My Healing Games

Chapter 386 The Return of the Soul Begins! (4000)

All the good fortune a person encounters may be due to their unintentional kindness towards others.

Han Fei was able to be protected by Zhuang Wen at this moment entirely because he helped Zhuang Wen break free from the butterfly's control when they were in Building No. 1.

Even as she was consumed by hatred, Zhuang Wen unconsciously saved Han Fei's life. However, there was no deeper connection between them, and Han Fei was unable to influence Zhuang Wen through his words.

Now that things are at a critical moment, Zhuang Wen did not think of running away. Instead, she gathered all her hatred and smashed it hard at the shrine!
Blood flowed from the dilapidated shrine, the ancient bloodstains emitting a strong stench, veins snapped, and countless blood blossoms withered in mid-air.

A terrifying power is awakening within the shrine. It seems to be one with the entire cocoon fragment, capable of mobilizing everything in this sea of ​​blood flowers and the bottom of Nightmare Valley.

A dense network of veins extends from the sea of ​​flowers, weaving together around the shrine to form a giant net.

Layer upon layer, Zhuang Wen and Han Fei were completely enveloped inside.

Under Zhuang Wen's relentless attacks, cracks appeared on the surface of the shrine. Even a ghost with near-hatred could not completely destroy the shrine, which gave Han Fei a new understanding of the unspeakable existence.

However, Zhuang Wen's attack was not entirely without effect; at least she created a very good feeding environment for Da Nie.

The great evil clinging to the heart seemed to have already devoured part of it, drinking the blood flowing from its heart into its own belly.

To nourish the heart within the shrine, countless children's nightmares and souls hang on the inner walls of the giant cocoon; every drop of blood in that heart contains the deepest fears and nightmares.

"The Great Evil probably sensed this thing when I entered the Death Tower. It hid in my arm to prevent it from discovering me until I approached the shrine, when it suddenly ran out of my body."

Da Nie treated Han Fei like his own clothes. This pet looked dark and honest, but it was actually much more cunning than its owner imagined.

"Both butterflies and great evils seem to have emerged from human cocoons, but butterflies tend to be more human-like, while great evils tend to be more non-human-like. They are of the same origin, and their pursuit and desire for certain things should also be similar."

The situation had spiraled out of Han Fei's control. All he could do was open his inventory and eat the last pig's heart that Xu Qin had given him.

In healing-themed games, stamina is restored so quickly.

Inside the shrine, the great evil was gnawing at the heart, while outside, Zhuang Wen was launching a frenzied attack. The black mist spreading around them had gone berserk, and numerous cracks appeared on the floors above, with roots like blood vessels piercing into the dead building.

Previously, it was the heart in the shrine that sustained the Dead Tower; now, it has begun to draw something from the Dead Tower in turn.

After being injured, the unspeakable that the shrine represented opened its eyes.

The underground floors collapsed and cracked layer by layer, and the black mist, like waves and vortexes, was driven by some force to lift the shrine from the deepest part of the underground.

The "god" who had been sleeping deep within the depths of death seemed about to see the light of day again.

A strange voice emerged from the heart of the nightmare, chanting words no one could understand. The dead heart began to beat again in the shrine!
……

At the same time that the incident occurred in the deepest part of the underground building, the sound of the Soul Bell ringing came from room 4244 on the top floor of Building 4.

The sound seemed to foreshadow something. At first, the soul bell only rang at the door of room 4244, then it rang in all the rooms on the top floor, and slowly the soul bell rang throughout the entire building.

"Grandma, it's not even 4:44 yet. I want to stay with everyone a little longer."

At an ordinary dining table sat a little girl with a ponytail. She had chubby cheeks and a lovely smile.

"Grandma also wanted to spend more time with you, but the time has come." An old lady left the wooden dining table, went into the kitchen, and came out with a kitchen knife in her hand.

"Thank you for spending so much time with me."

The old man looked kindly at the little girl sitting at the table. The girl held a soup spoon in one hand and protected the soup bowl in front of her with the other. The bowl contained dumplings wrapped in white paper.

The girl had a smile on her face the whole time. She seemed to be used to acting cute with the old man, and she was still smiling even when the old man raised the kitchen knife.

The raised arm fell over the girl's head, the cleaver slicing through her skin but not a drop of blood flowed. The girl laughed, her body shattering like paper, leaving only fragments of a family photo on the chair.

"My dear, it's your turn." The old lady looked at the old man sitting on the other side of her. He was stern-faced, but his gaze towards the old lady was unusually gentle.

With the same single slash, the old man's body shattered like paper.

The old lady's cloudy eyes were a little moist, but she had to do these things.

I turned my head and looked at my family members sitting at the table.

It should have been a harmonious gathering of four generations under one roof, but now, apart from himself, all those sitting around the dining table are paper figures.

Everything was because of that child, because of that child who should have died.

"We are being punished for the sins we committed."

The old lady fought back tears as she used a kitchen knife to cut open the bodies of her family members one by one. She picked up the remaining fragments of the family portrait from each person's body, pieced them together, and then looked at the chair at the very end of the dining table.

The chair was lower than a normal chair, and it seemed to be newly added. It also seemed that no one had ever sat on it; it was just a decoration.

"I never saw you at the family banquets when you were alive, but now you are the only one left at these banquets."

Picking up a chair from the end of the dining table, the old lady went to the center of the living room. She looked at the shrine she had built herself and placed the assembled family photo in front of it.

The lit candles were blown out. The items on the offering table appeared unchanged on the outside, but they seemed to rot, emitting a foul odor from the inside out.

The lights inside the room flickered a few times and then went out completely. The old lady silently placed the chair that had never been sat on in front of the shrine.

The old woman picked up the soul bell and shook it repeatedly, muttering something under her breath. She opened all the doors in the house and cut all the red ropes tied to various parts of the house.

The once ordinary room instantly became eerie. A cold wind blew up the fragments of paper figures on the ground, and those paper figures that were only supposed to smile began to shed tears.

The doors and windows made slight noises, accompanied by creaking sounds. The shrine door inside the altar even began to tremble slightly, and something seemed to change in the pieced-together family portrait.

In the old lady's family, four generations lived together. In the group photo that was crowded with people, a deformed figure quietly emerged.

It wasn't originally in the photo, but its appearance doesn't seem out of place; it's as if it's a member of the family, and it was always meant to be there.

"In the month of Ren Chen, on the day of Ren Chen, at the hour of Yin, it is auspicious to conduct burial, but inauspicious to offer sacrifices to the gods."

The old woman shook the soul bell, and her own body was breaking apart little by little. However, she was wrapped in red ropes, which firmly held her flesh and soul together, preventing her body from disintegrating.

With all his might, he chanted a song to summon the soul. As the old man's suppressed voice came from room 4244, the entire dead building resounded with mournful music.

The ladders used to guide the soul that hung on the doors of every household were all broken, paper money flew everywhere, and the will to die surged.

In the darkest hour before dawn, the door to the shrine in room 4244 slowly opened!

The family photo placed in front of the shrine disappeared into the shrine; the deformed figures in the family photo seemed to be the only photo left behind by the manager of the dead building.

The old woman chanted the soul-summoning song more and more urgently, her back hunched, and she frantically shook the soul bell in her hand.

Gradually, the shrine in room 4244 began to change, seemingly establishing a connection with the shrine underground.

The black blood vessels started from the shrine in room 4244 and spread wildly through the walls of the dead building, causing the death curse hidden in all the residents' bodies to erupt.

Fear, pain, and despair made them begin to recall that terrifying figure in their minds.

Blood began to seep from all the wardrobes in the dead building complex. The passage between nightmares and the deeper world was slowly opening, and the fear of all the residents was the bridge between nightmares and the deeper world.

Desperate screams echoed throughout the Death Tower, and a stench from the depths of the soul permeated every corner of the building.

The black veins that pierced through the walls carried boundless hatred as they pressed down towards the bottom of the Death Building, while the root-like veins on the ground surface surged upwards with death intent. The two sides finally met on the fourth floor of the Death Building.

Just as their blood vessels were intertwined and hatred and the will to die were about to merge, a shrill song suddenly rang out, filling all the residents in the building with a new fear!

The death intent that was originally meant to merge with hatred was abruptly pulled back by the song. This unspeakable being was completely enraged. Nothing can come and go as it pleases in the face of the unspeakable.

Grotesque cracks appeared on the fourth floor of Building 4. Room 4044 was the center where death and hatred converged, and the blood gate where the headless gatekeeper had once lingered was torn apart.

The staircase in the dead building is tilted, but no matter how much noise was made before, the wardrobes inside the dead building were not affected.

However, as the door to room 4044 shattered, cracks spread into the room, and the wardrobes that were originally standing against the wall also started to malfunction. The turmoil in the deep world had already affected the wardrobe world.

The world of wardrobes, filled with red garments, began to tremble. Blood-red cracks appeared on the ground and overhead like scars, and monsters hiding in the red garments fled in all directions.

Under the influence of numerous cracks, the boundaries of the wardrobe world began to break down, gradually merging with the deeper world.

The original wardrobe world existed between the nightmare and the real world, but now it feels like it's being completely dragged into the deeper world.

Even worse, at this very moment, in the center of the wardrobe world, an incredibly enormous old ghost is frantically attacking the wardrobe door at the center of the world. His eyes are burning with black flames of hatred, and his body exudes a chilling evil aura.

The seemingly ordinary wardrobe withstood all of the old ghost's attacks until cracks in the Dead Building began to spread throughout the wardrobe world, and finally, the wardrobe standing at the center of the world showed signs of damage.

"This wardrobe is the core of the cursed object, the reason why this nightmare world exists. If I can't have something this good, then I must destroy it as soon as possible!"

His unrestrained laughter was mixed with hatred; Old Ghost was now like a madman who had lost control.

The tiny cracks on the wardrobe slowly widened, and this change seemed to spread to farther places.

……

Huanhai Mansion was Huang Ying's childhood home, located in the best part of the old town, where all his fondest memories are kept.

"Snapped!"

Bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground, and cooked food was splattered everywhere. A woman wearing an apron was standing in front of the bedroom wardrobe.

She is not tall, has a slender figure, and a gentle appearance. Years of teaching and educating people have given her a scholarly air.

The woman in front of him looked just like Huang Ying's mother, but Huang Ying, who was locked in the closet, was certain that no matter how well she disguised herself, she was not his mother.

Picking up the shards of a greasy rice bowl from the ground, the woman squatted down in front of the wardrobe. She stared at Huang Ying, who was locked inside like a dog, and hatred gradually welled up in her eyes.

"Is this all you know?" Huang Ying, covered in wounds, raised his head. After being killed countless times by his "mother" in different ways, he gradually understood a truth.

At first, he thought that being killed by his mother would alleviate his guilt towards her, so he even went so far as to seek death, which made Butterfly even doubt him for a while.

But as the number of deaths increased, Huang Ying realized that even if he died ten thousand times, he would still not be able to reduce his guilt towards his mother.

Some things, once they happen, will forever remain in your mind, and no matter how many times they are repeated in your nightmares, reality will not change.

When his mother saved him, she certainly didn't want him to carry the burden of guilt and pain for the rest of his life.

Perhaps the best way to repay her is to live a happy, joyful, and fulfilling life.

Imprisoned in the closet, Huang Ying, on the verge of death, wore a faint smile on his face, a smile he rarely showed.

His gaze no longer darted away; he stared at the face that was almost identical to his mother's, and the self-reproach in his eyes was replaced by pity.

“My mother would never do these things to me, but your parents really did. You’re pathetic, but I don’t sympathize with you.”

Huang Ying's words struck a nerve with Butterfly, but he didn't care at all: "You torture me in so many different ways, is it because your parents treated you the same way? They raised you like an animal, so you became like an animal?"

"What a pathetic fellow, devoid of any humanity. Compared to you, I am so fortunate, because even in death, I have been loved. You will never understand that feeling, because no one will love you, and you don't deserve anyone's love, hahahaha!"

Inside the wardrobe, Huang Ying, covered in wounds, laughed at the butterfly. The woman standing in front of the wardrobe had a distorted face, and the entire nightmare seemed to be compressing inward, as if she wanted to twist Huang Ying's soul to pieces.

But just then, the woman who had transformed from the butterfly suddenly sensed something unusual. She looked down at her chest and saw a crack in the area where her heart was, and the crack was slowly widening!
With a furrowed brow, she looked at the clock on the wall. In all of Huang Ying's nightmares, there was a clock hanging there, and now the clock showed four o'clock.

Even though it wasn't the agreed time yet, her body was already acting up. Unable to maintain her own body any longer, she threw Huang Ying out of the wardrobe and went inside herself.

She seemed very anxious, as if she would never be able to go back if she didn't.

(End of this chapter)