My Iyashikei Game Chapter 118: A Match Made in... Hell?

Han Fei woke up punctually at 8 am. He had a very important scene to shoot that day, the set was not at Northern Street but at Xin Lu Tv Station at the city centre. Today, Han Fei was going to bring back to life the final duel between Meng Changan and Meng Changxi. It was his job to manifest the pain and despair that was suppressed within Meng Changxi before the camera for the past decade. After meeting up with the crew, they took a van together to the intelligent city centre. After going through multiple security scans, Director Jiang communicated their purpose with the tv station’s workers before they started their shoot.

“Han Fei, we need to wrap up this shoot before noon, the station only gives us one morning to use their place.”

“That is more than enough.” Han Fei stood at the roof and allowed the breeze to caress his face as he looked out into the city. The faces of all the victims crossed his mind, so did the clues that Meng Changxi had pieced together using 10 years. Standing at the edge of the roof, Han Fei pulled his shirt off. His lean body was covered in words and scars, his eyes gradually took on the spirit of Meng Changxi. If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you… Han Fei never really understood the meaning of that quote until he had faced absolute darkness. When one gazed long into the abyss, one’s body would involuntarily lean towards it. Without sufficient courage and determination, one would be swiftly consumed by the abyss, becoming a part of it. He had experienced exactly that which was why he could personalize the desolation Meng Changxi must have felt as he edged along the abyss for the past 10 years.

“I wish to tell everyone a story, a story about love and death…” The words echoed from Han Fei’s lips. From the back, it was easy to mistake him for the actual Meng Changxi. The man was taking a leap of faith because the land around him had all fallen away. He was not a good person but he was not a bad person either. He had blood on his hands. He merely wished to tell the tru

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