My Healing Games

Chapter 130 The building manager is back!
Xiao Ba quickly ran back to the stairwell after filling a porcelain bowl with soil from the flower bed. She took out the flower seed from the shallow world from her pocket and gently buried it in the soil.

Her beautiful, innocent eyes were fixed on the porcelain bowl. She squatted motionless on the ground, seemingly wondering when vibrant flowers would bloom on the soil that exuded an eerie aura and the stench of corpses.

"Xiaoba..."

Wei Youfu stood guard beside the girl. When he saw the flower seed being buried in the soil, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly felt very tired.

Looking out at the city shrouded in darkness, Wei Youfu leaned against the wall and recalled some recent memories.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in a life completely filled with despair. That figure was like a flower seed buried in the soil of the underworld, wanting to bloom in the mud full of the stench of corpses and the gloom of the underworld.

Everyone thought it was impossible, but he always managed to bring them long-lost hope.

"He may never come back."

Looking out at the world in the stairwell, at the boundless darkness, Wei Youfu felt a chill in his heart: "I thought that after coming here, I would never feel the pain of losing family again, but I never expected..."

"Oh!"

A loud bang shattered the tranquility of the night. Feeling somewhat saddened, Wei Youfu turned his head toward the source of the sound and stared in disbelief.

Han Fei is back!
Han Fei, who had been missing for a day and a night, returned carrying a coffin!

"What the hell?!"

Wei Youfu could hardly believe his eyes. That agile figure was so familiar. Even carrying a coffin that was constantly leaking blood, he was still running very fast!

"Blessed! Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

A roar came from Han Fei's mouth. Upon hearing this familiar voice, Wei Youfu immediately opened the stairwell door.

"Oh!"

Han Fei rushed into the stairwell and placed the coffin on the ground: "Call everyone! Quickly, call everyone over! I've brought the convenience store owner!"

"Convenience store owner?" Wei Youfu was completely stunned. Just ten seconds ago, he was still immersed in grief and hadn't had time to adjust his emotions.

He locked the stairwell door behind him, then, ignoring the wounds on his shoulder and back, ran upstairs again: "Alright, you and Xiao Ba guard the coffin! Don't let your guard down!"

He ran frantically, banging on doors incessantly, his voice echoing throughout the entire building.

"Xu Qin!"

"Yingyue!"

One by one, auras awakened, and increasingly terrifying Yin energy surged downstairs.

The coffin thrown on the first floor was still seeping blood, and the heavy coffin lid made a sound. Xiao Ba and Wei Youfu took a step back, feeling an overwhelming rage coming from the coffin.

"What did the building manager do to it?"

Bloodstains spread throughout the coffin, seeping through its seams. Cracks appeared on the once intact coffin, and astonishing curses and resentment clashed against the surrounding walls.

Just as everything reached its climax, the coffin on the ground suddenly exploded!
A blood-red paper figure stood amidst the carnage and corpses, its body covered in wounds, its consciousness somewhat blurred, and its eyes filled with a resentment that even a sea of ​​blood could not wash away.

At the most critical moment of the battle in the Death Tower, his consciousness suddenly went haywire. Originally intended as a surprise attack, it was instantly backfired and severely injured by the residents of the Death Tower.

It knew something was wrong at the convenience store, but its consciousness was held back by the residents of the dead building, preventing it from rushing back immediately.

In the end, its unease grew stronger and stronger, and it risked being seriously injured to make it back.

The consciousness returned to its body, but when it opened its eyes, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.

I wasn't in the convenience store after all! The coffin containing my original body had been moved to a completely unfamiliar place!

The convenience store warehouse is filled with curses. Anyone who enters will be attacked by all the paper figures. The convenience store employees are also cursed. Forget about resisting, if they leave the store without permission, they will suffer unimaginable pain.

No one can move the coffin under these circumstances! Absolutely no chance of anything going wrong!
The store manager had left the convenience store before, and there had never been any accidents until this day.

With a splitting headache, the shop manager stared intently at Wei Youfu and Xiao Ba, unable to figure out what had gone wrong.

Only a dozen seconds later, when the store manager saw Han Fei return to the first floor, did his blood run cold, and his eyes were almost torn apart by rage.

"It's you!"

Han Fei had wounds on his back caused by the curse, and a scapegoat was constantly howling and begging for mercy from the ghostly patterns on his body that were entangled in yin energy.

"If you had woken up a minute earlier, I think I would have been finished. What a pity, what a pity."

"Die!" The paper doll shopkeeper had never been so humiliated since he gained his own consciousness.

Han Fei was a shop assistant it had personally hired a few hours earlier. It sensed a strong humanity in Han Fei and wanted to possess everything Han Fei had. However, it underestimated the terrifying nature of that humanity.

Only a few hours had passed, not even the first night had gone by! His own body, along with the coffin, was sent into a trap and a dead end!
"Die!"

Seeing the frenzied store manager, Han Fei backed away: "Sister, I went through a lot of trouble to get this for you."

The sharp knife pierced the blood-red curse, leaving another wound on the palm-sized paper figure.

The shopkeeper couldn't get close to Han Fei; it sensed the same aura about Xu Qin as its own—both were curses!

"Die, you all will die!"

The coffin exploded, and the remaining flesh and blood gathered on the paper doll shopkeeper. Its body continued to grow larger, and ghost faces began to appear on the blood-red paper.

When its body swelled to more than two meters, it rushed towards Han Fei without regard for anything else.

The store manager was furious; it was determined to drag Han Fei down with it, even if it meant its own death.

The paper was torn by the knife, but it had no effect on the manager. Its body could change shape at will, and as long as its core was not damaged, it could be said to be immortal.

"How could this guy resist so fiercely when his consciousness was impaired and he was already severely injured?"

The shopkeeper's arm reached out towards Han Fei, but it was cut off by a kitchen knife. Instantly, a paper arm grew back from the cut, and the severed arm that fell to the ground did not disappear. Instead, it turned into a paper figure and rushed towards Han Fei.

The knife continued to slice through the manager's body, and white paper fell like snowflakes. But they did not die; instead, they turned into tiny paper figures, staring intently at Han Fei with expressions full of resentment.

"The paper doll is good at curses, I can't be careless." Han Fei activated the ghost runes, letting the yin energy fill his whole body. He also took out a cigarette from his inventory, ready to light it at any time.

There were so many paper figures that Xu Qin couldn't possibly defend against them all by herself. But just as those paper figures rushed toward Han Fei with sinister smiles, a faint crying sound rang out in the corridor, and a thin little boy walked out.

He looked thin and pitiful, but his ability was very strange. All the paper figures he touched collapsed to the ground, their resentment disappearing and leaving only a miserable crying face.

This child seems to be able to forcefully inject sadness into the bodies of curses and vengeful spirits, causing them harm.

Not far from the little boy, a huge eye suddenly opened on the mottled wall.

His dark eyes seemed to contain another world, and all the paper figures that came near Han Fei would be imprisoned in the black prison deep within those eyes.

"A cursed aggregate? Two resentful spirits?"

The paper doll shopkeeper was shocked, but now it had no way to turn back.

The resentment in its eyes was so intense it almost became tangible. The paper shopkeeper knew it was doomed tonight, and it stared fiercely at all the residents of Building One.

"If you want to kill me, you will pay the price! I will leave you with nothing but curses!"

Having drained all the power from the corpse in the coffin, the paper shopkeeper's body rapidly grew larger, and black characters quietly appeared. Then, it dipped itself in its own blood, attempting to draw the faces of the people inside the building onto its body.

"Stop it! It's trying to curse us to death! This is the cursed creature's final move!" Xu Qin shouted, but her knife couldn't immediately damage the paper figure's core.

As she was in a state of extreme anxiety, a terrifying resentment far surpassing that of anyone else slowly emerged.

"Oh!"

Eight thick arms slammed to the ground, and an incredibly terrifying blood-red demon gripped the paper figure tightly. Using the most primitive and violent method, it punched the paper figure again and again, shattering its self-awareness!
Chaos! Evil! Madness!

Despair continued to accumulate, and each punch from that blood-red demon carried eight different kinds of pain.

The building was shaking, and in just five seconds, all the paper figures on the ground had turned to ashes, leaving only the original palm-sized, blood-red paper figure.

The immense yin energy and malevolent aura emanated from the paper figure's cracked body, and were all absorbed by the surrounding neighbors.

The Yin energy that the paper doll shopkeeper had accumulated since the birth of his consciousness was shared among the neighbors of Building 1, and everyone showed a satisfied expression.

After a long time, when the neighbors had finished consuming the yin energy in the shopkeeper's body, they gathered around the paper shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper's self-awareness has been completely destroyed; the blood-red paper doll is now just a simple cursed item.

(End of this chapter)