Han Fei told Xu Qin of a beautiful prospect in this eerie world of despair.
There are evil spirits and monsters everywhere, and if you are not careful, your soul will fly away. Hope is one of the least seen things in such places.
There was a time when Han Fei was a man without hope, he was so mournful and decrepit and unlucky that he was too lazy to struggle against it.
But when he entered the deep world, he realized that the absence of hope is not terrible, the terrible thing is to live amid boundless despair, and even do not know what hope is.
After meeting one of his neighbors, Han Fei could feel the change in his mentality. He found that his desire to live was so strong and that he wanted to live so seriously.
His life was changed by this netherworld game, and now he also wants to change the people around him.
Xu Qin was judged by the system to be crazy, even the system's introduction said that Xu Qin is a curse polymer, and her state is very unstable, but so what?
In Han Fei's opinion, Xu Qin has saved his life more than once, and that's enough.
"You rest well, I'm still waiting to eat your cooking." Han Fei looked out the window into the dark night, he saw the boundless despair and also the empty street: "After we finish exploring the surrounding area, we can open a deli on this street, your cooking is so delicious, it will surely attract many things to come, and maybe it will heal their crippled hearts."
Xu Qin's condition gradually recovered, and only then did Han Fei leave the fifth floor.
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Huang Ying's severely stimulated consciousness slowly recovered, and the moment he opened his eyes, his body couldn't help but curl up, he was now very scared and in a mental trance.
"You're awake?"
A kind and amiable voice came into his ears, and Huang Win alertly looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Under the dim light, an old lady came out of the kitchen with freshly cooked porridge: "I see that your body is weak in Yang, so I cooked you a pot of porridge, drink it while it's hot."
The square box television set was playing commercials, and the house as a whole was decorated decades ago, simple yet cozy.
"I remember being chased by a ghost ..." Huang Ying sat on the bed for a long time, he found that his previous memories became a little fuzzy, as if his head was hammered by something.
"You seem to be having a nightmare." The old lady gave Huang Ying a bowl of soup: "I saw you lying alone in the hallway, I was afraid you would catch a cold, so I carried you into the house, and you started talking nonsense after lying down."
"Is it really a dream? But that's too real." Huang Ying sat up from the bed, he could smell the aroma of porridge, exhausted he slowly picked up the bowl of porridge.
The steaming water vapor caressed his cheeks, and Huang Win tried to take a small sip.
The warmth slides down the mouth into the stomach, fragrant and warm, dispersing the coldness in the body.
Huang Ying won't believe that holding the porcelain bowl, his mind flashed back to a scene of horror and gore, the woman who seemed to be crawling on the ceiling like a spider, the sick killer who had half of his body burnt, and the doll face man that tricked himself into the room, his mouth split open.
He shook his head desperately and finally looked at the steaming porridge in his hand.
This simple bowl of porridge, with that indescribable warmth, brought Huang Ying an unprecedented experience, he had never had such warm porridge.
Holding the porridge with both hands, after coming back from the dead, Huang Ying actually cried out looking at the bowl of porridge.
"What's wrong with you kid?" The old lady didn't know what Huang Ying was crying about, she picked up the cloth on the table and handed it to Huang Ying: "Such a big person, why are you still crying?"
"No." Huang Ying sucked his nose and wiped his eyes which were a little red and swollen: "The porridge you made is too good, my mother used to cook it for me when she was still alive."
"Are you thinking of your mother?"
"En." Huang Win is not afraid of hot, and drank a large mouthful of porridge: "I was particularly naughty as a child, once ran to the lake to play in winter, and accidentally slipped in, the layer of ice was very thin, I screamed in the icy water, my mother recklessly jumped down to save me. Later she pushed me to the shore, but did not have the strength to climb up herself."
"Your mom was great."
"I always blame myself, I have a lot of money now, and I can get everything I want, but I can't say I'm happy or unhappy, I just always feel like something is missing in my heart." Huang Win drank the old lady's porridge, eyes still red: "I rarely talk to people about this, I sometimes think I'm not thinking about it anymore, but in the nightmare just now I think I saw my mother again."
"You just saw your mother?" The old lady was a little surprised.
"In that endless fear, just when I thought I was going to die for sure and had given up the struggle, she appeared again." Huang Ying tried his best to recall: "Just like when I was very young, she saved me when I was on the verge of death, she entered the depths of my nightmare and saved me."
"Did you see clearly?"
"Not clearly, but in a desperate nightmare like that, who else but my mother would come to take me away? They gave me a very similar feeling." Huang Ying touched his heart: "This game always captures the softest ray of light in a person's heart, perhaps it wants to heal my pain in this way ..."
When Huang Ying muttered, the bedroom door was opened, and a child saw the porridge and vegetables on the table, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm not eating from the coffin ..."
Before the words were finished, the old lady covered the child's mouth.
Rubbing the red and swollen eyes, Huang Win stifled all the porridge on the table: "In fact, I am a very weak person, these words I only dare to say to the NPCs in the game."
He stood up and bowed deeply towards the old lady, then took out many gifts from the item bar and laid them on the table: "Thank you for the porridge, but I can't calm down yet, I have to go do something to confirm a suspicion!"
After saying that, Huang Ying walked towards the bathroom under the uncomprehending gaze of the old lady and the child.
He grabbed the bathroom door handle, and looked back at the cozy cabin: "Maybe I understand the meaning of the existence of the hidden map, this game is really beyond my expectations, straight to the heart of people, touching the human soul."
The arm slowly force, Huang Ying to open the door of the bathroom, in the moment he opened the door to go inside, a hand fell on his back.
Instantly, the boundless Yin Qi emerged, and Huang Ying's body turned into a blood light on the blood-red attribute panel.
The blood-covered attribute panel slowly returned to normal, and Han Fei, who had just finished using his Soul Return talent, sat down on the ground.
"Does returning the soul drain the body so much? It feels like the body has been completely emptied."
Han Fei had rushed to Meng Shi's house before Huang Ying had woken up. He was worried about what after-effects Huang Ying had left behind, so he hid in the bedroom and secretly observed until Huang Ying woke up on his own before sending him back.