My Healing Games

Chapter 236 Climbing the Scales of Humanity
Han Fei chose a very clever time. When he rushed into the deepest room of the meat processing plant, it was just as the factory manager and the pig-faced monster were forced to confront Xu Qin.

The veins behind the factory manager extended from the room, suggesting that the room held some kind of secret.

"If we can eliminate the administrators, everyone who has been tortured should have a chance to be saved!"

As the black python burrowed into the ghostly patterns, enduring the pain of the yin energy entering his body, Han Fei disregarded his injuries and ran with all his might towards the blood-red door at the deepest part of the factory.

The closer they got, the thicker the blood mist in the air became. At this moment, Han Fei was like a fish swimming against the current in a sea of ​​blood.

His wounds reopened, and the excruciating pain contorted his face.

He can quit the game now, he can leave, but what will happen to the rest of the players if he leaves?
With blood streaming from his mouth, Han Fei gripped the Deathly Dagger and charged straight into the room where the administrator lived.

As he entered the room, a piercing scream rang out behind him!

The factory manager sensed something and decisively abandoned Xu Qin, his obese body crashing into Han Fei like a small mountain.

Once the door is blocked, it will be difficult to escape, but Han Fei has no other choice now. This opportunity is once in a lifetime and he absolutely cannot miss it.

Upon entering the room, all I could see was blood.

The room was like a giant heart, with thick veins running through the walls, floor, and ceiling.

Dark red blood swirled within it, and one could even hear the sound of blood being poured into the pool.

"The veins behind the manager connect him to the entire factory, and he controls all the flesh and blood tools in the factory through these veins."

The more critical the situation, the calmer Han Fei became. Panic could not help him at all; only absolute calmness could increase his chances of survival.

Almost the instant he entered the house, Han Fei began to wield his boning knife, using the hatred of the family of six to sever the lifeblood within.

Only by preventing the managers from controlling anything in the factory could he have a chance to climb onto the black scales to rescue people; otherwise, those dozens of rusty iron hooks could easily pierce his body.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, splattering dark red blood everywhere. Han Fei's body was already soaked. He gritted his teeth and said, "I need to cut off a few more!"

Blood splattered with intense malice onto his body, burning his skin and leaving horrific scars, but Han Fei didn't care at all.

The eerie sound of wind chimes echoed through the factory. The furious factory manager wished he could tear Han Fei to pieces. He never imagined that there was someone hiding in the factory, let alone that that person could wield a butcher's knife!

His arm grew heavy, and Han Fei reached the depths of the room. He used the knife in his hand to stab the place where the blood vessels were most concentrated. As he severed the last blood vessel, the entire factory began to shake slightly, as if an earthquake had struck.

The iron hooks kept colliding, and tiny cracks appeared on the edge of the bottomless blood pool. Even the dark scales that held humanity began to tilt slightly!

Having done everything he could, Han Fei stood deep inside the room, while the monster was about to rush to the door.

With the road about to be blocked, Han Fei gripped the boning knife with his uninjured right hand. He had to leave; he had more important things to do next.

Without any hesitation, Han Fei rushed toward the door, as if he were about to collide with a monster several times his size.

"Fight!"

The pungent stench and the smell of blood mingled together, and Han Fei didn't even consider slowing down; he was determined to leave this room no matter what!

The blood-red paper figures released in advance delayed the factory manager by a second at the crucial moment. It was this one second that allowed Han Fei to rush out of the room first!
He didn't slow down. Just as he was about to collide with the monster's massive body, Han Fei only had time to twist his body so that his back was facing the monster.

When completing Zhang Guanxing's hidden mission, he gained a passive ability that reduced back damage.

Even so, he felt that his internal organs had been seriously injured, and his throat was full of blood.

No longer distracted by controlling the blood-red paper figure, Han Fei rolled to the ground, his gaze fixed on the black scales in the center of the blood pool.

As Xu Qin appeared, heavy footsteps could already be heard outside the factory, and the butchers who had locked onto her scent were rushing towards her.

Han Fei knew he didn't have much time left, and no matter what lay ahead—hell or death—he had to do it.

Enduring unimaginable pain, Han Fei got up from the ground. He looked at the blood hanging on the iron hook, took a few steps back, and then sprinted towards the blood pool at full speed like a madman.

With one foot on the edge of the blood pool, Han Fei used all his strength to jump toward the pillar in the center of the blood pool!

All the remnant souls saw his reckless demeanor, confronting his painful memories head-on. Even the crying soul, struggling in its deepest despair, saw Han Fei.

Falling into the blood pool means either your soul will be scattered or you will have to endure excruciating pain. Did Han Fei not know these things?

There are very few people in the world who are born brave, but there are many who are fully aware of the consequences, yet still choose to move forward.

"Oh!"

The bone struck the pillar in the center of the blood pool, tearing open the wound on Han Fei's shoulder and staining his back with blood.

Clutching the blood-stained black pillar tightly with both hands, Han Fei crawled toward the crying object as fast as he could.

All the pig-faced monsters seemed unable to enter the blood pool; their filthy bodies would simply melt away in the blood.

The factory manager saw Han Fei climb onto the scales with a butcher's knife, his eyes bloodshot and his fat hands slapping the ground hard.

Its ugly face was contorted as it grabbed the blood vessel that Han Fei had severed from the ground and plunged it directly into its own heart.

Fine blood vessels connected his veins to his heart, and the pig-faced monster used this method to barely control the black iron hook on the scales of humanity.

Han Fei was covered in wounds, and it was already very difficult for him to climb up the pillar while clinging to it. He could hardly avoid the thick iron hooks.

Even though he had planned every step carefully, an accident still happened. Han Fei could not retreat now. He knew that the higher he climbed, the more likely he was to be hooked, but he still moved towards the remnant soul and the crying.

Pig-faced monsters kept appearing outside the factory, and Xu Qin's pressure was slowly increasing.

The pig-faced monster at the edge of the blood pool let out a twisted laugh as it manipulated the iron hook to repeatedly grapple Han Fei's body.

By the time the iron hook struck for the fourth time, Han Fei's arm was almost powerless, and the iron hook in his eyes kept getting bigger.

My consciousness desperately tried to urge my body to dodge, but my arms and legs had reached their limits.

Just as the iron hook was about to pierce Han Fei's chest, something unexpected happened.

The remnant soul of the twin brother, who had just been suspended on the iron hook, endured the pain of being torn apart, shook the iron hook, and used his own body to shield Han Fei from the hook.

His abdomen was pierced, and the older brother looked incredibly miserable, but he gritted his teeth and looked at Han Fei, as if hoping that Han Fei could save the person he wanted to save and not end up like him.

"Thank you."

Han Fei grabbed the hook and continued climbing.

Unlike his twin brother, he climbed onto the scales with a boning knife!
The sharp hatred severed the blood vessels on the pig-face mask. As more and more pig-face masks shattered and fell, the scales of humanity began to tip toward Han Fei. He was about to touch the weeping that hung at the top.

(End of this chapter)