My Healing Games

Chapter 392 Han Fei and His Souls
The dazzling blade that pierced the darkness severed the butterfly's heart, and the entire dead building seemed to freeze for a second.

The butterfly turned its head in front of cabinet 4444, its gaze fixed on the evil spirit.

The future from the nightmare eventually became reality, except that the one wielding the knife was not Han Fei, but a demon.

How can a ghost wield the knife of humanity?

The frantically struggling butterfly paused for a moment, the crack in its chest spreading throughout its body along its veins.

As if its wings, which had stolen all the colors from the deeper world, began to dim, its night torn apart.

After the evil spirit unleashed that strike, the black fire of hatred in the old ghost's heart was completely extinguished. The blood-red butterfly death curse and the old ghost's hatred were buried together. Its massive soul dissipated like dust, and the last trace of its blood flowed into the evil spirit's body.

No one expected that an evil spirit could wield the knife of humanity, let alone that Old Ghost would be so decisive.

At this moment, the old arm gripping the hilt of the knife was slowly disappearing, and the heart that Butterfly valued most had been cleaved in two.

After the old ghost's soul dissipated, the evil soul that possessed the soul of the old ghost's grandson was even weaker than Han Fei.

Holding the knife, he retreated. For the evil spirit now, the knife had taken on a new meaning; he was determined to keep it no matter what.

The great evil within the butterfly's breast narrowly escaped death; completely captivated by its heart, it paid no heed to what was happening outside.

When it saw the heart shatter, it decisively bit the largest piece and then began to flee towards the outside of the butterfly's chest cavity.

The hatred and resentment surrounding the butterfly would not miss this opportunity; whether or not the butterfly could be killed depended on the next few seconds.

A spiderweb stained with sin trapped a butterfly at the wardrobe door, its most magnificent and dazzling wings torn apart, from which flowed nightmarish pus and blood.

The butterfly's body was breaking apart bit by bit, its handsome face covered in lividity and signs of death.

The butterfly, already in dire straits, kept clutching its cracked chest, trying to retrieve its shattered heart. But even its family members imprisoned inside its heart were scrambling to escape.

"They never considered you family, but that's no excuse for hurting so many people." The spider's crimson silk pierced the butterfly's body: "Repent for all the sins you've committed!"

"Repentance?" The butterfly clutched its pale hand to its heart, the cracks spreading to the back of its hand. "You pathetic creatures living in nightmares, do you really think you can kill me?"

A hysterical smile appeared on the handsome face. Butterfly suddenly plunged her arm into her heart, and her chest and the door of the wardrobe behind her exploded at the same time.

From birth, the butterfly was used to that wardrobe, the old wardrobe hiding all the nightmares it had ever had.

The 4444 wardrobe is an E-grade cursed object that perfectly matches the butterfly. When the butterfly detonates its body, the wardrobe behind it also shatters.

For the first time, the people of the Deep World witnessed the scene in Room 4444. The passage deep within that nightmare was connected to the consciousness of countless people. With Han Fei's current understanding, he could not comprehend the relationship between the nightmares generated by human consciousness and the Deep World.

With his limbs pierced by chains, he was prepared to die, but to his surprise, the hatred that the butterfly exploded seemed to deliberately avoid him.

The butterfly would never be so kind, so there's only one reason why the other party did this: the butterfly wants to use its last moments to complete the soul-returning ritual.

Its body was already trapped in the spider web, and this was its only chance to escape.

Before Han Fei could remind everyone, a deep black butterfly flew out from the depths of hatred.

A deeply hidden consciousness, carrying astonishing despair, burrowed into Han Fei's mind.

The butterfly separated Han Fei's good and evil, and his past, all for this very moment.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The moment the butterfly's body exploded, its hidden consciousness burrowed into Han Fei's mind.

This consciousness was hidden among countless black butterflies in the night; it was not powerful, but extremely well concealed.

If all goes well, the soul-returning ceremony can be completed silently, allowing you to exchange souls with Han Fei!

As long as it possesses everything of Han Fei, the butterfly will not be dead; it will be reborn in Han Fei's soul.

The butterfly wanted to seize Han Fei's consciousness and control his body, but as soon as it made this attempt, before it even made any move, Han Fei's mind was already stained red with blood. An orphanage flowing with blood appeared in his mind, and Han Fei, laughing maniacally, stared at the butterfly, seemingly looking forward to the butterfly coming over.

Now the butterfly had nowhere to retreat, and it crashed into the blood-red orphanage deep in Han Fei's mind.

Black hatred clashed with red memories, filling his mind with hysterical laughter.

Under the desperate attack of the butterfly, some memories related to the orphanage surfaced in Han Fei's mind. Those memories seemed normal, but the images were all blood red.

The children played games in the red room and ate red food in the red canteen, and no one noticed anything unusual.

These memories seemed to have been detached from the Crimson Orphanage. When Han Fei recalled them, his consciousness became hazy, as if he had been living in a nightmare, a nightmare that would never end.

The black butterfly wanted to corrupt Han Fei's mind, but when it paid a huge price to enter the blood-red orphanage, the original black butterfly was gradually assimilated into red.

It flapped its wings, trying to kill the laughing Han Fei, but its huge body slowly shrank in the orphanage. By the time it reached Han Fei, it had turned into an ordinary black butterfly.

With his hands outstretched, Han Fei laughed maniacally, almost morbidly.

He tore the black butterfly's body apart piece by piece with his bare hands, then fed it to the blood-red ants on the ground.

The black butterfly felt an unprecedented pain as ants gnawed at its heart, while Han Fei silently watched as the ants slowly gnawed at it.

The butterfly's hidden consciousness loosened the locks on the Crimson Orphanage's door considerably, and Han Fei recalled more and more blood-red memories. However, these memories were all normal; apart from being stained red with blood, there was nothing special about them.

With his mind calming down, Han Fei regained control of his body. He barely opened his eyes and saw the shattered room 4444.

All the nightmares that Butterfly had were etched on the wall. As Butterfly's consciousness dissipated, the narrow passage connecting the deep world and the nightmares twisted and broke. The sacrifices trapped inside were also about to be destroyed, including Feng Ziyu.

With himself barely able to save himself, Han Fei couldn't possibly save so many people; capturing Feng Ziyu was already his limit.

Spider silk wrapped around their bodies, and the spider dragged Han Fei and Feng Ziyu out of the cabinet.

After the two left, the terrifying E-level cursed object, the 4444 Wardrobe, completely shattered, burying all of Butterfly's nightmares in the past.

Lying on the withered blood vessels, Han Fei looked around.

The clock in the ruins struck 4:44. Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen were still frantically attacking the butterfly's shell and everything else that remained. The surviving residents of the building came out of their rooms. Some wanted to take the opportunity to escape the dead building, some stood at the edge of the ruins with awe, and others could not suppress their hatred for the butterfly. They surrounded the child that Han Fei had brought out from underground, the madman in room 1144, and the security guard, Hua Kui.

The madman and the courtesan are the butterfly's spare bodies, while the child is a fragment of the butterfly's soul, responsible for guarding the shrine underground, representing the butterfly's dream self.

As the butterfly's consciousness dissipated, the once innocent and adorable child transformed into a deformed monster—this was its true form.

Staring at the monster on the ground, Han Fei felt no sympathy whatsoever. He had witnessed the child kill the other children in the cupboard, robbing them of their appearance and future.

No one has the right to forgive the perpetrator on behalf of the victim.

To ensure the complete eradication of the butterfly, all the main businesses in the Dead Building spontaneously conducted a thorough investigation of every corner.

While everyone in the Happiness Community was trying to calm Xiao Ba down, Xu Qin walked over to Han Fei and took out a prepared box: "Do you need me to feed you?"

Before Han Fei could speak, a male student rushed over. He had just crawled out from underground, carrying Yinghuo on his back and holding Laisheng in his arms, his eyes full of worry.

"You're the group's administrator, so please don't let anything else happen."

When the male student brought Firefly and Laisheng to Han Fei's side, the evil spirit holding the Rebirth Blade not far away also looked at Han Fei.

The group seemed to be on the same wavelength, knowing what the others were thinking, but none of them spoke.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei knew that he had to face the things that needed to be faced. With Xu Qin's help, he sat up straight.

"My soul has taken over your bodies. Is there anything you need me to do? I will help you complete it," Han Fei said to those who had been summoned by his soul.

"I... I still want to see my dad and mom..." Laisheng was the first to speak. He was still a child, and all he wanted was to be with his parents.

"They're here." Han Fei gestured for Lai Sheng to look behind him. After the butterfly's consciousness dissipated, the restraints on the Soul Chaser also disappeared. Although Lai Sheng's parents had not fully recovered, they still found Lai Sheng immediately, driven by instinct.

Perhaps out of fear of frightening the child, they stood far away in the shadows, protecting Laisheng's back.

"Go and tell them properly, convey your longing to them." After Han Fei finished speaking, he looked at Yinghuo, this tall and thin man, whose kindness was heartbreaking: "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"From now on, you'll be the new administrator of that group chat. Don't worry about me. I want to try my best to live on, along with your part." Firefly's own consciousness was slowly awakening. Like Han Fei's kindness, he was very gentle and sensitive.

Being summoned to the deeper world deeply affected Firefly, and he may very well become the second person to be healed by this game.

Finally, Han Fei looked at the evil spirit, who had been staring at him the whole time.

Before Han Fei could speak, the Evil Soul had already walked over with the Rebirth Blade. His bloodshot eyes were filled with evil, and madness was ingrained in his bones: "I always thought you were my Evil Soul, but now it seems I was wrong."

"I never expected that the person I saw in the butterfly's nightmare would be you." Han Fei had met the door gods before and knew that the souls separated after the split would develop disloyalty. But he forgot one thing: souls also vary from person to person. What kind of person a person is determines what kind of soul they have, and some things are very difficult to change.

"Who I see isn't important. What's important is that until just now I still felt like a good person, the kind who could save the world." The Evil Soul raised its arm, extended the Rebirth Blade towards Han Fei, and then placed the hilt in Han Fei's palm: "I need you to do me a favor."

"What's the deal?"

“I’ve taken over the consciousness of a little bastard. His greatest wish is to see his family again, but now his family has all run into this knife, and I can’t control it freely. So I want you to release his family so they can see each other again.” The evil spirit released its grip, completely at ease.

"no problem."

Seeing that Han Fei agreed, the evil soul smiled, its lips stained with blood. It deliberately concealed its own consciousness, forcing the old ghost's grandson's consciousness to emerge.

When the evil spirit opened its eyes again, its appearance had begun to change. There was no trace of evil in its eyes, only fear, unease, and a trace of longing.

"To be reborn!"

The gleaming blade flashed once more, and the people accompanying Han Fei slowly appeared, including all of Lao Gui's family.

Seeing the figure standing behind Han Fei, the old ghost's grandson burst into tears. He ran towards the untouchable phantom and stood among his family.

Death is a train that never turns back. On the platform at the final stop, departing family members stand, waving goodbye through the windows with smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)