My Healing Game

Chapter 971 Nightmare Night Train on the Ninth Floor

"All right, all right, there's no one else here, so stop acting." After Huang Ying entered the building shrouded in thick fog, his resolute face and cold aura instantly collapsed, and he looked at Han Fei speechlessly.

At this time, Han Fei was still immersed in the play, looking at Huang Ying with piety and admiration.

"Are you exaggerating too much? No, no..." Huang Ying felt that wearing a master-level acting mask was not as realistic as Han Fei's acting. Only then did he remember that Han Fei's job is as an actor.

"Before you came, I had already cleared the eighth level of nightmare, because I used an unacceptable power in the nightmare, and now I am fully targeted by the nightmare, are you sure you want to enter the ninth level of nightmare with me later?" Han Fei He grabbed Huang Ying's arm: "It's already here, why don't you try?"

"Just try it." Huang Ying and Han Fei walked forward side by side. They walked through the lobby on the first floor, entered the corridor, and went up step by step.

"The shrine of dreams is on the top floor. Every time you clear a nightmare, you will be one step closer to it."

When they reached the corner of the second floor, a sense of weightlessness came, and Han Fei and Huang Ying were engulfed in endless darkness.

The scorching wind blew across their cheeks, Han Fei and Huang Ying opened their eyes, and in front of them was a two-story building that was burned by the flames.

Not far from the small building, there was a strangely dressed man rushing towards the flames with a barrel of gasoline.

"He shouldn't be fighting the fire, right?" Huang Ying pointed at the man: "Should we stop him?"

"No, just wait and see."

The gasoline barrel was thrown into the sea of ​​flames, and soon there was an explosion, the roof of the small building was blown through, all the glass on the floor was shattered, and the sky was full of debris!

"Hahahahaha! Cool!"

The man's fingers were also burned, but he didn't care at all. He picked up the fire ax next to him and threw it at the flowerpot outside the small building.

After destroying everything, he sat in the middle of the yard and looked at the burning house like a child admiring fireworks.

"It's pretty, it's really **** pretty!"

After a short rest, the man turned around holding the fire axe. He saw Han Fei and Huang Ying on the side of the road: "What are you looking at?! Do you want to call the police? This is my house! I can burn it down as I want!"

"If you were walking on the street and suddenly found someone burning your house, you would stop and look at it." Han Fei said in a relaxed tone, "Is your house haunted? Why did you burn it down?"

"I am willing!" The man felt like an outlaw fanatic: "I don't think you two are like good people, do you want to escape here with me?"

"Escape?" Han Fei looked around. Except for the burning house in front of him, the ninth floor of the nightmare was completely dark and completely enveloped in darkness. According to his past experience, players cannot enter the pure darkness, and they can only follow the crazy man if they want to explore other places.

"If you don't leave, you may be left here forever, in this cage, and become a prisoner of life." The man's words seemed to have other meanings.

He came to the side of the road with the ax and got into the only car.

"The nightmare on the ninth floor should be bigger than the eighth floor. We can't be trapped at the initial point. Let's keep up with him." Han Fei and Huang Ying opened the rear door and got in.

"It's great, with the two of you on the road, I won't be lonely on this late-night trip." The man put the fire ax on the passenger seat and turned the car stereo to the maximum: "Life is short, it's time to indulge Let’s indulge, don’t wait until you are old, don’t move, and go to the nursing home to cry alone.”

"But what does this have to do with you burning your own house?" Huang Ying entered the nightmare for the first time, and he didn't understand.

"Farewell to the past! That house contains my life that was like garbage before, and I can only be reborn if I burn it!" The man handed the tablet on the car to Han Fei: "Choose what song you want to listen to, don't have any restrictions , meeting is fate, my car is your home!"

Clicking on the playlist, Han Fei glanced at it—"This is a misunderstanding", "It's not what you think", "It's just a simple drink", "I don't remember when I'm drunk", "I can't help you if you think like this" …

"Your playlist has a story." Han Fei didn't order a song, and browsed through other information as quickly as possible. Except for some games, the tablet was full of photos of a girl, but the girl's face was covered by various layers. Living.

"That's more than just a story, it's heartbreaking! I'm such a bitch!" The man breathed out fragrantly: "Let's stop talking, what's your name, we must have a name for each other, right?" ?”

"My name is Han Fei, and this is my brother Huang Ying."

"One's surname is Han, and the other's surname is Huang. Your stories are not simple." The man's personality is very wild, and he speaks very directly: "My name is Zhang Mingli, a senior network engineering designer, and a director of the Xinhu Photographers Association. He also participated in teaching volunteers, teaching Chinese, music, and ideology and morality."

"You teach ideology and morality?" Han Fei glanced at the fire ax of the co-pilot with a strange expression.

On the contrary, Huang Ying was very calm, because he knew that even a "midnight butcher" like Han Fei had also worked as an inspection teacher, so it was not difficult for the ideological and moral teacher to bring a fire ax when he went out.

"Fuck, I'm very civilized, okay?" Zhang Mingli argued loudly. He was about to argue with Han Fei when he suddenly saw an old man in a shroud appearing on the road in the distance.

The old man walked slowly from the side of the road to the middle of the road. When he saw the car approaching, he not only did not hide, but stopped directly.

Zhang Mingli's reaction was also very straightforward, he stepped on the gas pedal, this guy just burned down his house, it seems that he is not ready to live at all.

The speed of the car increased sharply, and the night wind howled, Zhang Mingli had no intention of slowing down at all!

"Calm down! At worst, I'll pay for Pengci's money!" Huang Ying was a little anxious, while Han Fei beside him had already silently fastened the seat belts for the two of them.

"What is Pengci? This road is often haunted by ghosts. How could the person in the middle of the road wearing a shroud be a human? It must be a ghost!" Zhang Mingli accelerated again, and the car ran forward like a mad beast.

Seeing that the car was getting closer and closer, the old man in shroud finally became frightened. At the last moment, he couldn't care about anything, and a donkey rolled and hid beside him.

"You're blind! Didn't see anyone on the road!" The longevity crown was hanging askew on his face, and the powder on the old man's face was wet with cold sweat: "Did you drive so fast to reincarnate!"

Hearing the old man's insults, Zhang Mingli didn't get used to him at all. He slowed down and rolled down the window, and stuck his head out of the car: "I f*ck you old dog! Call you ****! Hit me to death* ****! Get out of here! You fucking!"

Zhang Mingli was extremely aggressive, he insisted on turning the face of the old man in shroud covered in white foundation black with anger.

"I've met this old man three times, and every time he blackmails me, I suspect that this old man has memorized my license plate number! No way! I can't take it anymore!" Zhang Mingli became more and more angry as he spoke. He stepped on the brakes, opened the car door, and carried The fire ax rushed out: "Come here! Let me hear you curse again! Don't run!"

Han Fei and Huang Ying sat in the car, watching Zhang Mingli chasing an old man in a shroud on the night road with a fire ax in hand.

"Is this the ninth floor nightmare?"

"How should I put it? This level is not the same as the previous levels of nightmare I cleared."

A few minutes later, Zhang Mingli came back out of breath: "The old grandson runs very fast, no wonder he dared to touch porcelain, he has agility."

After restarting the car, Zhang Mingli continued to drive forward.

Han Fei, who was sitting in the back row, glanced at the navigation. Zhang Mingli was not driving blindly, he had a purpose. Han Fei was a little curious about where the end of this journey would be?

"Why don't you two talk? We just met, and now it's a hot time, why are you silent?" Zhang Mingli seems to dislike silence very much, he has even reached the point where he is afraid of silence.

The driver's mental state was extremely unstable, so Huang Ying really didn't have the mood to talk now.

Han Fei recalled the clues he saw in the car, and said casually: "Actually, I am very confused now. I am often confused about life and love. I have been insomnia for several months."

"What a coincidence? It's a professional match! I happen to be able to enlighten you. I used to be an ideological and moral teacher." Zhang Mingli laughed: "At your age, you usually only worry about two things. The first is lack of money, and the second Second lack of love."

"I do have some love problems."

"Tell me, is it because the person you like doesn't like you? Or did the person you like run away with someone else? Or did she betray you?" Zhang Mingli drove with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other.

"Actually, I have had eleven girlfriends."

"How much?!" Zhang Mingli almost bit off the cigarette. This was not the story he wanted to hear.

"Eleven." Han Fei nodded, and his whole body entered the state. Huang Ying, who was next to him, turned his head and looked out of the car window. He didn't dare to say a word.

"Then you are so distressed! I won't allow you to listen to my playlist!" Zhang Mingli is not young~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but his current mental state is very "pure".

"Among them are my subordinates, my superiors, school teachers, and my childhood sweethearts..."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't introduce any more." Zhang Mingli waved his hands again and again: "I'm still a childhood sweetheart? I've never heard of such a word. The girls who grew up together called me the **** in the same village."

"Although I have had so many girls, until now I still don't understand what love is, I don't understand what true love is?" , pain, suffering and longing mixed together.

"A person like you who can get love casually must not understand what love is." Zhang Mingli lit another cigarette: "Let me tell you, love is hurt! It is pain! The deeper the love, the more painful it is!"

"Has Teacher Zhang ever had a similar experience? What is your love like?" Han Fei asked the question he really wanted to ask, strange playlists, photos of girls with their faces covered, and desperately driving to a certain place. The night train at the end seems to imply love.