My Healing Games

Chapter 218 Breakthrough Through Crying (Third Update)

"Nighttime Hair Salon? That name doesn't sound very legitimate."

Looking at the hair clippings all over the floor, Han Fei didn't know where to step. This was definitely the dirtiest and messiest barbershop he had ever seen.

"Oh!"

After Han Fei entered the store, the man turned around and closed the roller shutter, leaving only the two of them in the room.

The cracked mirror reflected Han Fei's face, and the terror in his eyes was almost overflowing.

The atmosphere inside the room grew increasingly oppressive, and the middle-aged man made no attempt to conceal his malice; he simply grabbed a pair of scissors from the bar counter next to him.

“Young man, if you walk at night often, you’re more likely to encounter ghosts.” The sharp scissors made a snip-snip sound as the middle-aged man revealed his arms. All the fingers on both hands had been cut off and then sewn back together with needle and thread, looking very strange.

"Thank you for saving me. That family is really crazy. They were even planning to cut off my limbs and leave me in their house forever." Han Fei still seemed unaware of the problem. His voice carried a hint of gratitude, and he still appeared to be in shock.

“They are all crazy, but…” The man’s head slowly turned: “At least you could survive if you stayed with them, but now you don’t even have a chance to live.”

A strange laugh escaped his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement and smugness. He felt incredibly lucky: "The owner of this shop went to Animal Alley. He needed a doorman, so he turned me into a living doll. Look at the stitches on my arm, look at the knife marks on my arm, look at my face!"

The man grew increasingly agitated, gripping the scissors and repeatedly showing Han Fei the scars on his body.

Fine needles and threads stitched his skin together, making the middle-aged man look like a rag doll sewn from human skin.

Driven mad by extreme torture, the man desperately wanted to release his pain and reenact what he had experienced on Han Fei.

“I’ll mold you into what the shop owner wants, and then have you take my place here. But don’t worry, I’m not as cruel as the shop owner; I’ll only cut open your chest and neck.” The man said as he walked towards Han Fei.

"Aren't you the manager here?" The fearful expression on Han Fei's face slowly faded. "Anyone who can open a shop in a place like this is terrifying. I'd actually like to meet him. Barber shops are a new industry."

"Playing the fool won't work on me. Do you have any last words?" The stitches on the man's face were about to burst, and his body was stuffed with blood-stained hair.

"The little thing is quite unique in appearance." Han Fei was pretending to be weak in order to avoid being ambushed by top-level resentment. After all, the deep world is full of dangers, and the roles of prey and hunter can be reversed at any time.

However, now that Han Fei has confirmed that the barbershop manager is no longer there, he no longer needs to continue acting.

Opening the altar, Han Fei let the crying dragon and the firefly emerge. The two resentful spirits joined forces and beat the man until his soul was almost scattered.

"The manager of Nightshade Barber Shop went to Animal Alley. Maybe I'll run into him again. I'll keep this human skin doll for now."

Han Fei picked up the man from the ground. The man's remaining yin energy was devoured by the crying, leaving only a tattered skin.

"Touching the secrets deep within the soul."

Han Fei sensed a deep fear and unease from the man; the fear hidden deep in his heart originated from a certain person.

Since upgrading his ability to touch the secrets deep within the soul, Han Fei has been able to perceive things more and more concretely. He can even recreate the person who left the deepest impression on a ghost's memory by touching the ghost's heart.

"Judging from the impressions men have of him, the barbershop manager is extremely powerful; he's definitely not just a regular grudge!"

Han Fei and his neighbors found it easy to deal with ordinary resentment, but they struggled with medium-level resentment. They could defeat it if they went all out, but they couldn't kill it.

If you encounter a top-tier vengeful spirit like Jin Sheng or Xiao Ba, then being able to escape is already considered lucky.

After folding and pressing the man's skin tightly, Han Fei stuffed it into the altar, and then had Yinglong search the items in the shop.

Yinglong worked in a convenience store for a long time, saw all sorts of good things, and developed a keen eye that could spot treasures that ordinary people would hardly notice.

"Manager, there's a lot of resentment left on the wigs in this barbershop."

Yinglong led Han Fei deep into the barbershop, and after lifting the bed, everyone was stunned.

Other barbershops shave customers' heads, but this shop shaves their heads directly.

The barber shop owner cut off the heads of those filled with regret and resentment, using their hatred and despair to nourish the hair. The hair was filled with yin energy, like the strongest rope.

"Is the yin energy in this hair of any use to you?"

"it works."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's drain the yin energy and run! If the barber shop manager catches us now, even if we haven't done anything wrong, we probably won't be able to explain ourselves."

Inside the barbershop were rows of human heads, each with a pained expression. Han Fei was helping them find relief.

Han Fei had never imagined that such a small barbershop would harbor so much yin energy and living corpses. It seemed the barbershop owner was plotting something big.

After absorbing the last trace of yin energy in the barbershop, Ku's body underwent a strange transformation.

The child's cries rang in my ears, affecting all the remnants within a ten-meter radius. Sadness, pain, despair, and countless negative emotions surged from the depths of my heart, crashing against my reason like waves.

The air became extremely oppressive, and all the joy and happiness in the world seemed to vanish in an instant, as if God had pressed a switch to control human emotions at that moment, leaving only grief and despair in the hearts of everyone and even ghosts.

Blood and tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. The thin man stretched out his hands and picked up the dilapidated, neglected altar. From the bottom of the altar, he pulled out a crumpled photograph.

In the photo, you can vaguely see a timid child, and next to him stands an adult whose face has been smeared off.

The yin energy solidified, almost becoming tangible, and the person with bloodshot eyes stared intently at the photograph, looking at themselves in it.

He reached out several times to try to destroy the photo, but he still couldn't.

The photo seemed to represent something in his memory, something he thought he could destroy by becoming stronger and more terrifying, but it turned out he couldn't.

His fingernails dug through his skin, and despair and pain drove him out of control. Sharp spikes began to sprout from his thin body, like thorns.

Those thorns, countless times sharper than knives, are all transformed from the emotions of sadness and pain. Having absorbed a large amount of Yin energy, Ku seems to have gained new abilities. He can not only influence the emotions of others, but also express his own sadness and pain in another form.

"The stronger the resentment, the more intense the pain and despair in their hearts?" Han Fei knew about the child's ordeal, and he felt sorry for him.

Reaching out, Han Fei gently grasped the thorn-covered arm and squatted down in front of the crying woman: "Don't worry, you'll be able to do what you want to do sooner or later. We'll all be with you."

(End of this chapter)