My Healing Games

Chapter 331 The Soul Closest to Hatred

Since it's already a fight to the death, Han Fei has no need to let Zhuang Wen's human hands bleed any more.

After taking the infant's corpse covered in death curses, Han Fei's body was covered in hideous ghostly patterns. Blood flowed from his arms as his five fingers gripped the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife tightly.

The midnight butcher—killing is his profession.

“The suffering in this world is too heavy for him, I will help him to be free.”

Hands gripped the hilts of the knives, and the gleaming blades became the only light in the dead building.

With a swing of the arm, the most beautiful power of humanity opened its arms on the blade, gently embracing the infant imprisoned in the depths of despair.

"cut!"

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, sliced ​​across the corpse's chest, melting away the jet-black characters like snowmelt. The cursed thread piercing the corpse was severed, and the incredibly sharp blade finally landed on the tattered butterfly wing.

Not far away, the ghost who jumped off the building was emanating a large amount of death curses. Her eyes had been dyed black. At this moment, she was completely enveloped in malice, and every inch of her skin was stained with death, emitting a rotten stench.

She rushed towards Han Fei without regard for anything, and at the same time, a sharp scream came from outside Building No. 1, as if a knife had suddenly been plunged into someone's heart.

"Don't you hate people like that the most? Why do you want to become like that yourself?"

The tiny human figure stood in front of Han Fei, her arms outstretched, staring at the enormous ghostly figure that was more than ten times her size, without flinching or dodging.

Under the control of some force, the ghost who jumped off the building had disregarded her humanity. Her shattered arm slammed down, and countless death curses rained down on the little girl and Han Fei.

At that very moment, the Rebirth Blade melted the Death Curse and slashed into the tattered butterfly wing!

The alluring and eerie patterns shattered under the blade, the butterfly wings resembling a lock.

When it was shattered by the Rebirth Blade, blood flowed from the hearts of the jumping ghost, the divorced mother, the syringe woman, and the little girl. The things that imprisoned their hearts were shattered, and the death curse no longer appeared on their bodies. A certain subtle connection that had been suppressed slowly emerged from several memories.

A bloody, mangled hand stopped above the little girl's head. The ghost, covered in death curses, was having its outstretched arm broken off bit by bit. She screamed and howled in pain, her mouth constantly emitting roars, and bloody tears streamed from her eyes. Despite being the strongest ghost in Building Number One, she was as helpless as a child with chains around her neck.

The Death Curse continues to struggle with the jumping ghost for its body. The girl, symbolizing the last vestige of humanity, grabs the jumping ghost, but is quickly thrown off. As she gets up again, the syringe woman and the divorced mother also arrive.

Similar features gradually appeared on their bodies: a ring of scars appeared on their ankles, they emitted a strong stench, their hair was disheveled, blood flowed from their chests, and their eyes were empty and blank, so numb that they had forgotten the pain.

Hands grabbed the bloodied and mangled body of the ghost who jumped off the building. The death curse spread to everyone. Anyone touched by the ghost would die. This was the death curse on her!

A malevolent curse, filled with the intent to kill, seeped into the hearts of the divorced mother and the woman with the syringe. Rather than saying they were killed by the ghost who jumped off the building, it would be more accurate to say they gave up on themselves.

In their final moments as their memories faded, the black cursed words that flooded their bodies stained their blood and their memories.

When the Death Curse returned to the body of the ghost who jumped off the building, her scattered memories and consciousness re-merged, and her shattered body and disfigured face gradually recovered, revealing her original appearance.

"I still remember you back then, you only had yourself."

Finally, the little girl, symbolizing Zhuang Wen's humanity, also opened her arms. She was like a child embracing her lost mother and running into the arms of the ghost who jumped off the building.

While being held tightly by the Death Curse, it merged into the body of the jumping ghost.

The last piece of the memory puzzle was finally complete. Beneath the dense, chilling death curses covering the ghost who jumped off the building, a woman's face quietly emerged.

She did not inherit her mother's beauty, but she possessed a unique charm of her own, her youthful face contorted in extreme pain.

As Han Fei drew the Rebirth Blade, and the infant's corpse and the butterfly's wings turned to ashes, a surge of hatred erupted from the jumping ghost, like a blade about to cleave the dead building!
The death curse covering his body turned into black water, which mixed with blood and dripped to the ground. The mangled body of the ghost who jumped off the building became whole again, and his disfigured face returned to normal.

The cleaning lady who jumped off the building is no longer in Building 1; instead, there is Zhuang Wen, who exudes endless hatred.

Slowly raising her lowered head, Zhuang Wen stared at the window at the end of the corridor. Her eyes, now completely black, seemed to be fixed on something. A moment later, black blood flowed from her body, and the chilling hatred twisted the entire corridor.

"Father, you've ruined me so much!!!"

The glass on each floor was shattered, and the numbers on all the doors began to bleed. Zhuang Wen didn't look at anyone in the hallway; she went straight downstairs.

Everywhere she walked, black and red stains appeared.

Upon reaching the first floor, she slapped her bloodied hand against the locked stairwell door.

Colorful butterfly patterns emerged from the white-painted door panel. Zhuang Wen let out a piercing laugh as she touched the beautiful patterns with her own blood.

"Your mother is going crazy because of you."

"I'm being tortured like an animal because of you."

"My child will die, I have lost everything, all because of you."

"Father, I really, really, really want to kill you!"

Boundless hatred crashed against the stairwell door like a tsunami. The ghost who jumped off the building was now truly in a state of failing to break through her hatred. She was different from all the vengeful ghosts Han Fei had seen before. Her piercing hatred was sharper than all the butcher knives in Animal Alley. Nothing could stop her.

The butterfly pattern on the stairwell door gradually crumbled, as if a pair of butterfly wings were being slowly crushed.

The locked door was opened, and Zhuang Wen entered the black fog outside the building without any hesitation.

The mist slowly drifted into the building. Han Fei stood on the first floor, holding the Rebirth Blade. He couldn't find an opportunity to stop the other party.

"The father Zhuang Wen mentioned is definitely not an exorcist. Could her biological father be Butterfly? If that's the case, then by comparing all the information left behind by Zhuang Wen's body, we can gradually pinpoint Butterfly's identity in reality!"

The butterfly was once a mystery, but now Han Fei has forced this monster hiding in the mist into a certain area.

The most dangerous moment is yet to come. As long as you don't get eaten by that monster, you'll have a chance to kill it!
(End of this chapter)