My Healing Games

Chapter 378 There is no evil spirit that dares not kill.

The old ghost's fingernails were stained with countless curses, and just one glance at them was enough to terrify anyone.

At this moment, the old ghost's fingertips pierced through the boy's red clothes and grabbed the child's collar, just without touching his skin.

A gigantic and terrifying ghost is grabbing a child in pajamas with its fingertips; this absurd and eerie scene gives the viewer a sense of unreality.

Blood was everywhere in the room, and curses crashed against the walls like waves. Cracks in the walls concealed pieces of flesh and limbs, yet even in this situation, the most terrifying ghostly sounds in the room seemed to slow down.

The woman, chained to the old man's back, looked at the boy in his bear pajamas. This strong mother burst into tears, unconsciously shouting at her child, "Where have you been! I've been looking for you!"

With his scarred hands, he desperately pushed against the chains binding him. The evil spirit blinked, and the cursed chains on the old ghost's back were easily pushed away by an ordinary person.

The woman ran towards her child; she had never cried like this, not even in the face of death.

With fingernails gripping the child's collar, the evil spirit placed him in front of the woman.

Finally seeing her child, the woman opened her arms to hug him. But as she got closer, the boy, who had been unresponsive to the outside world, suddenly raised his head. His eyes showed no human emotion, and his small hand emerged from under his blood-stained clothes, stabbing directly into his mother's heart.

The arm finally stopped a foot away from the woman; the child's neck was being gripped by the old ghost, preventing him from taking another step forward.

“Your child is a soul hunter, and you are the wandering soul he is hunting. His first reaction upon seeing you will definitely be to kill you.” The evil soul stared at the distance of one foot, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He had indeed grabbed the boy’s collar, but he hadn’t used any force. Normally, the boy should have stopped an inch away from the woman.

To the evil spirit's surprise, the boy's hand stopped a full foot away from the woman; the soul hunter was actually resisting the instructions given to him by the administrator.

Butterflies enjoy manipulating human nature. In their view, it is a beautiful thing to make lovers kill each other. Perhaps they once hoped to drive the little boy to collect his mother's soul, but for various reasons, the boy did not do as they asked.

The child was unwilling to kill his mother. Even after becoming a ghost hunter, he would still stop his hands from stabbing his mother when he got close to her.

The woman looked at her child so close to her, tears streaming down her face. The emotions she had suppressed for so long burst forth at this moment, and she spoke all the words that had been weighing on her heart to her child.

Unfortunately, the child wearing the bear pajamas was unable to respond and seemed unable to understand what she was saying.

As the woman continued to call out for her child, the evil spirit seemed to be communicating with the old ghost: "Didn't you say that the Soul Chasers are all puppets made by the administrators? Didn't you tell me that they have no feelings? Why did this child stop on his own? How can a puppet have its own emotions?"

"The human soul is complicated? Old man, I'm trying to help you. I hope you won't tell me anything wrong anymore, as it will affect my judgment."

A malevolent gaze shifted between the woman and the child in red. The evil spirit used cursed chains to bind the woman and her child together to its back: "Don't cry! Once the administrator is killed, all the Soul Chasers will return to normal."

The evil spirit gazed at the woman and her child. There seemed to be something invisible between them, something that the evil spirit itself lacked. For the first time, he felt a sense of incompleteness, and the thought that he was incomplete quietly surfaced within him.

A hint of madness crept into his murderous eyes as the Evil Soul relentlessly pounded the gamblers in room 4034 with his fists until the ground was covered in cracks before he finally left.

Keep going up!

The mad old ghost and the frenzied evil spirit came to the Dead Building. Wherever they went, all the walls were stained red, and couplets and door panels fell off one by one.

"4044?"

Changes occurred in the corridor; the walls began to twist, paper money fell, and blood slowly flowed on the ground, as if the evil spirits had arrived at the ferry of the underworld.

He tossed aside the people chained to his back, and the evil spirit's eyes fixed on a particular room.

A headless gatekeeper slowly emerged from the blood-red door, dragging a sharp executioner's blade.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the stairwell, and one severed head after another rolled out from the doorway, their bloodied mouths shouting the same thing—"This road is blocked!"
The headless door god stood amidst the pile of heads, turning its body to face the old ghost.

"Is that the door god you were talking about?" The evil spirit showed no sign of backing down; his lips parted in a wide grin, and he laughed with unbridled joy.

Hearing the laughter of the evil spirit, the door god lowered his cleaver by an inch.

The head next to him slowly changed, forming Han Fei's face. Then, that face spoke: "I've already let you go once, don't be ungrateful."

Looking at the human head next to the door god, the evil spirit revealed a sinister smile: "My face is not something anyone can change at will. If you use my face, then don't blame me for smashing your door."

The evil spirit's words were anything but polite, lacking even the slightest hint of softening. Upon hearing this, the headless gatekeeper raised his blade, its pale light illuminating the evil spirit's face.

The corridor on the fourth floor changed again. The human heads and flesh twisted and turned, all of them resembling Han Fei. They were chanting something, and strands of blood emerged from their bodies and flowed into the door gods.

As the blood vessels gathered in large quantities, the door god suddenly raised his hand, and the blood vessels outlined a puppet of an evil soul in front of him. Then he raised his knife and slashed down at the forehead of the blood vessel puppet!
"Oh!"

A massive amount of yin energy exploded on the old ghost's body, causing the walls of the entire fourth-floor corridor to cave in on both sides.

A large amount of blood mist emerged from the puppet. When the mist dissipated, the door god stood still in place, while the old ghost's arms fell to the ground, the front parts of which had been completely severed.

The door god's executioner's blade was meant to kill evil spirits, but at the crucial moment, the old ghost took the blow for him.

Bright red blood slid down his forehead, staining half of the evil soul's face. His eyes opened amidst the blood, letting the blood flow into his eyes and mouth.

"Are the manager's watchdogs really that weak?"

The corner of his mouth, still dripping with blood, slowly split open. The evil spirit, his face half-stained with blood, stared intently at the door god. He said, word by word, "Give me all your hatred, let me use your bloodline."

The face on the old ghost's back screamed, releasing all the hatred that had been building up inside him, and dark black fire began to burn in the corridor.

The doors twisted and deformed, and the old ghost's crimson eyes reflected the figure of the evil spirit. He opened his mouth, and the voice he made was exactly the same as the evil spirit's.

"A headless ghost dares to call itself a god?"

(End of this chapter)