My Healing Games

Chapter 339 An Exciting Calamity (4000 words)

This was the first time Han Fei had run at full speed since acquiring the job of a security guard in the dead building. It was as if something had been injected into his legs, making him run faster the more desperate he felt, and the faster he ran, the more despair welled up inside him.

"The job of a security guard in a dead building has quite a few side effects, so it seems like it was the right decision not to make it my main job."

Dragging an adult, Han Fei's speed did not decrease at all; on the contrary, he directly overtook the woman.

He sprinted with all his might, but it was the middle-aged man who suffered the most, being dragged to the ground, his face coming into intimate contact with countless blood-stained clothes, and his mouth also getting stained with blood.

"We'll be caught sooner or later if this continues. Does that red-clothed monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted at the woman, but she didn't reply. She had only been gritting her teeth and running wildly, which had exhausted her strength.

Listen carefully, and you can hear some kind of sound coming from the red-clothed monster's mouth. It is fused with its clothes, and its mouth is covered with strips of cloth, revealing a dark, gaping mouth when it speaks.

"I... am... you... save... save me." A hoarse voice came from the red-clothed monster's mouth. Han Fei was about to turn around when the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.

"Don't listen to it! Block your ears!"

"Mom, Mom...it hurts, my neck hurts so much."

Just as the woman finished reminding Han Fei, a child's voice suddenly came from one of the clothes next to her. Upon hearing this voice, the woman slowed her pace slightly.

In that brief moment of distraction, it felt as if something was pulling at her exposed ankle.

The woman leaned forward, staring at the ground in panic. A slender arm emerged from the blood-stained clothes, and a boy with a large head popped out from a blood-stained children's garment on the ground.

It chuckled foolishly, its arms sticking to the woman's legs as if they had grown suction cups.

The blood-stained children's clothes, like red spots on the instep, clung tightly to the woman's calves.

"Mommy, Mommy, don't go..."

The woman didn't recognize the child at all, but she was decisive and immediately picked up the fruit knife in her hand and stabbed at the child's clothes.

Her movements were swift, ruthless, and precise; she didn't care at all if she hurt herself.

It's precisely this ruthlessness that has allowed her to survive until now. In other words, how could someone who survives in a closet not have blood on their hands?

The fruit knife couldn't pierce the children's clothing at all; even if you managed to cut off a small piece, more blood would ooze out.

The child cried and wouldn't let go, stalling for time, when a deep red ghostly shadow appeared behind the woman.

Flesh and blood seeped into the clothes, slowly breaking apart and unfolding like the wings of death, about to embrace the woman from behind.

"Try this new outfit on, you'll love it!"

A chilling voice drifted from a garment, and the blood-stained monster covered the woman, pulling her into its body!

Blood obscured her vision, and all the red clothes in the wardrobe seemed to come alive. The woman's eyes were filled with despair.

She struggled desperately, but to no avail. Her blood-stained clothes slowly closed, and her vision narrowed, as if her path to survival was gradually disappearing.

"I'm dead, and they've managed to escape. I hope that person will keep their promise and help me find them..."

The spirit that had been sustained for so long began to slacken, and the neglected fatigue spread from all parts of the body. The woman's skin was no longer smooth, and hideous burn scars began to appear.

She didn't notice any of that; her last thought was still of her son. She couldn't let go of him, and she couldn't let go of him even in death.

"To be reborn!"

A crack appeared in the closed blood-red garment, and the blood-stained clothes, which the fruit knife could not penetrate, were easily cut open.

The woman saw an arm branded with blood-red ghost patterns reach into her blood-stained clothes, and then she was pulled out by a force.

As her vision returned, the woman who had fallen to the ground quickly got up. Having escaped death, she immediately seized the opportunity and quickly distanced herself from the blood-stained clothes.

"I seem to be very restrained by the monsters in my closet."

As Han Fei was wielding his sword, he unexpectedly discovered something.

When the blade, forged from humanity, touches the blood-stained clothes, the sticky, malevolent blood melts instantly, like a frozen river in early spring exposed to sunlight.

The blood-clad monster was completely unprepared for this. Blood-red threads emerged from its dark mouth, and its face, blending seamlessly with its clothing, was filled with shock and fear.

"Rebirth uses humanity as its blade, and all the monsters in the butterfly wardrobe seem unable to face humanity squarely."

"In the eyes of a butterfly, humanity is merely a toy and a tool. It could never have imagined that one day the most brilliant aspects of humanity would transform into a sharp knife, sharper than hatred and resentment!"

Taking advantage of the blood-clad monster's shock, Han Fei rushed forward. He had no intention of letting it leave; the fewer people who knew the secret of the Rebirth Blade, the better.

"Nine Lives!"

Activating the ghostly markings on his body and taking out his last resort, the blood-red paper doll, Han Fei prepared to go all out.

Although the Rebirth Blade is sharp, Han Fei is just an ordinary person. His body, which is only at level thirteen, is still very fragile and easily injured.

Therefore, every battle he fought was like dancing on a tightrope, either severely injuring others or being severely injuring himself.

The wardrobe contained some common household tools, as well as fruit knives and kitchen knives, but those knives were no match for the blood-clad monsters; they were the predators within the wardrobe.

The blood-clad monster sensed a threat from Han Fei, discovering a strong aura of curse emanating from him.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, its first reaction was to flee for its life.

Finding a blood-stained garment in a cabinet full of blood-stained clothes is extremely difficult, but Han Fei happens to have a talent for hide-and-seek, as well as an extremely abnormal level of observation and memory. He memorized all the details of the monster and kept a close eye on it as he chased after it.

The fourth-floor security guard's patrolling skills came in handy once again. Han Fei casually stuffed a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and then chased after her without looking back.

He was like a shark that had smelled blood, relentlessly biting his opponent.

"Hey! Stop chasing them!"

The woman tried to stop Han Fei, but he quickly disappeared.

Looking at the densely packed blood-stained clothes all around, the woman half-squatted beside the middle-aged man, her joy at having just escaped vanishing. She knew very well that once separated in this place, reuniting would be extremely difficult.

"Why were you so impulsive!"

The woman stood still. She felt that Han Fei was a very reliable person, while the half-dead uncle next to her was just a burden.

"Where is he?" The middle-aged man had the same thought as the woman. Han Fei was gone, and he felt that the hope that had just been ignited had been extinguished in an instant.

"I don't know, let's wait here for now." The woman carefully observed her surroundings. After about ten minutes, she saw clothes swaying gently in the distance. As she remained on high alert, Han Fei picked up a blood-stained garment and came out.

The security guard's uniform was soaked in blood, but Han Fei was not injured.

"Where is that blood-stained monster?"

"Its essence is this garment."

"You killed it?" The woman and the middle-aged man looked at Han Fei in disbelief. How could an ordinary security guard, who was only slightly handsome, actually kill the blood-clothed monster?

"I was just assisting; I wasn't the one who actually did the work." Han Fei took out the piece of paper from the woman's pocket. That piece of paper was part of the blood-red paper figure's body, and it was because of this fragment that he was able to find his way back.

"There are some blood-stained clothes in the cabinet that still carry resentment. That resentment has taken control of the clothes again, but I have now severed its consciousness, so the clothes are now 'clean'." Han Fei handed the blood-stained clothes to the middle-aged man: "There is still the aura of the blood-stained monster on them. Wearing them should increase your chances of survival."

Hearing that it could increase his chances of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but still put on the blood-stained clothes.

"Let's go, the longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be."

The secret of the Rebirth Blade has not yet been revealed, but Han Fei has already felt a sense of crisis.

After walking for a long time, Han Fei and his companions finally arrived at the place the middle-aged man had mentioned.

Before me lay a pile of clothes, stacked layer upon layer, blackened and smelly.

"When I woke up, I saw these clothes. Then I hid in the pile of clothes and kept hiding..." The middle-aged man was wearing blood-stained clothes. As long as he didn't speak, he looked quite terrifying.

Frowning as he stared at the pile of blackened tattered clothes, Han Fei realized that compared to the blood-stained clothes around them, it was as if all their "essence" and consciousness had been absorbed, turning them into completely "dead objects."

"If the middle-aged man is just useless 'trash' that Butterfly casually threw in the passage, then this place should be very close to the passage. After all, normal people would choose the nearest trash can to throw away 'trash'." Han Fei silently moved the pile of clothes aside, wanting to see if there was anything hidden among them.

The three of them worked together for a full half hour before they found a half-open cabinet door deep inside the pile of clothes.

The three of them were stunned when they saw the wardrobe door.

"Pajamas with a bear pattern..."

"The shirt that Feng Ziyu once wore?"

"My child's school uniform?!"

A garment was draped in the crack of the wardrobe door. All three of them saw the garment, but it looked completely different to each of them!

"No! It must be fake! That dress is the one we most want to see!" Han Fei realized the key point. After a brief moment of stunned silence, the woman suppressed her pain. Only the middle-aged man who had just entered the closet ran over.

"My child ran in here too?! That damned bastard! He doesn't even spare children!" Without thinking much, the middle-aged man approached the wardrobe, which was only a meter or so away, when the half-open wardrobe door suddenly opened by itself!

There were no clothes behind the cabinet door, only a huge mouth!

What the group had just seen wasn't clothing, but a bright red tongue.

A stench and malice emanated from the wardrobe, and the blood-red tongue wrapped around the middle-aged man's waist, swallowing him whole.

"Is there a mouth in the cupboard?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. Han Fei decisively drew his knife and slashed at the long tongue, but as he got close, several more blood-stained tongues, like the tentacles of a giant squid, emerged from the wardrobe.

The opponent's strength completely overwhelmed Han Fei, causing him to lose his balance and fall towards the wardrobe along with the middle-aged man.

Fragments of clothing were stuck between the blackened teeth, and the pungent stench was like the smell of death fermenting.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Fei took out a cigarette from his inventory. As he frantically searched his pocket for a lighter, the middle-aged man next to him was dumbfounded. In such a critical and tense moment, he actually wanted to smoke a cigarette?

Clinging tightly to the teeth on the wardrobe with both hands, the middle-aged man cried out incessantly. Before he could even find a lighter, Han Fei had already been dragged into the darkness by the tongue.

Excruciating pain shot through his body. As he fell, Han Fei finally managed to find a lighter. He struggled to light it, and the occasional sparks illuminated his surroundings.

Inside the mouth of this wardrobe were countless human faces, staring blankly at Han Fei. When Han Fei touched them, they would open their mouths and tear at his flesh.

"What kind of monsters does Butterfly's wardrobe keep?!"

As his intestines narrowed, Han Fei's body was constantly being squeezed, making it impossible for him to start a fire, and he was also getting more and more wounds on his skin.

"Does this mean I have to quit the game? But I'll still be in this wardrobe when I log back in!"

The area where the face had bitten me started to turn black; it seemed to be some kind of soul poison.

The middle-aged man lost consciousness after being bitten once, while Han Fei remained perfectly lucid despite being bitten countless times.

"The faces deliberately avoided the arm where the great evil was located. They all seemed to have been killed by butterflies, and they still instinctively feared anything related to butterflies."

Unable to light his lighter, Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away his last cigarette. He adjusted his body, plunged the Rebirth Blade into the wall of his "intestines," and then smashed the arm where the Great Evil was hiding directly into the wound created by the Rebirth Blade.

With his arms gripping flesh and human faces, Han Fei forcefully stopped his falling body.

The walls of his "intestines" began to twitch, and a human face moved closer to Han Fei. The wounds on his skin increased, and as his blood volume decreased, blood-written characters began to emerge from beneath his skin.

Those blood-written words seem to form a complete ghost story, and the protagonist of the ghost story is Han Fei himself.

The blood-written words contain a special power, and the predetermined fate is shifting in another direction.

When the blood-red text was triggered, Han Fei's arm began to bleed. Sharp spikes, carrying an extremely ominous aura of disaster, pierced Han Fei's skin, as if something was trying to break free from its restraints and crawl out from the blood-red patterns.

After Da Nie entered the Death Tower, he transformed into blood patterns. In some ways, Han Fei was similar to the other residents of the Death Tower, except that they had butterfly patterns on their bodies, while Han Fei had Da Nie's blood patterns.

Da Nie had been completely silent until now, but when Han Fei was teetering on the brink of death, Da Nie, who was extremely excited, seemed to wake up from its slumber. It desperately wanted to come to Han Fei's side and follow its dying master.

The less blood Han Fei has, the more drastic the changes in the blood patterns on his arm.

When his health dropped to a certain level, Han Fei's Midnight Butcher talent was activated. His physical attributes almost doubled, and he gradually began to feel no pain. His eyes turned red, and a repressed beastly nature was released.

Thank you to my Pamidor patron!

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