My Healing Games

Chapter 376 I am the Death Curse

The Dead Building has twenty-four floors. Old Ghost lives on the twenty-third floor. He is the ghost closest to the top floor and has been in the building the longest.

The residents of the building have never seen him kill or go crazy. This old ghost has always lived in his own room and has a very good temper. Even if someone accidentally enters room 4234, they will be pushed out by an inexplicable force.

If the 24th floor is the most dangerous floor in the building, then the 23rd floor can be considered the safest floor.

Everyone knew of Old Ghost's existence, but like the male student who had been saved by Firefly, they didn't really think Old Ghost was that scary.

After enduring countless years, on this day, the old ghost encountered the evil spirit.

His only blood relative was summoned into the Death Tower, and the last trace of his bloodline in the human world was possessed by an evil spirit and forcibly merged with it.

If he doesn't want to die without an heir, then he has no choice but to cooperate with the evil spirit.

At first, Old Ghost was just looking for an opportunity to try to separate the evil soul, but as he got to know it better, he slowly discovered that the evil soul was more adaptable to the Dead Tower than he was.

He would rather his blood relatives be evil spirits than his good-for-nothing grandson.

Despite appearing arrogant and lawless, he is actually meticulous and decisive. All his seemingly crazy actions are governed by an absolutely cold rationality.

Such a person could be said to have been born for the deeper world. If the evil spirit could reside in his grandson, then perhaps the bloodline curse that has plagued the old ghost's family could one day be lifted.

In the endless darkness, Old Ghost saw a glimmer of hope brought by the evil spirit, so he decided to cooperate with it and do everything in his power to seize this chance to escape.

Black and red blood spots appeared under his thin skin. One by one, the death curses were forced out of his body, and the "heart" that had been dormant in the old ghost's chest for who knows how many years began to beat again!
Pieces of cursed blood scabs fell off, and the black heart burst forth with unimaginable, terrifying yin energy, instantly coursing through the bloodline of generations of ancestors!
The faces on his back screamed, the old ghost's hair slowly turned red with blood, his withered body rapidly swelled up, and his deep wrinkles were gradually smoothed out.

Countless "death" characters burrowed into the old ghost's body were forced out, and blood began to flow from his black heart as it beat continuously.

When the first drop of blood fell, a crack appeared in the black heart, and a hatred that had been suppressed and hidden for countless years burst forth!
After their ancestors died, they could not find peace and were all transformed into monsters. How could they possibly forget the hatred of their family's annihilation?

With his hands, now several times their normal size, he tore off the wooden planks from the window. Old Ghost finally stopped hiding his hatred and became the first person in the Dead Building to challenge the administrator.

With his eyes completely bloodshot, Old Ghost smashed the window that the administrator had sealed off. He looked at the surging gray fog and, without any hesitation, stepped out of the dead building, covered in blood!
The moment they left the Death Tower, the faces on the old ghost's back began to scream in agony, and countless characters for "death" appeared on the faces of his descendants.

The death curse that the manager placed on Old Ghost has been triggered; he might die if he leaves the Death Building!

The blood-red hatred within the black heart spread throughout the body, and the gray mist could not stop the old ghost's departure. At this moment, wisps of black mist drifted from the vicinity of the song.

"What are you still hesitating for? Give me all your hatred!"

All the faces on the old ghost's back were twisted, but only one face did not collapse from the pain. Instead, it was filled with evil light and roared ferociously!

The black surface of the heart shattered completely, and the deepest hatred hidden by the old ghost ignited his own bloodline like a flame.

Old Ghost's blood exploded in the gray mist, like red fireworks falling into the black depths of the sea!

Old Ghost's arms, covered in the word "death," tore through the lingering fog outside the building. Taking advantage of the fact that most of the death intent was drawn to the song, he struck the weakest point of the Death Building.

A gap appeared in the fog, and it seemed that the old ghost, who had been trapped in the dead building for generations, could gain freedom as long as he walked out of that gap in the fog.

This scene, which he had imagined countless times, became reality. The old ghost endured the pain raging around him, using hatred to fight it, and dragged his body toward the gap.

He could have easily left before the fog closed up again, but just as he was about to reach the gap, Old Ghost suddenly stopped.

Inside the old ghost's blood-red heart, in the deepest part of his hatred, a cocoon covered with the word "death" slowly cracked open.

Perhaps because it was too early and emerged from the cocoon, the butterfly inside was deformed and ugly. Its incomplete wings were imprinted with the faces of all of Lao Gui's descendants. It was born from the hatred of Lao Gui's family and was connected to all of Lao Gui's descendants by blood. It seemed that as long as it flapped its wings, Lao Gui's descendants would die out.

The death curse on her body was merely a visible shackle; the death curse in her heart was the reason the butterfly allowed the old ghost to run rampant.

"Old man, don't you know your heart has been tampered with? Someone wants to use you and all your descendants to support a reptile!"

The butterfly deceived the old ghost from the very beginning. That beast would never keep a threat by its side. Since it chose to keep the old ghost, it must mean that the old ghost is of some use to it.

Blood tears streamed from his eyes, and the old ghost's eyes were completely bloodshot.

The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's arm, wanting to rip out that hateful heart.

No one expected this crazy act. When his fingers approached his heart, the butterfly's deformed wings flapped downwards, and the old ghost's back instantly became a bloody mess. The faces on the ground also became deformed and ugly, as if they might collapse at any moment.

If the heart is removed, the old ghost will be completely destroyed, and all his descendants who are deeply integrated with him will die. However, evil souls that are not deeply integrated may not necessarily die.

The exit was right in front of him, and the evil spirit had every opportunity to escape the dead building complex on its own and get out of its current predicament.

The cursed hand approached the heart, but hovered above it. The evil spirit hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not strike.

"I can't bring myself to do it. I really am a good person!"

The exit was slowly shrinking, and the evil spirit's sinister gaze was fixed on the deformed butterfly in the old ghost's heart: "The real curse has always been in your heart. Your deepest secret has long been seen through by the administrator. You are so pitiful that even I want to pity you. But it doesn't matter. As long as it is a curse, there must be a way to break it, such as killing the person who cast the curse."

The evil spirit spoke without restraint, as if it knew no fear: "You were determined to escape before, but they didn't give you a way out at all, so now you know what to do, right?"

Standing just a step away from the exit, yet unable to escape.

Faced with such a desperate scene, the evil soul showed no sign of discouragement. It was as if he had already guessed the outcome, and his eyes instead burned with an even more frenzied killing intent.

“I told you long ago that power only has meaning when it is used. Since the management has no intention of letting you live, then you don’t need to worry about anything anymore.”

The voice of the evil spirit echoed in the gray mist, piercing through the soul.

"Kill! Go on a killing spree!" he screamed hysterically. "Use everything left behind by the administrators to strengthen ourselves! As long as we kill enough, we will be an inescapable death curse in this building!"

(End of this chapter)