My Healing Games

Chapter 402 Please consider carefully!

"Mission Requirements: Explore Ancestral Hall Street and repair the shrines there."

"Mission prompt: Not everyone who lives in a shrine is a god."

"Attention! This is a timed task. Please complete it within three hours!"

The system notification sounded very suddenly. After carefully reading the mission information, Han Fei's eyes showed a hint of doubt: "Repair the shrine? What will we use to repair it?"

He came here to do something big and didn't care much about Citang Street itself, but because of this F-level mission, he has now changed his mind.

All tasks related to the shrine must be handled with utmost care.

Based on the information currently available, shrines are the path to the unspeakable, and every shrine must be approached with caution.

"This is a timed mission, I only have three hours."

Han Fei carried the altar directly into Citang Street, where he could clearly sense the difference between this street and other places.

There was no sign of any ghosts or monsters, nor could one sense the stench or blood emanating from the vengeful spirit; instead, a faint wisp of smoke drifted in the air.

Looking into the distance, Citang Street is not long; you can see the end of it at a glance. The doors and windows of every household on both sides of the street are sealed with bricks, and strange symbols are written on the walls.

"Can you sense anything unusual?" Han Fei communicated with his neighbors in the spirit altar, but even Ku, who was very sensitive to despair and negative emotions, did not notice anything wrong.

“The song has been severely damaged. If I were him, I would definitely conceal my presence now, hide in the shadows, and then wait for the right opportunity to deliver the final blow. To catch the thief, you must first catch the king. After I die, the people in the Dead Building and the Happiness Community will be divided.”

Han Fei's mind raced, and although his expression remained unchanged, his consciousness never left the game's exit button.

"The song was already severely damaged before it entered the Death Tower. When it attacked the butterfly, it was injured again on top of its original strength. Now its strength is estimated to be less than 10%."

With various tactics and strategies constantly flashing through his mind, Han Fei had unknowingly entered the depths of Citang Street.

When he reached the very center of Citang Street, not only him, but all the vengeful ghosts, including Zhuang Wen, stopped in their tracks.

In the center of Citang Street stands the oldest ancestral hall, from which mournful and eerie songs emanate.

"The singing is inside!"

Even from a distance of several meters, everyone could feel the pressure.

My body was instinctively resisting; I couldn't even see a shadow, and my legs were already involuntarily trying to back away.

The neighbors of Xingfu Community emerged from the altar and stood protectively in front of Han Fei.

When they encountered the singing at the security company, Han Fei, in order to buy everyone time to escape, lured the singing into the dead building by himself.

The neighbors of Happiness Community will definitely not allow such a thing to happen again when faced with singing.

"Something seems amiss."

Before, whenever I heard singing, all my resentment and regrets would flee and hide, but now it's different.

Everyone moved together toward the building in the very center of Citang Street. Compared to the other buildings, this building was obviously much older and had a rather unique style of construction, somewhat like an old house from a hundred years ago.

“It seems that something else came before us.” The Mirror God behind the Firefly Dragon suddenly spoke up: “There is a faint aura that I hate very much at the entrance of the shrine. I can confirm that people from other areas have been here.”

"What is that?" Yinglong found several thin red threads at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He reached out and touched them, and the threads instantly turned into foul-smelling blood.

"Stay away from those ropes." Mirror God spoke again: "The Dead Building area is full of death curses. The most common ones here are all kinds of curses. Other areas are different from the Dead Building. For example, these ropes that melt into blood. They are called life ropes, which are tied to the ankles of the dead. I once heard the previous building manager say that in other areas, hatred controlled the fate of a large number of resentful people through life ropes and turned them all into toys and dolls."

"The butterfly has only just died, and something is already getting restless?" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade and slashed at the blood on the ground. A scream came from the blood droplet, and then the blood droplet turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"Legend has it that the life rope connects a person's fate, and your knife seems capable of severing even a fate tainted with malice." The Mirror God was quite surprised; this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.

“Since it could be shattered by the Rebirth Blade, it means that the other party is utterly wicked and full of evil thoughts. We need to make plans as soon as possible.” Han Fei gestured for everyone to continue forward: “We just killed the butterfly, and now something else wants to come. We really can’t relax for a moment in this deep world.”

Pushing open the door of the ancestral hall in the center of the street, you see blood-stained red ropes everywhere, each rope wrapped with white and black talismans.

With a swift stroke, the red rope was severed, revealing a black coffin deep within the ancestral hall. At the far end of the coffin was an offering table upon which rested a dilapidated shrine.

"Was the shrine on the top floor of the Dead Building brought here by the song?"

Han Fei and the owners of the Dead Building recognized the shrine at a glance. At that time, the butterfly had triggered something hidden in the shrine, and it attacked the song with all its might.

The song withstood the attack and then left with the shrine and the old man's head.

Upon seeing the dilapidated shrine, everyone tensed up and became fully alert. They then slowly focused their attention on the black coffin, as the only place in the ancestral hall where people could hide was in the coffin.

Several resentful spirits approached simultaneously, and at the prompting of the Mirror God, the coffin lid was opened.

Inside the black coffin was a music box, from which the mournful dirge emanated.

No one dared to make a move, and in the end, it was Xu Qin who took the music box out of the black coffin.

This music box looks very ordinary, except that there are two sentences written on the bottom of the box.

The first sentence was something Han Fei had seen in reality: "I hope everyone in the world can hear your singing, and I hope you can touch their hearts and bring them joy and happiness."

The handwriting of the second sentence is completely different from that of the first, filled with a twisted and insane murderous intent. Just by looking at the distorted characters, one can feel the anger and pain of the person who carved the words—"God only blesses those who are useful to Him."

“If Gesheng is indeed one of Fusheng’s three children, then the first sentence should be Fusheng’s message to Gesheng, and the second sentence is very likely written by Gesheng to Fusheng.” Han Fei could tell that something must have happened between Gesheng and Fusheng.

"The faces of all the statues on this ancestral hall street have been destroyed, and all the places where the names of those who should be worshipped have been erased, as if the people worshipped in the ancestral hall have a name that cannot be spoken."

"Of all the people I know, only the former building manager, Fu Sheng, fits this description. He chose the path of destroying the Deep World, destined to be an enemy of all the unspeakable things in the Deep World. Judging from the ending, he was beaten to the point of having his memories shattered, and his name should have become a taboo."

"After obtaining the shrine and the old man's head, the song went directly to Ancestral Hall Street and placed the shrine there. Could it be that Ancestral Hall Street was originally built to commemorate Fu Sheng? If he hadn't been beaten to the point of having his memories shattered, there should have been statues of him everywhere on this street."

Fu Sheng's path failed, and now no one dares to mention his name anymore; his idol has also had its face destroyed.

Besides Han Fei, the only thing that truly remembers him is his singing.

"For Fu Sheng, the ultimate goal is to destroy the deep world. Although the song is his child, it may be abandoned in the face of the ultimate goal."

Singing is an ineffable thing. What kind of trauma did he suffer to end up like this?

Han Fei still had many doubts, but no one could answer them for him.

Before he arrived, the song left the shrine and took the old man's head with it.

Logically speaking, Han Fei should indeed be proud to have driven an unspeakable being to this point, but he felt no joy at all.

The life ropes outside the ancestral hall indicated that, besides him, others had also set their sights on the song.

"When I logged into the game, I saw Gesheng squatting in Citang Street, holding a human head. Was he waiting for me on purpose? Trying to lure me over?"

Han Fei's impression of the song had always been that it was powerful, insane, and bloodthirsty, but after the song took the old man's head, he seemed to have changed and regained a sliver of reason.

"What does he want to do?"

Gazing at the shrine on the altar, Han Fei approached little by little, feeling something drawing him in.

"The shrine is placed on the altar, as if it was always meant to be there..."

"Be careful, don't touch the shrine carelessly."

The Mirror God warned him from behind, but Han Fei still grabbed the black cloth on the shrine and lifted it.

At this moment, Han Fei stood alone in front of the shrine, looking into it.

The dilapidated shrine has been restored, but the statues inside are faceless.

Just then, it seemed as if blood was flowing from Han Fei's eyes, and he heard faint, maniacal laughter.

When his vision returned to normal, the face of the statue in the shrine was slowly turning to look like Han Fei's!
"Attention Player 0000! Building a shrine for yourself carries extremely high risks! Please consider carefully!"

"Warning! Players who build a shrine before level 30 have a 100% mortality rate! Please consider carefully!"

Hearing the frantic warnings from the system, Han Fei panicked. He simply opened the shrine but did nothing else.

(End of this chapter)