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My 'Healing' Game

Officer, if I told you this just was a "Healing-type Game," would you believe me?

I Fix Air-Conditioner · Horror
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251 Chs

Chapter 91 Building Chief

Hearing about the crying encounter, Han Fei was very distressed.

However, beyond his sorrow, Han Fei was even more curious about what exactly Cry had seen that day.

As he patiently questioned him, Cry gesticulated wildly with his hands, and eventually, he broke down in tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not trying to rub salt in your wound, I just really want to know what's on the Ninth Floor. In fact, I'm planning to visit the Ninth Floor tonight myself."

Upon hearing that Han Fei was also going to the Ninth Floor, Cry's flailing arms slowly came to a stop, and he stared at Han Fei for a long time before writing four words on the palm of Han Fei's hand—remember yourself.

"Remember myself?"

Han Fei wanted to ask more questions, but Cry disappeared into the Spiritual Altar as if avoiding a plague.

"This kid... isn't he a bit too standoffish?"

Not leaving room 1034, Han Fei sat amidst a pile of Talisman Paper and Papermen, engaged in a fierce internal debate.