My Healing Games

Chapter 141 Longing Turns into a Curse

Corpses were strung together by telephone wires, piecing themselves together and crowding together, just to protect the cursed object in the very center.

Having swallowed his brother, Li Huo completely lost control and couldn't tell who was in front of him. His ten fingers were covered in black mist, which seemed capable of burning the soul.

He attacked haphazardly, smashing the corpses in the underground pit, while the damage to consciousness caused by the black mist was spread evenly among all the ghosts in the hotel by the cursed object.

While Li Huo was drawing the attention of the cursed creature, Han Fei closed his eyes and focused on controlling the blood-red paper doll.

The memories in his mind were gradually stained red, and the horrors experienced by the blood-red paper doll began to affect Han Fei. If he hadn't died so many times in the management mission, he might have already broken down.

Dozens of deaths tempered his will, and Han Fei gritted his teeth, ignoring the various illusions that arose in his mind, and forced the blood-red paper figure to crawl little by little into the depths of the pile of corpses.

Li Huo launched a frenzied attack from the front, while the blood-red paper figures invaded from the back. The cursed object buried deep underground revealed its greatest weakness: it could not be moved at will.

After the corpses were smashed open, the blood-red paper figures charged into the pile of bodies.

At the heart of the pile of corpses was an old man, withered and shriveled, his body wrapped in blood-red telephone wire, his cloudy old eyes filled with pain and regret.

"Not a cursed object? It's a person?"

At this point, Han Fei could not stop; if he delayed any longer, Yinglong would surely lose his life.

With the arrow already on the bowstring, Han Fei gave the blood-red paper doll one last command: to attack the tangled telephone wires on the old man's body.

The smell of blood filled the room. The paper figure, with a terrifying smile on its face, plunged its hands directly into the old man's chest.

The blood-red paper figure did not do as Han Fei said. It seemed to be attracted by something, laughing silently, and its two hands cut a large hole in the old man's chest like knives.

Its body was then soaked in blood, and it jumped directly into the old man's chest cavity.

For a moment, all the ghosts and monsters in the room paused.

A moment later, the blood-red paper figure took out a still-beating heart from the old man's chest, and all the telephone lines were stuck into the heart. That heart was the source of all the telephone lines in the hotel!
The controlled ghost began to slow its movements, and the blood-red paper figure excitedly tried to swallow the heart. Han Fei had to exert a great deal of effort to stop it.

In his wounded heart, he could vaguely hear the weeping of an old woman; she seemed to be the cursed object that Han Fei was looking for.

"Li Huo! Enough! Stop hitting him! Those are our own people! Li Zai! Take your brother away right now!"

Han Fei shouted loudly, and Li Huo, being a hothead, even tried to spar with the blood-red paper figure.

While trying to control the paper figures, Han Fei also had to stop Li Huo. Being with these vengeful ghosts, Han Fei might be accidentally killed by them if he wasn't careful.

Under Han Fei's constant urging, Li Huo's body slowly changed. The black mist in his hand spread outwards, and when the mist dissipated, the tall, thin ghost appeared.

Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief when Li Zai appeared. He focused his attention on getting the paper figure to take the heart.

Unexpectedly, the moment that heart stirred, all the cursed ghosts in the hotel felt pain, as if they had been completely connected into one.

"Yinglong's condition is quite bad; he can't withstand any more trouble." Han Fei didn't want to lose this shop assistant, so he took the crying man's hand and jumped into the pit of corpses.

“The way to break the curse is to destroy the cursed object, but this thing can spread the damage. Even if you kill it, it will definitely drag others down with it.” Just as Han Fei was frowning in worry, the old man whose body had shrunk drastically slowly turned his neck and looked at Han Fei.

"Don't kill her, it's all my fault, I can help her atone for her sins."

The old man's voice was intermittent, as if he was about to lose his soul and was now just having a final burst of energy before death.

"You're helping her atone for her sins?"

“I am the owner of the hotel, and my wife, who has been with me for more than 40 years, lives in my heart.” The old man said in an almost pleading tone, “We used to run a hotel together, but then I fell ill, and she took over the management of the hotel by herself.”

"Where is she?"

“I don’t know either. One night I woke up and found myself not in the hospital, but on this street. I was terrified until I found this hotel again.” The old man crawled on the ground, trying to get closer to the heart: “There was no one in the hotel at the time, so I ran the business here. I wanted to wait for her to come back, but she never came back, until one night I received a call from her…”

How could she possibly call you?

Han Fei understood: the old man had run an inn before his death, and later died in the hospital.

When he woke up again, he had entered the Deep World. However, the old man's situation was somewhat special; he retained his memories of his wife and the inn after entering the Deep World.

“I was so excited when I received her call. I was so afraid that I would never hear her voice again. I told her that I wanted to see her, but she said it wasn’t the right time yet and asked me to wait.” A hint of tenderness appeared in the old man’s cloudy eyes: “I listened to her and waited for her, but I was also afraid that one day she would really come over… Actually, it would be enough to be able to call her every day.”

“We always have so much to talk about when we talk about our past.”

"She still has the same bad temper as before, and she keeps nagging. Sometimes I want to hang up the phone, but the next day I'll still stay by the phone."

“With her by my side every day, I’m not so scared anymore.”

"But later, as more and more customers rushed into the store, she suddenly told me that she was very scared because she felt that she had changed and she had heard too many desperate, terrifying and unimaginable things."

“Her voice sounded very distressed. I knew she was in pain, so I wanted to comfort her, but she refused to see me.”

"Until one night long later, she called me and said that she was going to leave and that she might not even be able to call me anymore."

"Can you imagine the pain I was in? I can't understand it. I told her that I've let go of everything now, and all I want is to see her."

"She agreed that day, and she let me take the phone into the hotel basement."

"Walking through the basement filled with all sorts of wires, I was still chatting with her, asking her where she was. But she told me to turn around and look..."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were gathered together, and his eyes became dim.

"When I looked back, I found that the telephone line had been cut. The voice was not coming from the telephone, but from my heart."

“I call home every day, but I can never get through. I keep talking to my longing heart.”

“When a person’s obsession becomes strong enough, it will change in some way. My longing turned into a curse and became attached to the hotel’s telephone.”

“My longing has spiraled out of control. There is no more kindness in my heart. I know there is no hope in this world, just like my wife has never answered my phone.”

As the old man spoke, tears streamed down his face, and he cried like a child.

Han Fei didn't know how long the old man had been trapped here; perhaps there were many other remnant souls like the old man in the deeper world.

"Old man, to be honest, I don't know if there is any hope in this world." Squatting on the pile of corpses, Han Fei silently gazed at the old man: "However, if there really is no hope in this world, then I will be your hope."

He gestured for the paper figure to place the heart back into the old man's chest: "I return your longing and kindness to you, and you return my friend to me."

The old man, who had already prepared himself for his soul to be scattered, had a complicated expression upon hearing Han Fei's words.

The heart that connected all the telephone lines beat in the chest cavity. The old man covered his chest and pulled back all the telephone lines that ran through the body. The voice of the deceased lingered on each of those lines.

"elder brother!"

Firefly ran to Firefly Dragon's side. Firefly Dragon, whose body was almost dissipating, touched Firefly's face, then crawled toward Han Fei. His only remaining eye was filled with unprecedented gratitude.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Han Fei used the secret to touch the depths of the soul to help Yinglong up: “There’s no need for thanks between family members.”

(End of this chapter)