitality and desire, it is even more willing to destroy itself, but the sad thing is that as long as there is a steady stream of despair in the world, it can't really disappear." Huang Ying felt in his memory When one reaches that kind of despair, one cannot even die, one can only bear the pain forever and collapse in the suffering.

"But the first-generation ghost I saw in the memory world of the shrine was a corpse! It means that it was successfully killed later!" Han Fei had seen the first-generation ghost many times, and the other party always appeared in the form of a corpse in various places. in spoken memory.

"It never really died, it was just stripped of its self-awareness." Huang Ying tried hard to recall the memories he saw: "Those who tried to destroy the first generation of ghosts by any means were all killed by the first generation of ghosts, but those who wanted to Those who helped the first-generation ghosts gained the approval of the first-generation ghosts. Together, they found a way to make the first-generation ghosts no longer feel hopeless, and that is to strip their self-awareness."

"The first generation of ghosts didn't have self-awareness?"

"Yes, its main consciousness is boundless despair, and this part of consciousness is sealed in a place that no one knows; the trace of abnormal emotion born in the soul of the first generation ghost is hidden in people's bodies. One day the desperation of the main consciousness broke out out of control, and only that trace of abnormal consciousness can heal the first ghost." Huang Ying was talking about the memory he saw, but Han Fei seemed to be looking in a mirror.

Standing up, Han Fei substituted Huang Ying's words into himself and laughed wildly, feeling that they fit together: "Do people who are possessed by the abnormal consciousness of the first generation of ghosts have healing personalities?"

"I don't know this, but I remember that all people who are occupied by abnormal emotions are the hope in the deepest despair. They often have a life of misfortune, but they are kind all their lives." Huang Ying looked at Han Fei seriously: "This is the first I just ruled out you, and I can't even count the ghosts who died at your hands."

"If I'm not kind, will I risk my life to save these players? They are just strangers to me." Han Fei signaled Huang Ying to continue.

"The abnormal consciousness of the first-generation ghost is rooted deep in the soul, and will dissipate with one soul and enter the body of another child. The specific selection criteria are not mentioned in memory, but that consciousness likes children who have encountered the same experience as itself." When Huang Ying said this, he found that Han Fei seemed to be struck by lightning. He was so scared that he didn't dare to continue: "What's wrong with you?"

"I... suddenly thought of something." Han Fei stood in the slowly dissipating city: "Child zero became a maniac after the **** night. It was also that night that I started to live in his place. He hid himself in the In the deepest despair, let me walk on the stage."

Han Fei thought of a possibility, but he didn't dare to say this guess casually, because even he felt a little creepy.

The twin flowers, the deepest despair, the owner of the black box, and the souls of the dead around the game cabin, these seem to have hinted at him a long time ago.

"It turned out that the first script I played as the protagonist was Twin Flowers written by fate in advance."

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked at his hands. The black blood of the first ghost had perfectly integrated into his body, and now he didn't feel any discomfort.

"After Fu Sheng and his children were fused with the blood of the first generation of ghosts, they became unspeakable ghosts, but I didn't..."

Seeing that Han Fei's mental state was not stable, Huang Ying was a little worried: "Do you want me to continue?"

"Speak, tell me everything you saw." Han Fei moved a stone brick, sat next to Huang Ying, and listened carefully.

Huang Ying didn't hide anything. He told Han Fei everything he saw until the nightmare on the eleventh floor was completely shattered.

The city built in imitation of the deep world was absorbed by Han Fei's ghost pattern, and the players who were not bewitched by the dream also left smoothly, but those players who lost their self-awareness and took refuge in the dream were dragged into the deeper darkness .

Opening his eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the hospital in the main city, and they stayed not far from the shrine.

The gray fog still did not dissipate, and there was a strong smell of blood in the fog.

"If you go further, you should be able to touch the shrine." Huang Ying felt unreal. His spirit and soul had undergone great changes in the nightmare on the eleventh floor. Han Fei was not killed in the nightmare factory. All the hacked nightmares entered his body, benefiting him a lot.

"Don't go any further for the time being." The shrine is close at hand, but the more cautious it is at this time, Han Fei is well aware of the horror of dreams, and the other party will never sit still.

"I think so too." Huang Ying looked at the nightmare mark on his body: "As long as I get close to the shrine, I will feel fear from the bottom of my heart, and that power seems to easily knock me out of my wits."

"Be careful to make the Wannian ship. I'm not in good condition right now. I'll come back after I finish my training." Han Fei turned around decisively without any hesitation: "The next time I come in again, it's when I and Meng decide the outcome. brought out by millions of players."

Taking out the meat cooked by Xu Qin, Han Fei gulped it down to restore his strength, and at the same time took back the ghost patterns of the neighbors in Xingfu Community.

"Let's go, many players outside are still waiting for you." Han Fei took the time to teach Huang Ying his acting skills so that Huang Ying could pretend to be more natural.

After Huang Ying put on the mask of the acting master, the two walked out of the hospital in the main city one after the other.

The cheers from the crowd almost dispersed the gray fog near the hospital. Those players seemed to have received the news that the three floors inside and outside were crowded at the exit of the hospital. This battle was much bigger than when Han Fei came out last time.

"What happened?" Huang Ying and Han Fei were full of doubts. They didn't know until the player reminded them that the top players in the top 100 guilds managed to escape the nightmare.

They were trapped in the hospital at that time, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and almost wiped out the whole army. At the critical moment, Huang Ying set off a storm.

The lost players didn't know exactly what happened. When they regained their self-awareness and sanity, they saw Huang Ying fall from the sky in the center of the city.

Huang Ying's surroundings had been completely turned into ruins, as if an extremely tragic fight had taken place!

Obviously, the first player, Huang Ying, saved them!

Deep in despair, about to sink into a nightmare forever, and there is one person who is willing to fight against the whole city alone and save everyone, such a person is probably a hero.

In the past, there were still top players who refused to accept Huang Ying, but now those players who refuse to accept Huang Ying defend Huang Ying more than anyone else.

The public chat hall of the players is already boiling. Huang Ying not only returned miraculously, but also saved everyone. The previous despair of the players was swept away, and those players who went to their dreams were in complicated moods. Their nature wanted to support Huang Ying , but their human nature distorted by dreams forced them to torture and kill Huang Ying.

"The eleventh-level nightmare is a little more difficult than I expected." Huang Ying and Han Fei didn't talk to each other in advance. He didn't know that Han Fei had already said that he had entered the twelfth-level nightmare. Fortunately, Huang Ying knew that too many words would lead to mistakes , didn't say much, just had a faint smile on his face.

Back to the Happiness Community resident~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The top ten guild leaders visited in person. This time, they are sincerely grateful to Huang Ying. It was Huang Ying who helped them protect their family property and the "force" to maintain order.

"You don't need to thank me, this is what I should do." Huang Ying sat on the chairman's seat, looking at everyone at the same level: "Our goal is the same, I will do my best to take all the players away and complete my mission to everyone. promise."

A few simple words, but the words from Huang Ying's mouth were extremely passionate. Players flocked outside the happy community residence. They seemed to be full of hope as long as they saw Huang Ying, as if the night sky above their heads was also illuminated.

Han Fei in the shadows was gnawing on the pig's heart silently. He was also very happy to see this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched abruptly, but he still couldn't show a real smile.

"Brother Huang knew the truth of this game in advance, so from the first day he played this game, he worked harder and desperately than any other player, and he deserved all of this."

Looking away, Han Fei turned and left. He was not happy because he thought this scene was funny, but because he felt that if one day he fell down, someone else would hold up the torch he had lit all his life.