My Healing Games

Chapter 328 The Wronged Businessman

Han Fei had no time to care about Xiao Fang and Hua Ge; his mind was filled with the image of the ghost jumping off the building, its fragmented form impossible to shake off!
"Calm down! The little girl has been brought out. This is a rare opportunity, and I must seize it!"

"Yes! Stay calm! If we want the ghosts who jumped off the building to regain their senses, we need to try to reassemble their scattered memories."

"First, I need to go to the eighth floor and find the female anchor, and make her put on the red dress. Only then will the complete red dress have a chance to block the ghost jumping off the building."

"After the ghost who jumped off the building was stopped, I need to find the divorced mother and the woman with the syringe, as well as their children, and then..."

The whistling wind entered his ears, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to instantly engulf Han Fei's head like a thick, viscous wave.

The ghost who jumped off the building is catching up!
Unlike resentment, the ghost who jumped off the building exuded a colder aura, which must have been the hatred in her heart.

From resentment to hatred, something needs to be crossed in between. Although the ghost who jumped off the building did not become a true source of hatred, she still left traces of hatred on her body.

Unable to dodge in time, Han Fei could only raise the wooden box above his head.

"Oh!"

Wood chips flew everywhere as the blood-red box was smashed by the mangled arm of the ghost who jumped off the building. The hand, covered in death curses, reached into the box, but couldn't reach Han Fei's head.

Crimson light gathered, and a scarlet wind swept through the corridor. A red dress, more vibrant than ever before, appeared on the other side of the Death Curse.

In the narrow stairwell, two forces collided violently, their old and new grudges intertwined.

"Give me my baby back!"

The death curse on the ghost that jumped off the building had boiled over, and the eerie black characters stuck together and evolved into new shapes.

After Han Fei took away her last shred of humanity, the ghost who jumped off the building no longer just repeated death and destruction; for the first time, other words came out of her mouth.

The ghost who had been living in a daze, controlled by the butterfly's hatred, finally got what he wanted.

Driven by extreme anger, her ravaged heart seemed to start beating again.

Han Fei had no idea how big a mess he had made. Even butterflies wouldn't dare touch the child of the ghost who jumped off the building, yet he had deliberately dragged the whole family into room 1244 so that the ghost could vent its hatred.

Now look what's happened! Han Fei has taken away the most important thing from the ghost who jumped off the building, and the door to room 1244 seems to have been smashed too. If Butterfly doesn't come to Building One soon, it's only a matter of time before this place is "torn down" by the ghost who jumped off the building and Han Fei.

Neither the ghost who jumped off the building nor the woman in the red dress was complete, but the collision between them had reached the limit that Building One could withstand. Normally, the managers would have intervened in this situation, but Han Fei hadn't seen a single manager yet.

Blood-red cracks appeared on the wall, and the nearby door was torn to shreds, like paper.

The red dress bought Han Fei precious time once again. He carried the little girl across the corridor and went upstairs through the emergency exit on the other side.

"Open the door! I've found your child!"

Han Fei frantically pounded on the divorced mother's door. The little devil hiding behind the security door peeked out, seemingly wondering why the other party would say they had found the divorced mother's child when he had been hiding so well.

"Open the door!"

Hurried footsteps sounded, and the divorced mother opened the door, looking somewhat frightened.

"This is your child!" Han Fei carried the little girl into the house.

“But my child is a boy…” The divorced mother wanted to say something more, but at this moment, the little girl in Han Fei’s arms suddenly put her hand next to the divorced mother’s face. When her fingers touched her cheek, the divorced mother couldn’t say a word, and a tear suddenly rolled down her cheek.

She didn't even realize she was crying. She couldn't remember anything, and her memories were completely different, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

“It’s impossible. My child is a boy. He always goes looking for the room key at night when the adults are asleep. I love him very much, but I don’t know why he keeps leaving me.” The divorced mother kept wiping away the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed, until her face was covered in tears.

"Your memory has been tampered with! You are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! Your most precious thing!" Han Fei grabbed the divorced mother's shoulder with his free hand, using a technique that touched the depths of her soul to shake her violently: "Remember! For your child, for the sake of truly finding your child!"

Han Fei's voice grew louder and louder, and the divorced mother's face gradually showed abnormalities, with new skin appearing where tears had slid down.

She seemed to be enduring unimaginable pain, and finally she let out a piercing scream.

"Stop deceiving yourself! Face your true self! You represent Zhuang Wen's maternal instincts! You are also her most important and inseparable part!"

Han Fei's voice echoed throughout the living room. Zhuang Wen's mother's hair hung down, and the changes in her seemed to have ended. She herself did not exude a strong aura.

Just as Han Fei assumed the divorced mother was powerless and was about to forcibly take her away, the bedroom door next door opened.

A pale face suddenly appeared from the dark crack in the door, and then that face twisted and turned like ripples on water, turning into a little ghost.

Before long, another face appeared, followed by a third and a fourth. One by one, the little devils began to change and crowded at the bedroom door!
All these years have passed, and every night the divorced mother brings a little ghost home, treating it as her dead child!

An intense, suffocating aura emanated from the bedroom. Han Fei slowly released his grip on his divorced mother's shoulders: "I might have been a little impolite just now, but my words were harsh but the principle was sound. You represent Zhuang Wen's maternal instincts..."

Before she could finish speaking, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes fixed on the little girl, her lips trembling, and slowly uttered a single sentence: "Give me my child..."

"Why are you saying the same thing? I can give it to you, but not now!"

Looking at the room full of little devils, Han Fei decisively left the room and continued rushing upstairs!
"Don't chase me! I'm trying to help you!"

The door to the divorced mother's house was smashed open by a bunch of little devils, and countless children's handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "No way? A memory containing maternal love is this strong?"

Without even a moment to catch his breath, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran to the eighteenth floor.

Before he even appeared, he heard the businessman's helpless gasp: "It's you again? I've already switched from the left emergency exit to the right one. Don't you sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

With a ferocious expression, Han Fei roared at the merchant, then rushed towards the 22nd floor without looking back, where the last "Needle Girl" lived.

Seeing Han Fei's frantic state, the merchant quietly took a step back, his face showing some grievance: "Why are you yelling so loudly... I've already been avoiding you, who knew you would still try to run away?"

(End of this chapter)