My Healing Games

Chapter 257 Even in the Underworld, He'll Be the Center of Attention

"my heart!"

Eight fleshy legs moved in the operating room. The doctor's chest and abdomen were cleaved open with a scalpel, and countless black blood vessels gathered at the wounds, but the wounds could not be healed no matter what.

He clutched his empty chest, his face contorted with rage.

The items inside were scattered all over the floor, the shelves were overturned, and the doctor was scrambling across the ruins. He was the person closest to that heart.

"We must stop him." Han Fei also set his sights on the heart rolling on the ground, but his strength was too weak. As long as his physical body was touched by the vengeful ghost, he would be instantly left with a critical condition.

Faced with a massive vengeful spirit, what he could do was not to compete with it, but to hinder and obstruct it; he wanted to take the opportunity to weaken the doctor's strength.

Using the animal mask, Han Fei, like a silent ghost, quietly followed the doctor with his knife.

Han Fei would also casually finish off any pig-faced monsters who were accidentally knocked down by the doctor, helping them end their painful lives.

It wasn't just the doctor and Han Fei who wanted to seize the half of the heart; many outsiders also had their eyes on it. They discovered that as long as they got close to the heart, the curse from Animal Alley would be suppressed.

To put it another way, something that can drive a doctor to such a frenzy must be extremely important.

More and more people joined in the looting, and the doctor went on a killing spree, but even so, he could not deter everyone.

The monsters in Butcher's House have all gone mad. Outside is the true form of the Flesh Spider, and inside is the out-of-control Xu Qin. Staying here is certain death, and even if you escape, you will have to endure the torment of the curse of Animal Alley.

In this situation, taking away that kind heart is definitely a very good choice.

The chaos of human nature is vividly displayed here; once the unsolvable curse has an antidote, the fragile alliance will collapse instantly.

With the outsider's full resistance gone, the spider's flesh and blood finally entered the building. The bloodied writer stared at the heart that had fallen from the doctor's chest, and his body began to move again.

Flesh and blood surged toward the center like a torrent.

"You're a persistent ghost! Why can't I kill you?!" The doctor's anger was ignited. As he was drawn to the spider's flesh and blood, Han Fei seized the opportunity to approach and slash at one of the doctor's legs.

Blood splattered, and as the severed leg fell, the twisted flesh emitted a joyful laugh from the remnant souls, who had finally found release.

In the brief moment of distraction, one of his legs was severed. The doctor was furious; he had never seen such a disgusting and insidious enemy.

He wanted to tear Han Fei to pieces, but he didn't have the time. If he hesitated even slightly, the spider might find its own heart again.

Despite the excruciating pain, the doctor disregarded everything else and rushed directly to the heart encased in blood and flesh.

Seeing that the doctor ignored him, Han Fei became bolder. But just as he chased after the doctor, preparing to draw his knife a second time, the landlord's ring on his hand suddenly emitted a chill that almost froze his finger off.

Han Fei stopped in his tracks, his body trembling instinctively. When he looked at a certain place while holding the Rebirth Blade, his pupils instantly shrank.

In a corner of the ruins stood a pale-faced woman. She gave Han Fei the feeling of a ghostly figure getting closer and closer to him in reality!
"Butterfly?"

Just because of this one guess, Han Fei's heart could no longer be at peace. He gripped the hilt of his sword and looked at the other person as he would in reality.

The butcher's house was in complete chaos, but the woman was staring intently at Han Fei, her face expressionless, holding a book with its cover torn off.

Two other figures lay sprawled on the floor of the room behind her.

One of them was all muscle; his mask was smashed, his features were flattened, and his body looked as if it had been crushed and hit by a tremendous force.

The other one was probably a student; he was wearing headphones, his neck was covered in marks from being strangled, his eyes were bulging, and a large part of his chest was sunken in.

"The Spider's second secondary personality, the thug? And a student personality that represents the Spider's inner yearning for the outside world?"

Under Han Fei's gaze, the expressionless woman took out a mask and put it on her face.

She made no attempt to conceal the numbers behind the mask, and when the mask was on her face, Han Fei could vaguely see the other half of a butterfly's wing.

"Number Nine? Spider's reader personality?"

Of all the personality types, the ninth personality is the most unique. Even Spider's psychologist couldn't figure out whether this personality was the first or the last to appear.

She was clearly entangled with the spider from birth to death, yet her presence was extremely weak, like an outsider deliberately ignored by everyone.

In real-life films, there are very few scenes depicting the reader's personality; in fact, most of the time it's just about letters.

"The spider is the writer, writing a book with its life; the butterfly is the reader, the only one in the whole world who has read this book."

Spiders and butterflies are mortal enemies, but writers and readers are soulmates. Because they understand each other, they both know that they must completely destroy the other!
When the ninth alternate personality appeared, Han Fei felt as if he had returned to reality. The approaching ghostly figure brought with it an indescribable sense of terror and oppression.

Spider's ninth personality is probably the one closest to the butterfly. The doctor makes all the decisions on the surface, while the reader observes from the shadows. Perhaps even the doctor doesn't know that the other wing of the butterfly is the reader.

When the plan went wrong and unexpected events occurred frequently, the ninth sub-personality finally emerged from the shadows.

Holding the Rebirth Blade protectively in front of him, Han Fei had never been so focused before. He couldn't exit the game yet; if it fell into Number Nine's hands, she might take him back and imprison him forever.

Number Nine's gaze lingered between Han Fei and that heart, and finally she made her decision.

Reaching out, he tore a page from the book without a cover. Dipping his fingertip in blood, Number Nine sketched Han Fei's face simply on the eerie page.

After she finished drawing, fine wounds appeared all over Han Fei's body. As time went by, those wounds began to enlarge, as if they wanted to tear his skin apart.

"A curse?" Han Fei hadn't recovered from the pain when the landlord's ring on his finger once again emitted a bone-chilling cold. He looked up and saw that the ninth personality wasn't chasing the spider's heart, but was rushing towards him!

"The butterfly actually chose me over the spider?!"

He couldn't understand how, in such a critical moment, the ninth personality, bewitched by the butterfly, would abandon the spider's heart and choose to kill himself first.

"Does the butterfly perceive me as a greater threat than the spider?"

When he was cursed, Han Fei already sensed something was wrong. His speed and strength were far inferior to Number Nine's, so it wouldn't be difficult for the other party to kill him.

"Firefly Dragon!"

Han Fei gripped his sword and retreated. He knew that Yinglong might not be able to stop the opponent, so he prepared for the worst in advance. Before the curse could fully erupt, he ran directly towards Xu Qin's location.

If he had to choose a way to die, he would rather die at Xu Qin's hands, so that if he became a ghost, he would have a powerful backer to cling to, and at least he wouldn't be considered a wandering, lonely ghost.

Running at full speed, Han Fei didn't forget to observe the situation inside the building as he retreated. The doctor and the outsiders were both chasing after the heart, but the heart seemed to have eyes and was very agile.

As it kept dodging, it got closer and closer to the flesh-and-blood spider outside the building. Just then, Xu Qin, who had finished slaughtering the pig-faced monster, blocked the path that the half-heart was destined to take.

The curse and blood surged forth, and the heart, encased in flesh and blood, immediately changed direction, seemingly wanting to reunite with the flesh and blood spider from a different angle.

But just as it changed direction, Han Fei, who was running for his life, rushed over, and the two collided!
Han Fei felt a sudden heaviness in his chest; he hadn't expected to bump into half a human heart.

After a moment of surprise, Han Fei broke out in a cold sweat, and the landlord's ring on his hand was emitting a chilling aura that seemed about to crack.

He held the heart in his hands and looked around; all the ghosts and monsters in the butcher's house were staring at him.

(End of this chapter)