My Healing Games

Chapter 231 I'm willing to become the monster they call me by means of you
The woman possessed a unique beauty, intense and alluring, carrying a strong scent of blood that made those who saw her tremble with fear and fall head over heels for her.

She merely twitched the corner of her lips, and that smile made the entire blood mist pale.

The stark contrast between the ugly, terrifying pig-face mask and the other half of the fair, exquisitely beautiful face sent a shock through everyone who saw it.

The one-eyed, pig-faced monster also saw the woman's smile. Its roar gradually subsided, and the woman's figure was reflected in its scarlet pig eyes. Blackish-red blood flowed from its crooked mouth, revealing jagged teeth covered in bits of flesh.

It took a step forward and noticed that the woman's gaze was still fixed on a certain spot.

Then it seemed to understand something and turned to look behind it.

As the pig-faced monster twisted its neck, the woman in the blood mist suddenly began to accelerate without any warning.

Blood mist drifted behind them, vicious curses mingled with the extreme crimson, and the thin, cicada-wing-like dinner knife seemed to transform into bright red lines, its sharpness as if it could slice through the entire filthy world.

"Oh!"

The heavy cleaver barely blocked the dinner knife, and the immense force caused the woman's body to lean backward. But at that moment, the woman, whose outer clothes were stained with blood, made a movement that no living person could possibly make.

The knife in her hand instantly multiplied into several. The pig-faced monster had no idea how those knives appeared; it only saw itself block the woman's first slash, after which the knife in the woman's hand bloomed like a flower of blood.

Sharp blades severed the black blood vessels on the pig-faced monster's arms.

Blood gushed out, but the woman landed steadily. She gripped the knife in her hand, and the way she looked at the pig-faced monster was not like she was looking at a living creature, but more like she was looking at some kind of food to be processed.

Unlike the pig-faced monster's wide-ranging, brutal, and frenzied attacks, the woman aimed her knife at the monster's weakest point each time she struck, seemingly wanting to dismember it alive.

This might be the mark of a top chef, maintaining the freshness of ingredients until the very last moment before presenting death as a gift to the recipient.

Blinded in one eye and severely injured in the chest and abdomen, the pig-faced monster, nearly three meters tall, appeared stiff and clumsy in front of the woman, like a piece of fat meat on a chopping board.

Blood splattered, the air became humid, and the blood mist became even thicker.

The pig-faced monster gradually slowed down, realizing that it was no match for the woman. Perhaps it would have had a chance if it hadn't been injured, but if it continued to fight her, death was only a matter of time.

Mentally, he began to back down, and his actions became more defensive.

After the pig-faced monster forced the woman back once again, it did not hesitate and turned to run away.

The woman was very agile and fast; it had to run away as fast as it could to have a chance to survive.

The monster, who lives by killing, is now being hunted, causing its hunger-driven brain to fear ending up on someone else's dinner table.

Completely absorbed by the woman behind him, the pig-faced monster was oblivious to the cold, emotionless gaze fixed on its neck from a dark corner of the alley.

The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer; Han Fei, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, had been waiting for this moment.

He has never been a tolerant or magnanimous person. In the deeper world, tolerance and forbearance will only encourage the other party to take advantage of you. On the other hand, if you are vengeful, the other party will think more about the consequences before targeting you.

Because if I can't kill you in one go, it will invite your continuous revenge.

The pig-faced monster made this mistake; its mind, driven by hunger, led it to make the wrong choice.

Staying put and guarding the corpse was the only chance to kill Han Fei at that time, but unfortunately, it didn't cherish it.

As the world turns, it did not kill Han Fei, but Han Fei was not prepared to give it a way out.

While the pig-faced monster and the woman were confronting each other, Han Fei had already calculated the distance between himself and the monster, and he had also simulated the actions he was about to take countless times in his mind.

With a plan in mind, Han Fei considered all possible scenarios. He adjusted his breathing and concealed all his aura, just like a corpse lying in a corner.

The heavy footsteps finally approached, accompanied by a pungent smell of blood and a strong stench, as the pig-faced monster sprinted to the corner of the alley.

It no longer cared about the huge hole in its chest and abdomen; it even stepped on its own protruding organs.

The path was strewn with blood, and its body was in excruciating pain, but it dared not have any other thoughts.

Run for your lives! Run for your lives!

Its strong will to survive drove it desperately to get away from the woman behind it, focusing all its attention on what was behind it and ignoring its surroundings.

How could the pig-faced monster, whose brain was completely dominated by hunger, possibly understand the treachery and cunning of the living?

At the end of the seemingly peaceful alley, just as the pig-faced monster approached, a figure suddenly appeared in the dense darkness!
Han Feika timed everything perfectly; everything was going according to plan, including the pig-faced monster's actions at that moment. He even predicted the pig-faced monster's first reaction upon seeing him.

"die!"

Without any hesitation, the black python had already burrowed into the ghost pattern. Han Fei didn't care about being injured a second time. The killing intent in his heart, like an icy sea, surged up and could no longer be suppressed!
His body, enhanced by the ghostly markings, exuded a strong yin energy. Han Fei leaped up and pounced directly at the pig-faced monster's neck.

With his eyes fixed on the monster, Han Fei plunged the boning knife, filled with hatred, into the pig-faced monster's neck with lightning speed!
"what!"

With veins bulging and muscles in his arms bursting with all their might, Han Fei gripped the hilt of his sword, trying to sever the pig-faced monster's head, but unfortunately, he still lacked the stamina.

The boning knife could only cut halfway before it could go no further, and the enormous pig-faced monster raised its exaggeratedly large cleaver.

Han Fei had anticipated the other party's reaction. Unable to draw his boning knife, he decisively let go, leaving the knife in the pig-faced monster's neck.

The boning knife still held the spirits of a family of six, who were killed by the pig-faced monster and harbored intense hatred for all pig-faced monsters.

The boning knife, full of cracks, is not actually sharp; what is sharp is hatred.

Once the knife pierces the pig-faced monster's body, hatred will entwine around it.

The monster, focused solely on escaping, never imagined that someone would be hiding at the seemingly ordinary alleyway corner.

The butchers in Animal Alley usually work alone, but the two guys it encountered seemed to have planned it in advance, working together seamlessly.

A large gash was torn open in its chest and abdomen, one eye was gouged out, and a boning knife was stuck in its neck. Even if the pig-faced monster was incredibly resilient, it was now on the verge of death.

Its running speed slowed down significantly, and as the blood mist enveloped it, fear appeared for the first time in its eyes, which were dominated by hunger.

"Are you scared too?" Han Fei had finished what he needed to do and quickly retreated.

A crimson mist enveloped the alley. Stepping on the bloodstains, the woman wearing a half-mask chased after them like a grim reaper.

She was incredibly fast and agile; the pig-faced monster couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes and could only watch helplessly as more and more wounds accumulated on her body.

With its arms and legs almost completely severed, the enormous monster was nothing more than a slightly larger piece of food in the woman's hands.

As the last line of blood slid across the surface, the pig-faced monster's arm, which had been wielding the cleaver, fell to the ground, a truly shocking sight.

The woman seemed to cut along the muscle fibers; even in the midst of intense combat, she easily found the gaps in the bones and the weak points in the connections between the tendons.

Heaven knows how many living creatures she dissected to develop such skillful techniques.

Her killings possessed a unique beauty, almost like blood-red art.

Han Fei, holding the giant black python that had just emerged from the ghostly patterns, was also stunned.

A woman wearing a half-mask strolled through the rain of blood. She walked past quietly, leaving only neatly dismembered body parts on the ground.

The pig-faced monster was still howling, but it had lost the ability to resist, like meat on a chopping board.

"How can something so cruel and insane evoke such an indescribable beauty?"

The woman did not allow the pig-faced monster to approach Han Fei, nor did she herself approach Han Fei.

This anomaly puzzled Han Fei slightly. When the pig-faced monster was on its last breath, he stepped out of the darkness and took the initiative to approach it.

But to his surprise, upon seeing him approach, the woman immediately stopped, abandoned the pig-faced monster on the ground, and retreated, leaving herself in the blood mist.

Through the nearly dismembered body of the one-eyed, pig-faced monster, Han Fei and the woman stood on opposite sides of the alley.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei finally uttered the name.

"Xu Qin?"

The woman in the blood mist neither nodded nor shook her head; she simply pointed to the mask on her face and signaled Han Fei to stop approaching.

The woman seemed to be in a state of confusion and madness; even from a distance, one could feel the strong stench of blood and the chilling murderous intent emanating from her.

His outer garments were completely soaked in blood, and his eyes beneath the mask were filled with curses.

She seemed to be on the verge of losing control, which reminded Han Fei of what had happened before.

The curse can give Xu Qin power, but it will also make her lose herself. The negative effects can only be countered by constantly eating.

Han Fei knew that Xu Qin had her own difficulties, but he still resolutely moved forward.

It's a very simple principle: when faced with difficult problems, two people can at least share the burden and rely on each other.

As Han Fei approached, the woman retreated into the blood mist. She pointed again at the mask on her face, which seemed to have grown into her face.

"Is it because of that mask that you don't want me to pass?"

Han Fei took out a tattered mask from his pocket, looked at the woman in the blood mist, and then raised his hand to put the mask on his face.

"If you think wearing a mask will turn you into a monster, then I'll go with you."

Pressing the switch in his mind to control his emotions, Han Fei, with the help of his masterful acting skills, allowed his emotions and memories to settle. He was truly prepared to try wearing the mask.

Just as the mask was about to touch his face, a surge of blood mist rushed in, and a sharp blade knocked the mask off from the side.

Looking at the broken mask fragments in his hand, Han Fei raised his head. The woman in the blood-red coat had somehow walked up to him.

(End of this chapter)