My Healing Games

Chapter 385 The Heart of Nightmare (4000 words)

"A broken cocoon?"

Looking at the huge cocoon fragments on the sea of ​​blood-red flowers, Han Fei was puzzled. It seemed that something had broken out of its cocoon and completed its transformation in the deepest part of the Dead Building.

"The butterfly's strength should still be at the stage of hatred, but the aura emanating from the cocoon fragments is already at an indescribable level."

"This is not a butterfly cocoon!"

The deathly aura emanating from the cocoon enveloped the Dead Building residential complex, and it was precisely because of this deathly aura that the complex was named the Dead Building.

Approaching the flowers before him, Han Fei stood at the elevator entrance, his vibrant petals still glistening with dewdrops, a testament to the condensation of death. He gripped the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, reluctant to enter the sea of ​​flowers, yet two voices within him urged him on.

One of them was the Great Evil, which was hidden on Han Fei's arm and became completely excited. It seemed to have lost control of the spikes on its body, causing a large amount of soul poison to seep into Han Fei's blood and merge with the Death Curse.

The other was the maniacal laughter. The death curse of the butterfly shattered something in Han Fei's mind, and the maniacal laughter kept echoing in his ears.

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it." Han Fei dragged the unconscious boy from the ground out of the elevator.

His shoes felt as if they were stepping on flesh and blood as they stepped on the flowers. A strong sense of death permeated the surroundings, and Han Fei felt as if he were walking on the seabed.

"The child in the wardrobe on the seventh basement floor asked me to destroy a heart. This sea of ​​flowers is so vast, how can I find that heart?"

The manager will return to the body at 4:44 AM, and Han Fei is planning to disrupt the return ceremony, so he has no time to search for the heart.

The loud laughter around him was making him feel uneasy. Every few steps he would turn around and look around, as if someone was lying on the back of his head.

"Forget it, let's leave it to Da Nie. Both it and the butterfly emerged from human cocoons, so they should be able to sense something."

The scene before him reminded Han Fei of the morgue beneath the security company, except that the flower field beneath the dead building was about ten times larger than the morgue, and at a glance, the dimly lit ground was covered with bright red blood flowers.

Raising the arm through which Da Nie was hiding, Han Fei used Da Nie's instincts to move through the sea of ​​flowers.

He climbed up a high slope, and when he looked down, Han Fei was completely dumbfounded, and his face turned very pale.

The huge fragments of the cocoon exposed above the sea of ​​flowers are only a tiny part of the entire cocoon! The truly broken cocoon lies buried beneath the flowers!
Standing on high ground, one can clearly see that the giant cocoon, which is etched with countless human faces, has been torn open from the middle, and its original appearance can still be vaguely discerned.

This is a humanoid cocoon. Its shattered limbs and head are very similar to those of a human. Its massive shell directly supports four dead buildings in the community.

If it were only these things, Han Fei might be shocked, but his expression would not change.

Inside the massive shell of the shattered cocoon hung countless children, their bodies connected to the roots of the flowers atop their heads, parts of their skin blurred and indistinct.

What sent chills down Han Fei's spine even further was that many of the children's expressions would change from time to time, as if they were having a long nightmare.

"Oh my God……"

The butterfly collected many children's nightmares, which contained their emotions and memories, and became fertilizer for the blood flower.

"Does each blood blossom correspond to a child?"

The maniacal laughter around me became even more piercing, more desolate, and more insane.

Han Fei felt as if someone had pushed him, and he grabbed the unconscious child next to him and jumped down from the height.

With his palm gripping the roots of the blood flower, Han Fei looked closely at the human faces on the cocoon and the children hanging inside. He now understood why the pupa that the butterfly stuffed into the body of the vengeful ghost was called a human pupa.

That thing may look like an insect, but it is actually the filth in people's hearts. To make a person break free from their cocoon, it needs to absorb all the emotions and memories related to people.

How did this cocoon grow to such a large size?

As Han Fei climbed down, he grabbed the arms of the children one by one, stepping on their nightmares, and climbed to the bottom of the valley.

Looking up, the abyss where the devil dwells is nothing more than this, with bloodstains everywhere and children recurring nightmares hanging on the cliff walls.

Seeing this, Han Fei couldn't help but recall the task prompts the system had given him when the "Return of the Soul" task was released.

"I fell into the abyss of nightmares, where nightmares and demons stared at me silently. They wondered why I didn't struggle or call for help. I wondered why they would ask such a question?"

"Is it possible that not every child in this world is like me?"

"Born into a cocoon, and eventually grows wings?"

Connecting these words to the current situation, Han Fei was truly astonished.

"Is the bottom of the nightmare mentioned in the hint the depths of this cocoon?"

"The butterfly must have come here for some reason, just like the other children hanging around it. But it is different from those children. It has been transformed into a completely new monster by demons and nightmares."

"This shattered cocoon is where butterflies are born!"

Thinking of this, Han Fei became even more puzzled. The cocoon had nothing to do with the butterfly; the cocoon had already appeared before the butterfly was born.

What will crawl out of this cocoon? And who has hung so many children's nightmares here?
"Butterflies have always wanted to create their own kind..." Han Fei suddenly had a chilling thought: "Could it be that the butterflies succeeded a long time ago? Are the active butterflies now just scapegoats?"

Staring at the torn cocoon, feeling the intense death aura emanating from it, this was merely a ripped shell, yet the aura it exuded already surpassed mere hatred.

Han Fei wanted to stop and think, but the great evil and the maniacal laughter wouldn't let him have any peace. Soul poison dripped down his arm, and the stinging pain and the notification sound of increasing soul poison resistance kept drilling into his mind.

Continuing downwards, at the very bottom of the giant cocoon, it seemed as if a battle was taking place, the hatred stirring the black mist.

As Han Fei slowly approached, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes when he saw the other person.

"Zhuang Wen?"

After merging all the consciousnesses, the ghost who jumped from Building No. 1 went directly into Building No. 4, intending to kill her father.

Han Fei hadn't seen the other person in Building 4, and he never expected that Zhuang Wen would actually come here.

The black mist kept gathering around Zhuang Wen, and the place where she was was the center of the black mist vortex.

Zhuang Wen seemed to want to destroy this place, but the black mist suppressed her tightly.

The stronger you are in this place, the more likely you are to be targeted by the black mist.

However, upon closer reflection, weaker resentments would be crushed by the will to die before even reaching this point. Han Fei is a complete anomaly; a living person possessing immense karma and receiving the blessing of a large-scale resentment.

"A large amount of black mist dissipated and trapped the singing. Could the remaining deathly intent still suppress an existence that was close to hatred?"

Without the song and Zhuang Wen, Han Fei would have faced several times the death he does now.

Approaching Zhuang Wen, Han Fei originally wanted to see if he could communicate with her, but upon getting closer, he realized that Zhuang Wen was completely dominated by hatred.

Normally, ghosts with a level of hatred can completely control the hatred in their hearts, but Zhuang Wen's situation is exactly the opposite. After failing to break through her hatred for the first time, the hatred in her body is now becoming more and more intense. If Han Fei goes any further, he may also be attacked by her.

"Forget it, let's go see what Da Nie really wants first."

Guided by the great calamity, Han Fei began to wander through the valley of nightmares.

As he looked at the nightmares of the children on both sides, he felt a strange unease, and the maniacal laughter around him seemed to subside somewhat.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Han Fei finally stopped in a very inconspicuous corner.

This place is no different from the rest of Nightmare Valley, and there is no difference in appearance, but Da Nie just wants to come to this place.

Gently parting the child pierced by the roots, Han Fei saw a dilapidated shrine deep within the profusion of blood flowers.

"A shrine? Another shrine?"

Han Fei is now somewhat resistant to the shrine. The reason he entered the Dead Building ahead of time was because he opened the shrine at the entrance of the Happiness Community, which caused the singing to go crazy and chase him all the way into the Dead Building.

"At the bottom of Nightmare Valley, deep within the blood-stained flowers, what god dwells in the shrine hidden within the shattered cocoon?"

The shrine before him was covered in blood, and the surrounding area was filled with the souls of children. Han Fei was conflicted. He was really afraid of the shrine, but he also wanted to brush away the blood to see what was inside.
It's like there's an unknown red button in front of you, and you really want to press it a few times to try it out.

The great evil in his arm was completely excited, and the blood-red lines spread from his arm to Han Fei's heart, constantly urging him on.

"You're always trying to get me into trouble."

Han Fei parted the child's soul and slipped into this inconspicuous corner.

Unless there is a great calamity, no one would have been able to discover the shrine.

As the distance drew closer, the Great Evil's reaction grew stronger, and the crimson patterns on its body gradually spread to Han Fei's entire body, scorching his skin.

The shrine deep inside the cocoon is different from the shrine in the Happiness Community; it seems to be much older, and the black cloth covering the shrine has long since rotted away.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade and shattered the blood flowers outside the shrine. He bent down and looked into the shrine.

"Attention Player 0000! Failed to activate the shrine! Each shrine hides a different 'god' behind it. Opening a shrine carelessly may cost you your life!"

As the system notification appeared in his mind, Han Fei also saw what was inside the shrine.

It was a broken heart, surrounded by a dense network of tiny blood vessels that connected to the roots of flowers, constantly drawing nightmares from the souls of countless children.

The heart emitted a strong stench; it seemed to have been dead for a long time, yet it still continued to beat.

"Is it the source of all death in the entire Dead Building?"

The Great Evil was extremely excited. The more excited it was, the closer Han Fei was to death. This was one of its talents.

"Just shred it?"

Gripping the Rebirth Slayer Blade tightly, Han Fei stared at the shattered heart in the shrine, as if he had returned to the flesh and blood factory.

After the Rebirth Slayer Blade was successfully forged, the evil heart of the spider was used as a sacrifice to the blade. Now, it is to shatter a heart that is closely related to the butterfly.

Perhaps severing the spider's evil heart was part of the spider's plan, as it seemed that only in this way could the Rebirth Blade appear.

Without hesitation, Han Fei recalled everything he had experienced in the Death Tower, the crimes committed by Butterfly, and all the pain and despair the victims had endured.

He gripped the butcher knife with both hands and slowly raised it, intending to unleash the full potential of the Rebirth Butcher Knife!

A series of figures appeared behind Han Fei, and they all gripped the hilt of the sword together with him.

A dazzling blade appeared in an instant, and Han Fei grasped the most beautiful, hopeful, and human qualities in his hand. Then, everyone slashed downwards together!
Blood blossoms fell, blood vessels like roots were torn apart, Han Fei's butcher's knife cleaved open the shrine and fell upon that rotten heart!
A blade unlike anything ever seen in the deep world pierced his heart. Almost instantly, Han Fei felt a pair of eyes open inside the shrine. He didn't even see what they were before his body flew far away.

His hands, gripping the Rebirth Knife, were covered in blood, and his chest, cheeks, and lower abdomen, which faced the shrine, were a bloody mess.

The Rebirth Blade did indeed pierce the heart, shattering the black scab, but the things inside the shrine reacted too quickly.

His arm went numb. Turning his head, Han Fei discovered that the blood patterns on his body had disappeared, and the Great Calamity seemed to have left his body.

Looking at the shrine, the giant monster, which was several times smaller than before, was now lying on the broken heart. It began to gnaw at the heart enshrined in the shrine, following the fresh wound that Han Fei had made!

The blood vessels connected to the surrounding blood flower roots began to tremble, and the child's soul, hanging on the giant wall of the cocoon, swayed and struggled, as if someone in a nightmare was about to be frightened awake.

The vibrations continued to radiate outwards, and the black mist pounded against the fragments of the cocoon like a tsunami.

"That broken heart definitely doesn't belong to the current manager of the Dead Building. Who does it really belong to?"

Han Fei's health was almost depleted. The Midnight Butcher's professional talent was triggered. He didn't hesitate for even half a second and retreated at an even faster speed than before, but it was too late.

A major upheaval occurred at the bottom of Nightmare Valley, and the foundation that had been supporting the Dead Building was now in disarray!

The small shrine was integrated with the entire cocoon, and a sea of ​​blood flowers poured inward. Just as Han Fei was about to be crushed into dust, a giant red shadow enveloped him.

Han Fei glanced to the side with lingering fear. In the eyes of Zhuang Wen, the ghost who jumped off the building, burned a black fire of hatred, a raging fire that was scorching the soul of a little girl.

The girl seemed to represent the only remaining rationality of the ghost who jumped off the building. When the girl could no longer bear the burning hatred, that was when Zhuang Wen lost control again.

"Escape uphill! The path is up there!" Han Fei shouted, but Zhuang Wen showed no intention of leaving.

The woman, whose eyes burned with the black flames of hatred, seemed to have finally found something to vent her hatred, and thus began to attack the shrine.

(End of this chapter)