My 'Healing' Game-Chapter 77 You cry it cries; you laugh it laughs

77: Chapter 77: You cry, it cries; you laugh, it laughs

77 -77: You cry, it cries; you laugh, it laughs

“Snap!”

The sharp knife slammed into the living room mirror, which originally had a smooth surface, now showing numerous fine cracks, and bizarrely, fresh blood seeped from those cracks!

The mirror placed at the center of room 1074 seemed to have a life of its own!

The scarred man had not expected that his full-strength strike would only result in a few cracks on the mirror, and he had no time to make his next move.

An arm holding a sharp knife stretched out from the mirror, and just as the scarred man had chopped at the mirror with his blade, that arm fiercely stabbed the knife into the scarred man’s body.

The most horrifying part was yet to come.

As the scarred man struggled dyingly to push the mirror over, countless gray arms reached out from the mirror, seeming to want to tear him apart.

Blood flowed profusely, and the scarred man kept screaming for help, but Han Fei and the other Outsider seemed to have conspired silently, slowly starting to move toward the door.

The two thought alike, but sadly the man covered in scars lasted less than two seconds before he was completely dragged into the mirror by the gray arms.

A chilling breath came from behind, causing Han Fei to sincerely stop in his tracks.

“This won’t do!

Two ‘human’ lives only bought a little over a minute!”

Four people entered, and in less than three minutes, two were dead.

This seemingly ordinary hidden mission hid a thick intent of murder.

Now only the reflections of Han Fei and the effeminate man remained in the mirror, and as they mimicked more and more actions, their reflections became clearer and clearer.

Observing the increasingly lifelike expression in the mirror, Han Fei even felt an illusion, as if he was the one truly trapped inside the mirror.

He rubbed his eyes, and Han Fei realized that the surrounding room was becoming somewhat blurry.

His reflection in the mirror rubbed its eyes as well, revealing a sinister smile on its face.

“Is this hidden mission called the game of the Mirror God, and does the Mirror God refer to the mirror in the living room?

It mimics the living to give itself more human traits and then imprisons both the living and ghosts inside the mirror?”

After Han Fei mimicked his reflection’s action, he stepped back, trying to move closer to the door.

The effeminate man beside him noticed Han Fei’s intention, moving faster to reach the door first.

After mimicking his reflection’s actions, the effeminate man grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

According to the game rules, it was now the turn of his reflection in the mirror to act, but the effeminate man didn’t stop; seeing the door open, he immediately ran outside without hesitation.

In the moment he broke the game’s rules, numerous arms rapidly stretched out from inside the mirror!

The effeminate man had barely escaped the room when he was captured.

He held the knife in his hand, swinging it desperately, but it was to no avail; he could only watch helplessly as he was dragged back into the room.

Originally, the effeminate man stood at the doorway, but now he was directly dragged in front of the mirror by the gray arms.

However, this time the gray arms didn’t drag him into the mirror; instead, they made him stand face to face with his reflection.

“The gray arms only appear when game rules are broken, playing the roles of both the Manager and the Punisher, but their attitude towards the effeminate man and scarred man was quite different.”

“A killer trying to destroy the mirror was killed by the mirror, while a killer trying to escape was dragged to the closest point to the mirror.

The living room mirror seemed to think; it’s not playing the game merely for killing—it mimics ‘people’s’ actions, possibly trying to become ‘human’ itself.”

The mirror harbored a ghost of unknown sort, who seemed to be using this method to break free from its restraints and regain its freedom.

“This building really does have all sorts of neighbors.”

Han Fei had thought a neighbor who treated the room as a Pet weird enough, yet he had now encountered a mirror neighbor.

“No wonder there are no living people on the seventh floor.

I guess no one wants to wake up and find themselves trapped inside a mirror.” Thinking of this, Han Fei even came up with a more terrifying conjecture, “There might have been other people living on the seventh floor, but those people have already been trapped inside the mirrors.”

As the saying goes, the shot hits the bird that pokes its head out.

Han Fei decided to just complete the hidden task honestly first.

When it was his turn to act, he decisively threw the knife in his hand outside the door.

“Wait a while, and I will throw all the sharp objects outside for you.”

If the version of him inside the mirror wanted to use the knife to hurt him, he would first need to pick up the knife, but if Han Fei threw all the knives outside the door, picking up a knife would mean leaving the room.

Han Fei had planned well in his mind, but the scene that followed made cold sweat break out on his forehead.

The effeminate man who was dragged in front of the mirror by grey arms also guessed the rules of the game.

He didn’t struggle desperately like his companion, but instead played the game very obediently in front of the mirror.

When it was his turn to act, he tried taking a step back.

The version of him inside the mirror also stepped back, and then the one inside the mirror made a crazy move.

He raised his finger and directly stabbed it into his eye socket.

Seeing that horrific scene, both Han Fei and the effeminate man were shocked.

Han Fei was slightly better off, but the effeminate man’s face completely drained of color.

He slowly raised his finger, but just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Fifteen seconds quickly passed, and grey arms stretched out from the mirror, enveloping the effeminate man as if he had fallen into a pit of snakes.

Under tremendous pressure, the effeminate man finally made a decision—he followed the game rules and stabbed his finger into his eye socket.

Listening to the sounds coming from the other’s face, Han Fei felt his scalp tingle.

The effeminate man endured immense pain, instinctively covering the eye he had blinded.

The figure in the mirror revealed a sinister smile.

With his left hand, he covered the eye he had just blinded, and then with his right hand, he blinded his other eye.

His pale face was left with only two blood holes.

Blinded, he could no longer see what the figure in the mirror might do next.

The effeminate man believed that the ghost in the mirror was intent on playing him to death.

With no way out, he no longer hid his intentions.

He pretended he was going to blind his other eye but then fled backwards again.

The outcome was already determined.

His desperate struggles eventually enraged the mirror, and grey arms dragged him into it.

The effeminate man’s remaining eye emitted a malicious light.

He glared fiercely at Han Fei, ultimately letting out a sound of unwillingness to accept his fate.

“Why are you looking at me? ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

I’m a victim too!”

Han Fei now felt somewhat fortunate that the three murderers had followed him in—it was their lives that helped Han Fei pass half the time.

The room was quieted down, and only one figure was left in the mirror.

“Before completing the hidden task, I need to follow the game rules first, and then slow down the pace of the game.”

Compared to those three murderers, Han Fei’s behavior could be described as well-behaved.

He was constantly cooperating with the mirror, doing whatever it asked.

However, Han Fei was also thinking of strategies in secret.

He wasn’t thinking about running away or breaking the mirror but instead wanted to make movements difficult for the ghost in the mirror to imitate.

Ghosts are often enveloped by negative emotions and bound by despair and pain; these creatures find it difficult to understand happiness and joy now.

Starting from this point, Han Fei didn’t make any exaggerated movements but simply used his facial muscles and sophisticated Acting skills to constantly make expressions of happiness, warmth, and filled with positive energy.