My Healing Games

Chapter 366 Destruction!
"Haven't you opened the bedroom door yet?"

This is in room 4064. The owner of the house will definitely not stand idly by and watch his child be harmed. This is Han Fei's true source of confidence.

He had the ability to buy time, but his actual strength was far inferior to the red-clad monster. Normally, his first choice upon encountering the Soul Chaser in the Dead Tower would be to run away.

The battle formation was already in place. Han Fei glanced to his side out of the corner of his eye. The door to the boy's mother's bedroom was tightly closed, as if it were locked from the inside. No matter how hard the boy tried, he couldn't open the door.

Is there something in the bedroom that Laisheng can't see? What are his parents hiding?

The red-clad monster didn't give Han Fei any more time to think. The monster, which was lying on the ceiling, had death curses all over its face, which looked like insects crawling around, obscuring its original face. Even its eyes were filled with black characters.

Half a tongue remained in the monster's open mouth, and red blood flowed from its mouth, running from the ceiling to the ground. In the short span of two or three meters, the blood turned into black residue that emitted a putrid smell.

The monster's target didn't originally seem to be Han Fei. Every Soul Chaser has their own prey, and the prey of this man was Lai Sheng.

The death curse tore at the face, ripping the monster's face in two.

The left side was still stuck to his face normally, but the right side had completely transformed into a monster made of flesh and blood, like a giant python biting down on Laisheng.

The scene before him had absolutely nothing to do with healing. It was the first time Laisheng had ever seen such a terrifying monster, and he instinctively called out his mother's name.

However, after only one cry, the child covered his mouth, seemingly worried that his mother might also be harmed by the terrifying monster outside.

Desperately twisting the doorknob, the boy pounded on the door, fighting back tears. He wanted to go inside and warn his mother to leave immediately.

He had already lost his father and didn't want to lose another family member, at least that's what he thought.

"Nine Lives!"

Ghostly patterns, like bluish scars, were embedded in the flesh. A cat-like monster struggled and roared within the patterns, its voice piercing through their confinement and echoing throughout the room.

Han Fei is not yet able to fully utilize the power of the Nine Lives. He is currently only enveloped by the Yin energy of the Nine Lives, which enhances his defense to a certain extent, but also allows the Yin energy to enter his body.

His already injured body couldn't hold on for long. If the owner of room 4064 really refused to get involved, he would try to leave with Laisheng.

With a flick of his wrist, Han Fei threw the blood-red paper figure at Lai Sheng. The deformed flesh and blood that had split open from the red-clothed monster's face was blocked by the paper figure. Only then did Han Fei begin to focus on dealing with the Soul Chaser.

"The Dead Building is an E-level map, which corresponds to a player level of around 35. Can I really fight against the monsters here?"

Han Fei also had a slight uncertainty in his heart, but this uncertainty was quickly replaced by other emotions.

In other games, players can waver and back down during battles, but in "Perfect Life," there's no such trouble because it doesn't give players choices or a chance to start over. If you can't win, run away; if you can't run away, you die. What's this about resurrection saves? Don't be ridiculous; the ghosts in the dead buildings can eat your soul away.

The red-clad monster's face was entangled with the split flesh and paper figures, while its other half stared at Han Fei.

This monster seemed to be encountering such a bizarre soul for the first time. It was neither a ghost nor a human, and it could see itself, yet it showed no fear of itself.

Its spine twitched slightly, and two huge fleshy bulges appeared on the back of the red-clad monster, the flesh and blood huddled together, piercing its back like sharp cones.

The red robe was torn apart, revealing its body, which was covered in death curses.

"Just how many things can this guy split into?" It seems that each Soul Chaser in the Dead Tower has different abilities. Han Fei didn't dare to delay any longer. Before the fleshy spikes on the opponent's back had fully emerged, he raised his knife and moved forward.

One should not be timid when wielding a knife, especially a knife that embodies faith and humanity. The reason it is so sharp is because all the "people" who follow Han Fei firmly believe that this knife can cut through injustice and evil.

Han Fei possessed the sharpest weapon; what he lacked was everything except offensive power.

The red-clad monster had just had its tongue cut off, and it knew that Han Fei's knife could hurt it. At this moment, it was thinking exactly the same thing as Han Fei—it couldn't let him touch it!
The densely packed death curses were fused into each of the red-clad monster's fingers, which transformed into sharp claws. Just one glance was enough to make one feel as if their soul would be snatched away.

"The aura emanating from this blood-stained man is completely different from the first soul hunter I encountered. The madman who hunted my soul could snatch it away with just a touch, but this red-clad man seems to need the assistance of a death curse to use his claws to snatch souls."

All evidence suggests that the pursuers before us are not invincible.

"To be reborn!"

Han Fei suddenly accelerated, charging at the spirits with his living body, the human-like blade in his hand illuminating the entire 4064 room!

In that instant, the little boy seemed to see the torch of life that Han Fei had once told him about, and now Han Fei was using his memories, experience, and life to ignite his own fire.

With a sweeping, powerful strike, Han Fei rapidly closed the distance between himself and the man in red, each strike aimed directly at the man's vital points.

The man, whose face was covered in black writing, stared at Han Fei. His body seemed to be able to be disassembled at any moment, like a gecko with many arms crawling around the room.

The snow-white wall was covered with red handprints, and the fleshy spikes on the man's back pierced through his skin, wrapping around Han Fei's neck like octopus tentacles.

Han Fei lunged forward; his speed was already quite fast, but it was still far inferior to that of the monster.

He barely dodged the fleshy spikes, and before he could even get up from the ground, the monster's head suddenly twisted 180 degrees, hanging upside down and opening its mouth towards Han Fei's back.

The Death Curse tore at the corners of his mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth inscribed with the word "death," and a severed tongue shot towards Han Fei's back like a sharp arrow.

Too close to dodge, Han Fei had a sudden inspiration. He took out the wish jar he had obtained from Yimin Private Academy from his inventory.

The severed tongue shot directly into the wish jar, and countless slips of paper with students' wishes written on them fell out of the jar. The wishes on them had disappeared, leaving only a series of hideous words for death.

Countless cracks instantly appeared on the wish jar that had shielded Han Fei from disaster, and a heart-wrenching scream echoed from within. The ghost hidden deep within the jar was already severely injured and had been preparing to lie low for a while before taking revenge on Han Fei, but it hadn't expected its injuries to worsen.

The jar trapped the severed tongue, and it would be difficult for the man in red to break the jar in a short time, but his target was not Han Fei in the first place.

Every soul hunter has their own prey, and tonight he's taking away Raesheng!

The attack had forced Han Fei back, and the man in red quickly scrambled along the wall, running directly toward the little boy!
It was moving so fast that Han Fei had already gotten up and rushed to the bedroom door, but it was still too late.

The cursed claws were raised, about to strike the boy's head!
"Get out of the way!" Han Fei shouted as he threw the Rebirth Blade in his hand. The sharp blade gradually dimmed as it left his hand, but before the last glimmer of light disappeared, the blade still pierced the red-clothed man's raised hand with great accuracy, pinning his hand to the wall.

The death curse on the monster's face was like boiling water; the excruciating pain drove it mad, and it tore off one of its own arms.

The gradually dimming blade light pinned its hand to the wall. Then it raised its other hand, and the Death Curse wrapped around its fingers. The little boy was so frightened that he dared not move at all.

Even the most mature child will completely stop thinking when they see these things.

The sharp, blood-dripping fingers drew ever closer to the boy's eyes. Just as the fingertips, imbued with countless death curses, were about to pierce the child's eye, the red-clad monster suddenly took a step back.

The boy, who had already closed his eyes, felt no pain. When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him would be etched into his heart for the rest of his life.

Han Fei gripped a red chain covered in animal fur with both hands. He used the chain to strangle the red-clad monster and was pulling it backward with all his might!
A living person held the evil spirit's back firmly, strangling its neck!
"Don't stand there! Hide!"

Veins bulged on his face, but Han Fei was still no match for the red-clothed monster. It was a miracle that he had managed to struggle this far.

The red-clad monster grew soul spikes from its back, piercing Han Fei's forearm and violently throwing him over its head, slamming him against the bedroom door.

Han Fei already had an injury on one arm, but he still struggled to get up, wanting to use his own hand to grab the knife that embodied humanity.

The faint sound of people's voices could be heard coming from the hilt of the sword; they seemed to be responding to Han Fei's call.

The dim blade gleamed again, but Han Fei was still too far away from the man in red.

The hand covered in the Death Curse reached for Laisheng's head once again. Just as the fingertips, solidified with the Death Curse, were about to touch Laisheng's hair, the bedroom door, which had been unable to be opened, suddenly opened. An arm, also covered in the Death Curse, reached out and grabbed the red-clothed monster's wrist tightly!
With a forceful squeeze of five fingers, the red-clad monster's wrist was instantly crushed, and amidst its screams, an extremely oppressive aura emanated from the bedroom.

Turning his head, Laisheng saw an incredibly tall figure standing behind him, his entire body covered in death curses, also dressed in red, with only one eye remaining conscious.

Staring blankly at the monster that emerged from the bedroom, Laisheng looked into its eyes and almost blurted out.

"father!"

(End of this chapter)