My Healing Games

Chapter 168 My Method of Saving People Was a Little Rough
His blood was almost frozen. Han Fei listened to his heartbeat, which was gradually slowing down. Black mist floated in his eyes. Curses and ominousness lingered in his eyes. His reason was about to collapse!
The monster, its face bleeding from all seven orifices, also looked towards Han Fei. It was at a crucial moment in its fusion with Zhang Guanxing.

“I know you resent this world, and I sometimes hate this world too, so I won’t try to persuade you to let go of your hatred. I just hope you won’t torture yourself in this way.”

"No matter how much pain or suffering you experience, the person who hurt you will not feel the slightest bit of guilt, and the world will not be saddened by your suffering."

"If that's the case, why can't we try a different way of living?"

Dark blue veins appeared on his arm, and the yin energy around Han Fei grew heavier. As if talking to himself, he walked to the dormitory door and picked up the black jar.

“I know you can’t break free from the past on your own. Let your teacher help you resolve your hatred and get rid of your pain.”

Before he finished speaking, Han Fei grabbed the edge of the black jar and rushed towards the monster.

An arm made of flesh and blood swept towards Han Fei, who bent down to dodge, gathered strength in his legs, and then raised the black jar and swung it with all his might!

"Snapped!"

The G-grade cursed artifact, the wishing jar, smashed directly onto the monster's head, and the monster's skull and the jar made a crisp sound at the same time!

Slips of paper with wishes written on them fell onto the monster, soaked in blood and stuck tightly to its flesh.

Halfway through the fusion, Han Fei smashed a crater into the monster's head, causing its skull to collapse, and it let out a piercing scream.

The face, bleeding from its seven orifices, spun rapidly, and the monster's arms folded at an incredible angle as it reached for Han Fei.

This time, Han Fei didn't dodge backward. He decisively accelerated and slammed the wishing jar down again!
Today, either this jar or the monster's head must break first!
Black blood and flesh splattered onto Han Fei's skin, turning into poisonous needles that tried to pierce his body. Even with the protection of the black python, Han Fei could still feel the pain.

However, the pain was within an acceptable range, or rather, the pain only served to stimulate the malice and curses in Han Fei's eyes.

Forcibly closing the distance, Han Fei grabbed the ghost's neck as the monster's ten fingers pierced his body.

In a life-or-death struggle, no one will stand still like a punching bag and let the opponent use their fighting skills. All opportunities are created by oneself and are fleeting. Even if it means getting injured, one must seize them!
A venomous snake coiled around his neck!

The arm, imbued with yin energy, locked the monster's neck. Han Fei combined the secrets of touching the depths of the soul with the yin energy in the ghostly markings, mixing this auxiliary skill with real-world mixed martial arts.

Before the monster's body changes, grab its head and slam it down!
Han Fei crashed to the ground along with Zhang Guanxing. His body was also slashed with deep wounds by the monster's hand. If it weren't for the protection of the black giant python, he would have been pierced by the resentment and his yin energy would have entered his body. He wouldn't have survived even if he had several lives.

"Zhang Guanxing!"

The black jar in his hand was smashed towards the monster's head once again, but this time the monster was prepared. Its blood-covered arm was folded at an odd angle and grabbed the black jar.

What the monster never expected was that Han Fei had already guessed it would do this.

"How could I possibly keep using the same trick?"

As the monster reached for the black jar, Han Fei released his grip and smashed his five fingers into the monster's mouth at top speed!
Enduring the pain from the cut on the back of his hand, Han Fei took out the blood-red paper doll from his inventory. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time. Everything before was just to confuse and lay the groundwork. What he really wanted was to put the blood-red paper doll into the monster's body and then make the paper doll go berserk!

complete in one step!
Bright red blood spilled from the monster's mouth, and the monster struggled frantically.

It tried to disperse its body, but countless pale paper fragments appeared in its flesh and blood.

"Enjoy this F-rank cursed artifact!"

With both fists swung, Han Fei's fists, filled with yin energy, frantically pounded the monster's body, giving it no chance to resist.

Screams echoed through the dormitory. Who would have thought that in room 104, there was a person covered in eerie energy, desperately fighting a fierce ghost in close combat!

Having swallowed an F-grade cursed item, the monster underwent various strange changes. Meanwhile, Han Fei was launching a frenzied attack from outside. The monster never expected things to turn out this way.

The hatred was slowly waning; it had been beaten to the point of near annihilation.

As the blood-red paper figures eroded his hatred, Han Fei turned his gaze to Zhang Guanxing.

The child has merged with part of the monster's hatred, absorbing some of the monster's power while also awakening his own memories of death.

His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, devoid of any light or reason, only filled with pain.

“We are already living at the very bottom of hell, we are already the most tormented and desperate ghosts, why do you want to continue to sink into despair?”

Grabbing Zhang Guanxing by the collar, Han Fei raised his fist, which was filled with yin energy, and slammed it heavily into Zhang Guanxing's cheek.

A giant black python slithered on Han Fei's back, its ghostly markings radiating an extremely sinister aura.

"If you hate them so much, then go and take revenge on them! Let them know your pain! Let them know your despair! Only when they know how much pain they're in will they understand how much harm they've caused you!"

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—that's what fairness is!"

The fist, imbued with a sinister aura, resembled a giant black python opening its mouth. Han Fei showed no mercy, directly striking Zhang Guanxing against the wall.

The pain finally brought a change to Zhang Guanxing's blank face. His cloudy eyes slowly turned and looked at Han Fei.

Covered in wounds and blood, Han Fei stood shirtless in the dormitory, resembling a wolf king in the night.

"teacher……"

As the monster representing hatred was completely devoured by the blood-red paper figure, Zhang Guanxing regained his rationality. However, the light that belonged to a child was gone from his eyes, replaced by a hint of maturity and unconcealable pain.

"It's good that you've woken up." Han Fei, who was nearing his limit, walked up to Zhang Guanxing and hugged his head tightly. "I know you're in a lot of pain. I can't help you alleviate it, but I can stay with you to find a way to get rid of the pain. You can trust me from now on, okay?"

All the memories of his death returned, and the pain and despair were unimaginable. Zhang Guanxing felt as if he were struggling in an endless deep sea, but at that moment, Han Fei reached out his hand to him.

The simple phrase "You can trust me" holds extraordinary significance for Zhang Guanxing.

At least, no one ever said those words to him while he was alive.

(End of this chapter)