My Healing Games

Chapter 349 The Headless Door God

Han Fei had already used up two of his five chances to turn back, but he still hadn't seen the Soul Chaser's face. Now he had no clue how to complete this task.

Time was ticking away. He would die if he didn't see his opponent within ten minutes, if his opponent caught up with him, or if he used up all five chances to turn back. These multiple conditions that meant certain death combined put Han Fei under unimaginable pressure.

The only thing that gives him strength and hope now is the ability to log off. Before logging off, he needs to gather as much information as possible to increase his chances of surviving when he logs back in.

"I have about seven minutes left, that should be enough." Han Fei gave up on completing the task, and once he decided to log off, he felt a little relieved.

As long as he quits the game quickly enough, death will only happen when he logs in again.

"I'll try to save my three remaining chances. After I log off, I'll go to Zhuang Ren's house and play the Dead Tower game to figure out what the Soul Chaser is. That way, I should have a chance to complete this task when I log back in next time."

The F-level mission with a ten-minute time limit was outrageous. The Soul Chaser following behind Han Fei seemed to be on a different dimension from him. It felt like the Dead Building was a miniature perfect life game, divided into two worlds: the outer world and the inner world.

The truly terrifying things are in the underworld, while the "harmless" owners who have been stripped of their memories are placed in the surface world. The Night of Return of the Soul is equivalent to the fusion of the surface and underworlds, and the most terrifying things in the underworld will return.

There are two bridges between these two worlds: the butterfly's nightmare and the soul-summoning ritual.

Coincidentally, this seems to correspond exactly to the butterfly's ability to manipulate dreams and the building manager of the Happy Community's ability to summon spirits.

"The most terrifying thing in the dead building is awakening, and as the ritual continues, the pressure on me will only increase."

It's already bad enough, but it will get even worse in the future. As long as we live, we will continue to slide into deeper and deeper despair.

The Dead Tower in the Deep World is like a bottomless abyss, where despair and suffering have no end.

Running wildly downwards, Han Fei dodged attacks from behind several times. He didn't look back until he entered the corridor on the fourth floor.

“Room 4041!” Han Fei stared at a door, his mind racing: “Feng Ziyu was taken into the deep world by the butterfly. Given the butterfly’s personality, it certainly wouldn’t let him run around, so he is most likely trapped in 4041.”

Han Fei possesses the talent of reviving souls, which he can only use once each night.

If possible, he wanted to try to get rid of Feng Ziyu.

However, the prerequisite for trying is to touch the other party, so Han Fei must take advantage of the time when he can go offline to avoid risks and check the situation in room 4041.

As Han Fei opened the security door and touched the doorknob, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

My palms were wet, with a few grains of white rice stuck to them.

Entering the corridor, the entire fourth floor had an indescribable strangeness. Every household had a brazier at their door, and you had to step over the brazier to enter.

However, instead of paper ash and paper money, the brazier contained a large number of shredded photos and small figures made of hair.

The corridor looks normal upon close inspection, but when you run through it, the ground feels uneven and the walls are twisted and crooked, like a tunnel you can never escape from.

There was a room on the fourth floor containing three "4"s. Han Fei didn't want to stay there for too long, but things didn't go as planned. He discovered that to get close to room 4041, he had to pass through room 4044.

"Since we're already being chased by the Soul Chasers, we should be fine going near that room."

Two negatives make a positive; Han Fei's idea was very simple.

Without hesitation, he rushed toward 4041, but after taking two steps, he clearly sensed something was wrong.

The stairwell seemed to stretch infinitely; after running two large steps, my body only moved forward a very short distance.

Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. He looked up and saw that the bright red couplets on every house looked like they were bleeding, or like the long tongues of a hanged ghost sticking out of its mouth.

Where did that gaze come from?

Turning his gaze, Han Fei looked at room 4044. That room was different from the others; its security door had a picture of a headless door god standing with his back to the corridor pasted on it!
Door gods are meant to ward off evil spirits and villains, and headless door gods look very strange.

"Don't get close!"

Han Fei instinctively didn't want to get close to the other party, but the security door behind him rattled, and the Soul Chaser also entered the fourth floor.

Staying where he was meant to die, while moving forward might offer a one percent chance of survival; Han Fei had no choice but to choose the latter.

He ran wildly down the twisted corridor, and although he had run a long way, he was still on the fourth floor, only the distance to the headless door god was getting closer.

"What are these door gods guarding?"

The door gods in the red paper seem to be treading on a river of blood, their arms grasping something, their bodies slowly turning.

The brazier outside room 4044 trembled slightly, and all the portraits in the photos inside were headless, which seemed to be some kind of omen.

As Han Fei was pursued by the Soul Chaser, he got closer and closer to room 4044, and the corridor in front of him began to change.

More and more blood seeped from the corner, and Han Fei's feet no longer seemed to be on a cement floor, but rather on a puddle soaked in blood.

Thick, reddish-brown liquid dripped down his cheeks, and his ominous premonition grew stronger.

"This isn't a stairwell, it's a death trap."

Retreating meant certain death, so Han Fei could only move forward. But as he was finally about to reach the door of room 4044, his limp arm began to throb with pain again.

The crimson lines instantly began to contract, and black veins emerged from the butterfly-shaped wound on Han Fei's arm, as if something was desperately urging Han Fei to run!
"A great calamity?"

When attacked by the Soul Chaser, Da Nie shielded Han Fei from a fatal blow, and now the enemy is issuing another warning to Han Fei.

His running footsteps suddenly stopped. Han Fei looked at room 4044. The doorman who had been standing with his back to the corridor had turned around at some point, dragging a huge guillotine in his hand.

As the blade slashed downwards, Han Fei didn't have time to hesitate; he immediately chose to quit the game.

The world solidified in crimson, and the descending blade nearly cleaved Han Fei's neck.

His consciousness began to drift away, and in that blood-red city, he vaguely heard a song filled with anger.

When Han Fei left the game, the song confirmed his location again, which greatly stimulated him.

After removing his gaming helmet, Han Fei collapsed inside the gaming pod. He tried to push open the pod door, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

This night was exceptionally fulfilling for Han Fei; he was either running for his life or on his way to run for his life, until he was finally forced out of the game.

"The next time I go online, it will be the most terrifying night of resurrection in fourteen years. I only have less than twenty-four hours to prepare."

(End of this chapter)