My Healing Games

Chapter 244 You'll know once you let me cut you?
The elderly man living in room 301 is one of the oldest residents in the building. He is kind and gentle to everyone and never puts on airs.

He helps his neighbors whenever they are in trouble, and he gets along well with everyone. Everyone greets him warmly as "Hello, Uncle Li."

Each resident in the building has their own responsibilities. The old man is highly respected and well-liked, so everyone elected him to be the acting building manager.

The elderly man usually takes the initiative to mediate between his neighbors and resolve conflicts. If any outsiders want to move into the building, they must obtain his consent.

Uncle Li's cloudy eyes looked at the young man standing in the center of the room. He vaguely remembered that the young man had returned to the building with Xu Qin, and his name seemed to be Han Fei.

"Uncle Li, my sister has sacrificed so much for me, and I don't want to be a burden to her. Is there anything I can do for her in this building? As long as you can give me the mask, everything is negotiable." Han Fei was a little shy; he wasn't good at communicating with people and didn't dare to look the other person in the eye when he spoke.

Uncle Li wore a kind smile. He had seen countless people and could roughly determine Han Fei's character from his words and actions.

The young man in front of me is rather introverted. He probably doesn't talk much and isn't good at interacting with people. He always keeps things to himself.

"Actually, I really want to help you, but the key is that I'm not the only one who makes the decisions in this building."

"Uncle Li, I'm very hardworking and can endure hardship. You can give me any dirty or tiring work in the building." Han Fei covered the injury on his shoulder and looked at Uncle Li earnestly.

This was the first time in Uncle Li's life that he had ever seen such a sincere gaze. Under Xu Qin's protection, this young man was like a piece of jade that had not been tainted by malice.

A flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and the old man's cloudy eyes slowly moved. For someone full of malice, the more beautiful and simple something is, the more exciting it is to destroy.

"Since you're so considerate of your sister, I'll make an exception and help you this time." The old man seemed to be genuinely considering how to help Han Fei: "This building doesn't tolerate idlers. What have you done before? Where have you worked? What are your specialties?"

Upon hearing the elderly man's question, Han Fei remained silent for a while before speaking: "Although I am young, I have a lot of work experience. I started out working in a convenience store. I am hardworking and enthusiastic about my work, and I get along well with my colleagues. Later, in order to help the store manager share the burden, I took the initiative to do the hardest and most dangerous work. The store manager was very moved when he found out, and we became inseparable friends."

“I am a very ambitious person. While working at a convenience store, I studied education-related knowledge on my own. Hard work pays off, and I was eventually accepted as a teacher at a school. I get along very well with my students. They feel that I am like a father to them, giving them unprecedented care and attention.”

When Han Fei reminisces about the work he has done and recalls those wonderful things, a faint smile appears on his lips.

Seeing Han Fei's unconscious smile, the old man's disgust intensified. Rather than blessing beautiful things, he preferred to tear all beautiful things apart.

"Is that all? That makes things a bit difficult. We already have a teacher in our building who usually takes care of the children." The old woman limped off the bed, seemingly rummaging through the room for something. "Besides these, what else are you good at?"

“When I was in my rural hometown, I helped my elders slaughter pigs. They were well-known butchers in the village, so I learned some skills in slaughtering livestock.” Standing in the butcher’s house, Han Fei asked the old man quite frankly, “You don’t have any butchers here, do you? This profession is very rare.”

"A butcher?" The old man was slightly taken aback, then scrutinized Han Fei repeatedly. He couldn't find any flaws in Han Fei, who seemed unaware that there was anything wrong with what he said: "There are all sorts of people in the building, but there is no butcher. You've come at the perfect time. But I want to see your skills. Come with me."

Uncle Li pushed open the door and walked towards a road completely unfamiliar to Han Fei: "Where's your sister? And the child who was with you?"

“My sister went to the writer’s house to look for clues. The child is at my sister’s house.” Han Fei didn’t know where the old man was going to take him. He just felt that the old man was very “kind” and “trustworthy”.

The two wandered around the corridor for a long time before finally arriving at a corner on the first floor.

Push open the door in front of you, and you'll find a staircase leading down into the room.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the air, and there was grime on the ground that hadn't been properly cleaned.

"Uncle Li, why did you bring me here?" Han Fei was a little reluctant to go in.

“We usually slaughter livestock here. This is a test for you, since this is the first time I’ve seen someone who makes a living as a butcher.” The old man knew very well that everyone in the Butcher’s House was a butcher, but they all had other professions to cover it up and would never openly admit that they were butchers.

"If you can pass the test, this will be your workplace from now on." Uncle Li led Han Fei up a long staircase. The underground structure of this building seemed to be more complex than the above-ground structure.

Upon reaching the second basement level, the old man opened a rusty iron door.

There was a solid wooden table in the room, and on the table was a large iron basin covered with a black cloth.

“You say you’re a butcher, so you should know a lot about meat. Look at what kind of meat is in that basin.” The old man gestured for Han Fei to go to the table, while he himself went to a large iron cabinet in the corner.

Lifting the black cloth, you can see processed chunks of meat in an iron basin. The texture of the meat and the smell it emits are quite unique.

Han Fei looked at it for a long time, then frowned.

"Well? Did you recognize it? As long as you can tell me what kind of meat this is, you can stay, get a job, and have your own mask." The old man searched for something in the iron cabinet without turning his head.

After a long time, the old man seemed to have finally found what he was looking for. He took out a rusty, blunt knife from the bottom of the iron cabinet.

His fingers, covered in age spots, stroked the blunt knife, and his features, turned away from Han Fei, began to contort.

"I can't recognize it, but I can be sure it's the meat of some kind of animal. It looks very familiar." Han Fei observed carefully. He didn't seem to notice that the old man holding the blunt knife had slowly turned around and his expression had completely changed.

"Animal meat?" The old man let out a nasty laugh, brandishing the knife in his hand. "Take another look? Are you sure that's animal meat?"

He slowly approached Han Fei, his mouth splitting open to reveal black and yellow teeth: "Touch that layer of skin, then touch your own skin, doesn't it feel... very similar!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly swung his knife at Han Fei with incredible speed, a stark contrast to his previous sluggishness.

Han Fei, who was prepared, dodged in advance, and his blunt knife struck the edge of the iron basin with a crisp sound, but the old man didn't care at all.

This is underground; even if we make a noise, no one will come.

"I'm sorry, you're not up to the job. As a butcher, how can you not even distinguish human flesh?" The old man's sinister laughter echoed from the ground.

“Some people are human, but some are no different from animals.” Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife from his inventory: “I just want to find a simple job, why do you always target me? Whether it’s the convenience store, the school, or now.”

Han Fei did not directly harm the old man because he wanted to test him to see if he was the one who stole the writer's manuscript.

It appears that the old man is testing Han Fei, but in reality, Han Fei is testing the old man. If the old man passes his test, he will share the secret with him. Ultimately, Han Fei is not a bloodthirsty person; he is mostly acting in self-defense.

"I felt something was wrong." Bloodshot veins appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, and those black impurities transformed into some kind of curse, causing his entire being to change: "Can a knife without a blade kill?"

"Why don't you let me cut you once and you'll know?" Han Fei stuffed the pitiful little black snake on his wrist into the ghost pattern, a faint yin aura swirling around him.

At the same time, footsteps sounded outside, and Xu Qin and Ku, who had been secretly following Han Fei, arrived at the second basement level.

“You’re not the person I’m looking for. Now you can go get some sleep.” Han Fei gripped the butcher’s knife, his face still bearing that sincere expression: “All things in this world are suffering. I’ve come to send you to the Pure Land.”

(End of this chapter)