My Healing Games

Chapter 288 The Flower Deep Within the Soul?

Pairs of eyes stared at the constantly changing numbers on the elevator display screen. Some eyes concealed a bloodthirsty impulse, some were filled with suppressed despair, and others were filled with cold killing intent.

They all concealed their presence and waited quietly.

On the black elevator display screen, the red number looked like it was bleeding. A dozen seconds later, the elevator finally stopped.

The blood-stained elevator doors slowly opened to both sides, filling the room with a pungent smell of blood and a strong stench of decay. Then, a hand reached out from the elevator car.

The hands, covered in morbid scars, were a grayish-purple color. Several expensive rings adorned the swollen fingers, and as the body began to swell, the rings dug themselves deep into the flesh, as if they had grown into it.

A muffled breathing sound arose, and the hand slowly exerted force, dragging the large body out little by little.

The hand-sewn clothes were soaked in the corpse fluid and constantly emitted a foul stench. The tie hung diagonally on the fat neck, weighed down by thick layers of fat.

"The bookshelf has been moved?"

A hoarse voice came from cracked lips, and an incredibly ugly face was reflected in the shop window.

The foot that had stepped off the freight elevator stopped; the person seemed to have sensed something.

After a brief pause, he suddenly stepped back, his swollen fingers frantically pressing the elevator buttons.

The silver-gray elevator doors began to close, but they only closed halfway before malfunctioning and failing to close completely.

A strange crying sound rang out in the narrow elevator car. On the blood-stained walls, a dark eye suddenly opened, and then, as if some mechanism had been triggered, the temperature in the entire room suddenly plummeted!
Without warning, the stuck elevator door was slowly pried open, and two red words lit up on the elevator display screen: Overload.

A pair of pale hands appeared, and a series of ashen faces squeezed into the elevator car.

It's unclear who made the first move, but by the time the impeccably dressed monster realized what was happening, he was already surrounded in the center.

An uneasy growl came from its throat, and a faint black mist rose from beneath its clothes, which were soaked with corpse fluid.

As the cries drew closer, he rushed out of the freight elevator without hesitation!

The crying inside the room became shrill, and eyes opened on the office door.

Blood and tears dripped down, and a thin girl stood alone at the doorway, her dark eyes staring straight at the monster, a sweet smile on her lips.

The monster immediately closed its eyes, but it was too late. It found its movements slowing down, and its consciousness seemed to be pulled by some force, as if it were being forcibly taken away.

His consciousness struggled against the suction force, and he gradually lost control of his body. The despair deep within him was stirred up, and all the terrible memories that had been sealed away long ago surged out.

The despair in my heart began to pierce my soul like sharp thorns, while the despair outside my body was like a prison that confined my flesh and blood.

In just one minute, the monster was unable to struggle. Before it could even unleash its special abilities, its consciousness, soul, and mutilated body were all under its control.

"Are you the owner of this security company?"

Holding the Rebirth Blade, Han Fei's way of questioning people was rather peculiar. He didn't care what the other person answered at all; he simply aimed at the other person's arm and swung the blade forcefully!

The more lives one has slaughtered, the heavier one's sins, the sharper the blade of rebirth will be.

Han Fei could roughly judge whether the opponent was an ordinary bad guy or a heinous demon by the speed at which he chopped off the arm.

The blade sliced ​​through without any resistance, and one of the monster's arms fell to the ground.

The whole process was very fast; the monster itself didn't even feel the pain before its eyes saw the arm fall to the side of its feet.

A few seconds later, excruciating pain struck, and the monster began to scream madly.

"who are you!"

Without any questions, they met and immediately attacked each other with a single blow. The two should have a deep-seated hatred between them, but the monster didn't remember Han Fei's appearance at all. This should have been their first meeting.

"Your hands are stained with blood, and the sins you have committed are heavier than those of the beasts in the Beast Alley." Han Fei stared at the arm that was still writhing on the ground. After it was cut off, the arm emitted a stench of decay and quickly turned into black mist.

As the black mist drifted toward Han Fei, the altar of the Crying Spirit was pushed open, and a ferocious worm crawled over and swallowed the black mist with its gaping maw.

A look of satisfaction appeared in its eyes, before it greedily fixed its gaze on the body of the security company owner.

Stared at by the insect, the monster felt a chill run down its spine. It couldn't remember ever offending Han Fei: "What's your purpose in coming here? I can give you anything you want."

"As expected of the boss, he even knows how to negotiate." Han Fei looked at the other party with a smile, like a guileless boy next door, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

"There's a lot of yin energy and various items accumulated inside the building. I can take you to retrieve them." The monster's gaze slowly shifted from Han Fei, and he saw Bai Sinian standing in the corner. His anger flared up instantly: "He brought you here, didn't he? I can't believe that this cowardly wimp who can't even fetch a price would dare to do something like this."

Stared at by the monster, Bai Sinian was completely bewildered. Looking at the large number of resentful spirits that had suddenly appeared around him, he was honestly terrified.

"It has nothing to do with him. I'm mainly here to ask you about some things and pick up a few things." Han Fei sat down on the desk. "You should find this security guard uniform I'm wearing very familiar, right?"

The monster hadn't noticed at first, but after Han Fei said that, it started looking at Han Fei.

When he noticed Han Fei was wearing a special security uniform, the fat on his ugly face twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You're from the Death Tower?"

"Where I come from is not important. I want to know exactly how many security guards you sent into the Dead Building, and what your relationship is with the Dead Building?"

Upon hearing Han Fei's question, the monster did not speak immediately. It only gave up resisting when its consciousness was about to be sucked away.

“I can’t count how many people I sent there, but I did it to protect more people. If I hadn’t chosen the right people to send, the residents of the dead building would have run out on their own, and the whole street could have become a dead street.” The monster knelt on the ground, as if he had some kind of trouble, his ugly face full of pain and self-blame.

If Han Fei hadn't slashed the monster earlier, and if Han Fei hadn't been an actor, the monster might have actually been fooled.

"Don't act so strained. Your acting lacks control and comes across as stiff to me." Han Fei's Rebirth Blade fell again, and the monster's other arm turned into black mist. Da Nie happily crawled to the monster's side.

Han Fei acted decisively, as if he already knew part of the truth. The monster, who had lost both arms, was intimidated and kept wailing and begging for mercy, no longer daring to hide anything: "The Death Tower asked me to send over some suitable souls regularly to serve as containers. They want to plant seeds deep in the souls, hoping to bloom the most special flowers."

"flower?"

"Seeds are insect eggs, and flowers are colorful butterflies. The manager of the Dead Building has always wanted to create perfect flowers, but he has never succeeded. Most of the flowers cannot bloom, and the few that do bloom are flawed."

The monster's words caught Han Fei's attention. It seemed that the butterfly in the Dead Building wanted to create another butterfly.
(End of this chapter)