My Healing Games

Chapter 235 The Manager of the Meat Processing Plant

There were no animals in Animal Alley.

After witnessing the formation of the pig-faced mask, Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine. It was not the beasts that slaughtered the living in the most cruel way, but the living themselves.

The older brother, possessing a fearless character, endured excruciating pain and torment as he tried to climb the pillar to remove his younger brother's mask.

But the younger brother stared coldly at his older brother, filled with hatred and resentment. It seemed to wish that his older brother would die quickly, just like himself, and become neither human nor ghost.

The twins looked alike, but their personalities were completely different.

In the alley of beasts, one was covered in blood and turned into a pig's face mask; the other, with his flesh and bones torn apart, still maintained his human dignity.

The complexities of human nature become stark in Animal Alley; in this chaotic and insane place, there is no third option.

The older brother was still struggling on the iron hook, while the pig-faced monster looked at him and let out a piercing laugh.

A moment later, an extremely obese pig-faced monster "walked" out of the room behind the blood pool. It seemed that it was this monster that had caused the iron hook to pierce the brother's shoulder.

Unlike other pig-faced monsters, this monster's body is severely degenerated, and it has very few features that resemble a human.

Its enormous body barely squeezed out of the room, its legs stuck together, and its feet and back covered with thick veins extending in all directions.

Some of the blood vessels connect to the factory, while others extend into bottomless pools of blood, seemingly an integral part of the meat processing plant.
Upon seeing the obese monster emerge, the pig-faced man beside the blood pool stopped laughing. He seemed terrified of the creature and turned to leave.

"A monster that even monsters are afraid of?"

Han Fei's gaze swept over the pig-faced monster connected to the flesh and blood factory. Its body was twice the size of an ordinary pig-faced monster, and a bell, somewhat like a wind chime, hung from its fat neck.

"This pig-faced monster is clearly different from the others. Is it the manager of the meat processing plant? If we can kill it, will the plant descend into chaos?"

Concealing his murderous intent, Han Fei slowly tightened his grip on the boning knife. He knew that killing his opponent would not be easy; he had to find the right opportunity.

"The pig-faced monster covered in veins can control things in the meatpacking plant. Only by killing it can we save the souls pierced by the iron hooks." Looking at the remnant souls hanging on the right side of the scale, although they were covered in wounds and their bodies were severely damaged, their souls contained a special power.

That power was so potent that even the blood pool couldn't dissolve it; it was extremely rare in the deep world, like the most brilliant part of human nature that had been refined.

"There are no other monsters in the meat processing plant now, but I'm afraid my strength alone is not enough..." Han Fei was still thinking about how to kill the other party when a loud noise suddenly came from the main gate of the meat processing plant. The walls collapsed and the window glass shattered, as if people were fighting at the factory gate.

Han Fei, who was about to make a move, silently concealed his presence.

A few minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded, and two blood-covered pig-faced monsters walked into the meat processing plant warily.

The shorter monster was dragging two corpses of its own kind, each covered in fine wounds, their masks completely shattered.

Another pig-faced monster was over three meters tall; it was the strongest monster Han Fei had seen since entering the Animal Alley.

The monster, which was over three meters tall, had strange patterns drawn on its body with blood, resembling totems. Upon closer inspection, these patterns even bore some resemblance to the ghostly markings on Han Fei's body.

However, what attracted Han Fei's attention the most was not the ghostly markings on the monster's body, but the person it was holding in its hand.

"cry?"

The small boy had his eyes tightly closed, his body was completely twisted and deformed, and his skin was covered with strange symbols drawn in blood.

Whenever the crying tries to struggle, all the symbols emit a strong smell of blood.

"Did they cry so hard they looked like pigs?"

The pig-faced monsters don't cooperate with each other; the crying must have been a continuous battle, and in the end, the pig-faced monster, which was over three meters tall, tricked them.

Looking at the strange patterns on the monster's body, Han Fei became cautious, thinking that the pig-faced monster must possess some kind of special ability.

The short, pig-faced monster threw the corpses of its kind into the blood pool. The corpses and shattered masks dissolved together in the blood pool. After it finished doing this, it secretly glanced at the fat, pig-faced monster.

The other party appeared to be the manager of the meat processing plant; the short, pig-faced monster wanted some reward.

The fat pig-faced manager seemed to be in a bad mood today. After approaching the short pig-faced monster, it directly inserted a blood vessel into the short monster's chest, sucked up several mouthfuls of flesh and blood, and then threw the short monster aside.

Instead of receiving the reward, he lost a lot of flesh and blood, making his short body even weaker.

It glanced fearfully at its two brethren in the meatpacking plant, then scrambled and crawled toward the exit.

After absorbing the flesh and blood, the pig-faced manager showed a satisfied expression, and then it set its sights on the pig-faced monster that was over three meters tall.

The fight Han Fei had hoped for did not happen. The monster, which was over three meters tall, obediently carried Ku to the edge of the blood pool and threw Ku into it.

The moment the tears touched the blood, the entire pool of blood boiled!

The malice that had settled in the pool of blood seemed to bind Ku like chains, and the dark red blood at the bottom of the pool began to rise, like tiny hands tearing at Ku's body.

The skin was soaked with blood, and the eerie symbols that imprisoned the crying were washed away along with his skin; the pain was unimaginable.

A mournful cry echoed above the pool of blood, and negative emotions of sorrow and pain began to affect the masks and remnants of souls hanging on either side of the scales.

The pig-faced manager hadn't expected that Cry's ability would induce despair in a wide area. It immediately manipulated the chains in the blood pool, dragging Cry directly into the depths of the blood pool.

After the crying subsided, the masks and remnants of souls on both sides of the scale returned to normal.

The pig-faced manager glared fiercely at the unusually large monster. If it hadn't left the room and discovered the problem immediately, the crying might have really caused a huge mess.

The lingering resentment formed a vortex in the blood pool, and the crying gradually subsided.

Han Fei's heart also sank, and he worried that even crying would become a mask.

Ordinary remnant souls undergo immediate changes after being thrown into the blood pool, but crying souls are different.

The vortex of resentment lasted for more than ten minutes before it disappeared. The pig-faced manager then used black iron hooks to scoop up the crying creature.

There wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on its body, and most of its yin energy had dissipated from its crying. However, its core memories not only didn't disappear, but instead became clearer under the tempering of the blood pool.

Crying had always been afraid to face certain scenes from her memory, but under the threat of her soul being scattered and in unimaginable torment, it had unknowingly merged with the memories she had been avoiding.

Crying is different from other resentments. The stronger other resentments are, the larger they become, but it's the opposite.

At this moment, those most painful memories had seeped into its body, supporting its frail frame once more.

The pig-faced manager and the other monster only saw the dying Cry; neither of them noticed that when Cry was pulled from the blood pool by the iron hook, he had already stopped crying.

The rusty iron hook dragged Cry toward the edge of the blood pool. Just as the pig-faced manager was about to check Cry's condition again, a scream suddenly came from the entrance of the meat processing plant.

The two monsters looked behind them and saw a human head with a pig's face rolling on the ground. The short, pig-faced monster who had left first had been beheaded!
A woman's maniacal laughter echoed through the vast meat processing plant. As the stench of blood intensified, a figure walked towards the blood pool.

The pervasive blood mist resembled the hem of her skirt, and her bright red lips outlined a breathtaking curve.

Blood dripped continuously from the knife in her hand, and Xu Qin, completely out of control, appeared in the meat processing plant.

All the butchers were chasing her, and she still dared to come to this place!
The pig-faced manager didn't bother to check the crying's abnormality and simply hung it on the upper right of the black scales.

It tried to move its heavy body back to the room deepest inside the meat processing plant, but Xu Qin, who had gone mad, had already rushed over.

With a roar, the pig-faced manager and the monster over three meters tall were forced to fight back, as Xu Qin held them back.

Seeing this, Han Fei, who was hiding behind the machine, knew that his chance had finally come.

He released the blood-red paper figure, determined to get ahead of the meatpacking plant managers and enter the deepest room in the plant.

(End of this chapter)