My Healing Games

Chapter 232 Mourning
The strong smell of blood almost made Han Fei unable to open his eyes. He didn't know what the woman in front of him had gone through in Animal Alley. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.

Reaching into his inner pocket, Han Fei pulled out a dinner knife wrapped in human skin.

"Someone stole your knife, and I want to return it to you."

Holding the cursed blade in his hand, Han Fei extended the hilt of the sword towards the woman.

"The thief said that if you are missing a knife, your curse will be incomplete and your power will be weakened."

At this moment, the opponent only needs to grasp the hilt of the knife and push it forward to easily pierce the blade into his body.

In the deeper world, besides Han Fei, there probably wouldn't be anyone else who would dare to hand over a cursed knife to someone else like that.

Different faces flashed in the eyes beneath the pig-face mask, and the woman slowly raised her pale, slender hand.

In the animal alley filled with mangled limbs and flesh, amidst the ever-spreading crimson fog, the woman gripped the hilt of a knife.

"Don't point the knife at yourself again." A familiar voice came from behind the mask, and the woman's words seemed to convey two meanings.

"I certainly wouldn't do this to anyone else." Han Fei loosened his grip on the blade, and a thin layer of dark blood flowed from his palm, but he seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

The moment Han Fei released his grip, the woman plunged the knife in her hand directly into the pig-face mask on the ground, and blood flowed from the seemingly ordinary mask.

Only after the mask shattered completely did the woman put away her knife.

Her scarlet eyes stared at Han Fei for a long time before she went into a dilapidated house next door and took out a dry branch.

Hearts were pierced on the cut branches, some of them still beating slightly.

"what is this?"

"Pig's heart".

The woman tossed the branch to Han Fei, then glanced at his side. The black python tried to crawl forward as if to please him, but the woman turned and went back into the old house next door, seemingly wanting to get something else.

The black python stopped halfway through its climb, opening its pitch-black mouth as if silently calling out, sensing that the woman no longer recognized it in its current form.

Holding the pig's heart, Han Fei cautiously approached the one-eyed pig-faced monster on the ground.

The monster's body was almost completely dismembered, yet it still clung to life.

When it saw Han Fei approaching, the ferocity on its ugly face vanished, and it made an expression just like a human.

Its black eyes lost focus and the bloodshot color faded. It made a very weak sound, as if it was begging Han Fei for mercy and hoping that Han Fei would let it go.

"Letting you go is to hurt more innocent people."

The pig-faced monster knew it couldn't escape this fate. Its eyes were filled with malice, as if it could already see Han Fei's end. They would all eventually sink into a hell of flesh and blood.

"I want to become the Midnight Butcher, not because I enjoy killing, nor because blood brings me pleasure and excitement, but simply because I want the right to wield a knife and to live a better life."

"If killing can bring safety and hope to the residents of the building, then I'm willing to be a butcher or any other profession."

Grasping the boning knife in his right hand, Han Fei wasted no more time and used all his strength to chop off the pig-faced monster's head.

Blood stained his clothes. After the pig-faced monster lost its last breath, Han Fei received a notification from the system.

"Rating 4! Killing is a job for a butcher. No matter what the creature on the chopping block is, death is the last gift the butcher gives to his prey."

People kill livestock for food and eat their flesh.

The monster in Animal Alley slaughtered the entire Wang family, and their mutilated corpses were piled up in the corner of the alley.

One kills for survival, the other for pleasure; both are acts of killing, but they are fundamentally different.

The system's evaluation of Han Fei just now also conveyed this idea: there are different kinds of butchers.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully completed the killing quest! Based on the quest evaluation, your compatibility with the hidden class Midnight Butcher is now 75%!"

"Note! The higher the job fit, the better you can leverage your job characteristics and abilities!"

"You now possess the basic qualifications to become the Midnight Butcher! You can discern the soul of most butcher knives!"

"The butcher's knife is crucial to the midnight butcher. A good butcher's knife can greatly improve the professional fit, while a bad butcher's knife may even want to kill its user at any moment."

"If you are sure you want to change jobs, please take your chosen weapon and head to the Butcher's House!"

"Butcher's House (Hidden building in the hidden map): At the northernmost part of Animal Alley, there is a red house that only people with bloodstained hands can see."

"Attention! Please remember to wear a mask before entering that building!"

After completing the killing mission, Han Fei was qualified to become the Midnight Butcher, but the final job change location was at the Butcher's House.

"Butcher's House? Isn't that where Spider killed her other eight personalities? And why do we have to wear masks? Isn't the thing Spider hates most about people wearing pig-face masks?"

Han Fei read the mission information over and over again. The system only warned him that he must wear the mask, but did not say that he could not complete the mission without wearing it.

"The tasks in this Animal Alley are all eerie, so I'd better be prepared for the worst."

Xu Qin shattered one mask, but the pig-faced monster on the ground still had another mask on its head.

Han Fei wiped away the bloodstains and put the item into his inventory.

He was one step closer to changing jobs, had found Xu Qin, and would be able to log out of the game at any time after completing the mission. With one piece of good news after another, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer so nervous.

"For a butcher, the butcher's knife is very important and cannot be replaced casually. There are so many knives in this Animal Alley, I guess I need to choose carefully."

As Han Fei spoke, he looked at the boning knife in his hand. The information he saw now was completely different from what he had seen before.

"Mourning Gate (Damaged G-Rank Butcher Knife): Imprisons the souls of a family of six, its blade wielded with hatred! The blade was shattered due to the evil spirit within it having turned against its user, carrying an extremely ominous curse."

"Attention! Because you were lucky enough to save his family, you are temporarily qualified to use this knife. But if you want to use this knife as your weapon, be prepared to be devoured."

"Overall assessment: This is a knife that has backfired on its user. It is more powerful and more dangerous than you imagine! After using this knife, your class compatibility will drop to 65%, and you will most likely be cursed."

Han Fei frowned after seeing the system's evaluation, and then he tried to pick up the cleaver again.

The moment Han Fei touched the cleaver, his finger was cut.

The cleaver, soaked in the blood of the pig-faced monster, was filled with malice towards Han Fei. He endured the pain and checked, discovering that using the cleaver for a job change would lower his class compatibility to below 50%, potentially leading to a failed job change.

"It's really hard to find a knife that suits you."

Han Fei only discovered the malice of the pig-faced monster after touching the cleaver. He remembered that the pig-faced monster would smash the butcher's knife after killing someone, and now he wanted to try it too.

Raising his boning knife, Han Fei chopped down at the edge of the cleaver.

The six vengeful spirits within the Gate of Death frantically gnawed at the malice and killing intent within the cleaver. Without its master, the cleaver was powerless to resist, and the bright red bloodstains on its blade began to slowly fade.

After the bloodstains on the boning knife completely disappeared, bloodstains began to appear on the pale white boning knife, and the fine cracks on the blade seemed to have decreased.

(End of this chapter)