My Iyashikei Game Chapter 187: Why are you Mad?

Han Fei decided to remedy the things that fail to happen in real life, he would kill Ma Manjiang here again and again!

‘The blue butterfly has followed me into Jin Sheng’s memory. If killing it can cause actual damage to the Butterfly, then it’ll be perfect.’ After knowing the location of the tool needed to kill Ma Manjiang, Han Fei appeared less panicked than before. Unlike Zhang Guanxing, he slowly approached Chuxia to gain her trust. The girl hid her deepest wound inside her heart. To take out the scissors from her heart, she would have to willingly open her heart to share with Han Fei her anxiety and pain.

The cracked body trembled. The fear of Ma Manjiang had stolen her ability of speech. Han Fei did not push her. Certain things could not be urged. Han Fei was not a professional psychiatrist, he was merely a patient who had been to many counselling sessions… but he understood he had to be careful with the words that he used. One wrong statement and it would cause Chuxia to collapse quite literally on the spot.

“It’s not safe here around the field, why don’t we swap for a different place?” The grey fog covered the school. Ma Manjiang was cunning. He did not make any noise and silence blanketed the campus. Han Fei had no idea where Ma Manjiang was, he could appear at any time. Under such circumstances, it was too dangerous staying at Ma Manjiang’s previous crime scene. With encouragement from Han Fei, Chuxia finally stopped crying and slowly climbed up from the ground.

Han Fei had no idea what kind of method Ma Manjiang had used in real life to prevent Chuxia from speaking against him but to prevent accidents from happening, he had to stop Chuxia from meeting Ma Manjiang. ‘Before Ma Manjiang discovers Chuxia, I’ll have to retrieve the scissors from Chuxia’s heart.’

After stopping for a moment at the field, Han Fei noticed the fog around the school had thickened. The visibility was even worse but more than that, there was this light stench in the air like something had started to rot. Signalling for Zhang Guanxin

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