My Healing Games

Chapter 167 Go all out
Resentment and pain seemed to pierce through the chains of flesh and blood, trapping the monster's soul and leaving only hatred in its eyes.

The word "hatred" on its arm was bleeding, and the twisted hatred seemed to burn in its veins. As the bones were pieced together and reassembled little by little, the monster raised its head and looked at Han Fei.

With a cracking sound, it raised its arm and appeared in front of Han Fei in the next moment.

The face bleeding from all seven orifices was right in front of him, their noses almost touching. Han Fei never expected the other party to be so fast.

He wanted to persuade Zhang Guanxing behind him, to calm him down, to help him overcome his hatred and retain his humanity.

The monster seemed to have sensed Han Fei's thoughts. It stopped playing cat and mouse and started to genuinely want to kill Han Fei.

Han Fei felt a chilling killing intent emanating from it, his body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and every nerve was trembling from the stimulation!

Fear and death were close at hand. Han Fei's Adam's apple trembled. The last bit of reason in his mind was rapidly calculating the opponent's strength and the mission's timeline.

Zhang Guanxing is not whole; a part of his humanity remains behind Han Fei, while a part of his hatred and pain stands before Han Fei.

However, even if it only retains the part of hatred, its strength is already equivalent to ordinary resentment. Han Fei can't think of any other way to stop it except by using the blood-red paper doll.

Looking directly at the ghostly face before him, Han Fei saw an irreconcilable hatred in its bleeding eyes.

There was not a trace of humanity in those eyes; the one standing before him was a demon, a demon who had abandoned all humanity.

A pungent stench filled my nostrils, the cracked skull made a sound, and black blood splattered down my nose.

Just as the blood splattered onto Han Fei's body, the monster's arm suddenly rose, its bones shattering piece by piece, and it smashed down on Han Fei's head!

Without closing his eyes out of fear, Han Fei kept the mission requirements in mind and protected his head with both hands in the most standard fighting defensive posture.

Touch the secrets deep within your soul!
click!
The moment Han Fei's forearm touched the other person, the sound of bones breaking rang out, and Han Fei was knocked back two steps, his back colliding with Zhang Guanxing's body.

My left arm hung limply, and large black patches appeared on my skin.

A sharp pain shot through him, and before Han Fei could even check the condition of his arm, the monster's hands wrapped around his body like ropes!
Black blood and foul-smelling flesh flowed across Han Fei's skin, rushing towards his neck and transforming into a hand filled with resentment, tightly gripping his neck.

This monster's body can be twisted and deformed at will, and can even be reconstituted from flesh and blood.

Most importantly, the areas on Han Fei's body where the black blood had crawled have turned light black, indicating that the yin energy has entered his body and that Zhang Guanxing's hatred from his lifetime is constantly influencing Han Fei.

Excruciating pain shot through his body, and with his neck being choked, Han Fei was nearly suffocating.

The difference in strength is a whole level; any contact will result in injury, and the opponent's body can be deformed and twisted at will. It's simply a one-sided crushing defeat, and even fighting back is a luxury.

A soft cracking sound came from his spine, and his neck was about to break. Just as Han Fei opened his inventory to take out his last trump card, the paper doll, a scream suddenly came from behind him!
His arm was ripped open and bleeding profusely; one could vaguely make out the character for "hatred."

With Han Fei guarding him from behind, Zhang Guanxing dug all five of his fingers into his own flesh, and his eyes had turned into a murky red!
Pain, despair, and boundless hatred were squeezing out the reason in his eyes.

The humanity he had painstakingly regained seemed to be about to be devoured; his features were contorting as he stared at his other self in the dormitory.

The original tattoo was replaced by a bloody wound. The monster saw the changes on Zhang Guanxing's body, casually tossed Han Fei aside, and went straight to Zhang Guanxing.

With bloodshot eyes, Zhang Guanxing looked at his own broken bones and scarred face, as if he were looking into a mirror inscribed with the word "death".

He saw his destined end, and forgotten memories returned like a tide. He reached out to grab the monster and grabbed "himself" from behind.

Not a single bone was intact. He remembered that his back had landed on the hard concrete first, and he had even tried desperately to turn his head to look up at the building.

With a loud bang, as his body touched the ground, he clearly saw the face of the person on the rooftop.

Hatred erupted at that moment, and just like when he fell from the building, he turned around and pressed his back against the monster's back.

It was the back that first touched death, and now it's just recreating that nightmare in another way.

The monster rotated its head 180 degrees, emitting a piercing, eerie laugh, and moved forward, representing all hatred and despair.

Their backs pressed together, and the monster's flesh began to merge with Zhang Guanxing's.

The light in Zhang Guanxing's eyes grew dimmer, and he did not respond no matter how Han Fei called out to him.

“No one trusted you before, but now I’m willing to trust you! I’ve always entrusted my back to you! Even when I thought I was about to die just now, I didn’t waver at all.” Han Fei saw the mission description and knew that Zhang Guanxing had also entrusted his back to someone he trusted with complete trust, so he made the same choice.

Han Fei wanted to preserve Zhang Guanxing's humanity in this way, but he greatly underestimated the hatred he felt.

It was not something that words could shake, nor could care and help wash away; the resentment grew even stronger as the monster and Zhang Guanxing merged.

"We must stop it! Once the fusion is complete, the Zhang Guanxing I knew might disappear completely."

Han Fei supported himself with his right hand. He was not only doing this for the mission, but also for the poor child in front of him.

A needle-like pain emanated from the darkened surface of his skin, where remnants of the monster's flesh lingered, tormenting Han Fei constantly.

A sharp pain shot through his heart, but Han Fei remained remarkably calm. He carefully examined his body and suddenly discovered that the skin covered by the ghost pattern was unharmed.

He tried to activate the ghostly markings, and a pitiful cry came from the faint ghostly lines. After a faint yin energy enveloped his body, the pain was slightly relieved.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Reaching out to grab the dark corner of the wall, Han Fei pressed the shadow that Xu Qin had raised onto the ghost tattoo: "You're not very good at fighting, so why don't you lend me that power?"

The shadowy figure seemed to understand Han Fei's meaning; it also knew that with Han Fei dead, it would be difficult for itself to survive.

A giant, serpentine snake emerged from the shadows, carrying a terrifying aura as it burrowed into the ghostly markings.

A bone-chilling coldness seeped into his body, and Han Fei's world was filled only with the sound of his own heartbeat.

The thumping sound was like the beat of a drum. He ripped off his shirt, and a ferocious black python was swimming all over his body!

(End of this chapter)