My Healing Games

Chapter 330 Behead!
The death curse stained with the red dress spread to the female anchor, who was still holding the woman in the red dress.

Rumors and gossip turned into knives, piercing the wound in the woman's heart. The news anchor was cut and covered in blood, but she still didn't let go.

The incurable disease turned into a poison, slowly seeping into the female anchor's body. Her beautiful face became haggard, her muscles withered like dried flowers, she lost her beauty and her health, yet she still clung to her red dress.

"Nothing will make me let go."

“I knew I had a terminal illness, but my parents and doctors never told me when I would leave. I was born into despair, and they gave me hope to live every day.”

"I want to share this hope with more people, so that all of them can see it!"

The withered bodies merged together, and veins flowed across the red dress, washing away the death curse and spreading in all directions.

Even if my life is destined to be bleak, I will weave a crimson dress with my blood, stride confidently through the darkness, and embrace the rising sun!

Her blood-red dress was like the most dazzling flower on the other side of the river; when she bloomed, all the reds in the world paled in comparison.

Resentment, yin energy, inner pain and despair all became her subjects. The death curse was washed away, and the red dress seemed to have shattered something within her body. Her body and aura were surging infinitely.

At this moment, the woman in the red dress is getting closer and closer to the merged Xiao Ba. Unlike Xiao Ba, she has absolute control over her own resentment!
The red dress fluttered in the death curse, and the woman in the red dress looked at Han Fei, who was attracting the attention of the ghost who was jumping off the building.

A series of fleeting yet unforgettable images flashed through my mind: a red dress scattered on the ground being picked up piece by piece and pieced back together, wrapped around a walkie-talkie as it fell from the top floor; that face that was getting farther and farther away, yet now it was getting closer and closer.

Why did you leave me there all alone?
Wait for me, I'll come pick you up.

You saved us before, now I'll help you stop her.

If I'm still alive, I hope we can be friends.

"You're clearly trapped in the depths of despair, yet you insist on bringing hope to others. You now... are just like I used to be."

Holding the little girl, Han Fei was cornered. As he retreated backward until his back hit the wall, footsteps sounded from the other side of the corridor.

When he was about to turn his head to look, his vision was completely filled by the red dress.

An unimaginably massive surge of resentment crashed into the ghost that had jumped off the building! It nearly crushed the ghost's body!

Countless black characters vanished instantly, then slowly emerged from the body of the ghost who jumped off the building. It seemed that as long as the ghost did not die, the death curse would continue to appear.

The red dress, now fully integrated, was approaching the pinnacle of resentment. Something had changed about her; she now seemed different from the other resentments.

As the ghost was pulled back down, the divorced mother and the woman with the syringe also approached, and a vague connection was formed between them and the ghost.

They could sense their shared experiences, yet they couldn't truly connect. It was as if a thorn was stuck in everyone's heart, hindering everything.

"Why isn't it working?" Han Fei looked at the girl in his arms: "Can you make them become themselves again?"

The girl shook her head.

“They treat you like their child, which shows that humanity is very important to them, and they understand that, but it seems there’s a problem.” Han Fei frowned. “Zhuang Wen’s child is dead, and in reality, the baby’s body is buried on the balcony. If the girl in front of you is treated like their child, then who is buried on balcony 1244 now?”

Han Fei discovered a crucial point: it was the same when he played the Dead Building game before; as long as he dug out the corpse on the balcony, he would die instantly.

While the girl in the red dress tried her best to delay, Han Fei led the little girl to the top floor again.

The door to room 1244 had been destroyed by the ghost who jumped off the building. Han Fei stepped over the talismans scattered on the ground and ran directly to the balcony.

Pushing open the balcony door, all I could see were sticky bloodstains and scratches.

Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade and, together with his companions, pried open the floor tiles covered with a thick layer of bloodstains.

A wooden box covered with talismans appeared before Han Fei's eyes. The box was exactly the same as the one in reality. Just looking at the box, he even had the illusion that he had returned to reality.

Carefully taking out the box, Han Fei tore off the talisman paper and slowly opened it. The scene before him left Han Fei speechless.

Inside the wooden box covered with talismans was the corpse of an infant. Its body was covered with butterfly patterns and densely written with black and red death curses. In addition, a tattered butterfly wing was stuck in its heart, and all the patterns and death curses spread from that wing.

"This is the source of Zhuang Wen's pain and hatred. Does the butterfly not even spare a dead baby?"

The baby's soul had already departed; the box contained only a corpse used to nurture butterfly wings.

"Perhaps if we destroy it, Zhuang Wen's body can be fused together."

Holding the Rebirth Blade, Han Fei looked at the little girl beside him. He didn't know if what he was doing was right; he had no other choice now.

"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly stood in front of the corpse, grabbing the wooden box. "I want them to see this. They'll understand."

The girl represents Zhuang Wen's last remaining humanity. Before Han Fei could speak, she grabbed the wooden box and ran outside.

When the talismans on the wooden box were torn off, a very slight connection had already appeared between the ghost who jumped off the building and several memories.

Back downstairs, the little girl ignored Han Fei's attempts to stop her and ran towards the crazed ghost who had jumped off the building, clutching the box.

"Give me my baby back!"

"Your child is dead." The girl stumbled through the blood-red path, much like her younger self struggling to survive in the exorcist's house: "It's right here, it's dead, and it can never come back!"

The little girl's words caught the attention of the ghost who jumped off the building. As the ghost looked at her, she grabbed the baby's corpse from the wooden box.

"Stop going crazy over it. It certainly doesn't want its mother to go crazy because of it! You should understand, because you thought the same thing when you were a child!"

Zhuang Wen's mother was possessed by a ghost and used her as a bargaining chip, taking her to live in an exorcism house.

As the girl continued to say those words, the syringe woman and the divorced mother gradually calmed down, but the ghost who jumped off the building not only did not calm down, but became even more frantic!

She kept repeating the words "death" and "killing," determined to kill everything she saw and drag all the happy people down from the high-rise building.

"If I touch you, you'll die! You'll die!"

The death curse on the ghost who jumped off the building grew stronger and stronger. She refused to merge with other memories, and even her gaze towards other memories contained murderous intent!
“You can’t persuade her.” Han Fei walked to the little girl’s side.

“If we still can’t merge the memories after you destroy the baby’s body, then she will follow you for eternity and hunt you down.” The little girl made a difficult decision. She reached out to Han Fei: “Give me the knife, let me cut this body to pieces.”

Han Fei stared at the little girl in surprise, but he didn't offer his knife. Ever since he took the little girl out of room 1244, the system had been warning him that he and the ghost who jumped off the building were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

"Let me do it." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the Rebirth Blade: "You can't handle my blade."

(End of this chapter)