My Healing Games

Chapter 462 Yin Debt

The mall owner suddenly called, something Han Fei never expected.

Looking at the number on his phone screen, he felt like a gangster who had turned over a new leaf, only to receive a final warning from his boss when he contacted the police.

At this moment, the family in room number nineteen was also on the verge of going crazy. If the boss said anything wrong on the phone, Han Fei might be torn to pieces by this family.

Answer or not answer?

While Han Fei hesitated, a pale, youthful face had already seen the phone number on Han Fei's phone screen.

This phone call held special significance for the deceased in the house; merely seeing it caused all the "figures" to begin a frenzied transformation!
Black blood vessels, resembling plant roots, crawled out of the bodies of the people, carrying a strong stench, and spread throughout the room.

Crying sounds came from the seven portraits on the wooden table. Blood and tears streamed down the faces of everyone in the photos. They stared at Han Fei, their swollen eyes filled with hatred.

The once quiet room became "lively." Plates of rotten and smelly food on the dining table were smeared with bright red blood. Children with veins dragging on their legs ran around the room. Images appeared on the huge television screen, and a holiday greeting video began to play.

Against a backdrop of vibrant red, people covered in blood sit at a table—a farewell, and also a final reunion.

The landlord's ring made a crisp sound, and the crack on the ring showed signs of widening.

"This family's hatred is too intense." Han Fei knew he couldn't let things continue like this, so he pressed the answer button in front of all the "people".

"Hello, is there something you need?" Han Fei's voice sounded tired.

"Something's happened at the shop. You need to come over right now." The man surnamed Gu's voice came through the phone. This was the first time he had spoken in such a stern tone. Usually, this old man would wear a mask of hypocrisy and deliberately act approachable.

"Boss Gu?" Han Fei stood in the mutated room, with surging veins beneath his feet and grotesque human faces above his head, but he showed no sign of abnormality: "I'm delivering food, so I might not be able to get back right away."

"Pei Yang is missing, and all sorts of goods are scattered all over the shop. Did something happen last night?" The man surnamed Gu asked in a sinister and menacing voice.

If it were just Pei Yang who went missing, the shop owner wouldn't be so angry; something very important must have been lost from the shop.

“This morning, before dawn, Pei Yang came to hand over the shift to me. There was a special customer in the shop at the time. He was dressed in all black and had a human head tattoo on his body. He didn’t say anything after entering the shop and just stood next to the shrine at the very back of the shop.”

"Did he lift the black cloth covering the shrine?!" The boss's voice on the phone suddenly became louder.

"No, but he wants to buy that shrine, and said he's already discussed it with Pei Yang." Han Fei's words were all true, without any intention of sowing discord: "What's wrong? Is there a problem with that shrine?"

"The shrine is still there, but the things inside have been stolen, and the security cameras were tampered with last night." The boss's voice lowered slowly: "Did you... go to the underground storeroom last night?"

"I went in twice, mainly to replenish the goods on the outside shelves." Han Fei's first entry was indeed to replenish the goods. Pei Yang didn't dare to go into the basement, so when he took over, many places on the shelves were empty.

"Did you see a basket full of bamboo leaves in the underground storeroom? There was a letter in that basket from my benefactor." The man surnamed Gu tried his best to remain calm and asked Han Fei, suppressing his emotions.

"A letter?" Han Fei neither answered that he had seen it nor that he hadn't. He looked at the envelope held in the palm of the vengeful ghost, his tone full of doubt, as if he had never heard of such a thing in the underground storeroom before.

"Never mind." The mall owner seemed afraid of revealing more information and stopped asking questions. "Come to the mall as soon as possible; we're short-staffed here."

The mall owner's voice came through the phone. The moment they heard his voice, all the vengeful ghosts in the room couldn't even maintain their last human form.

The blood vessels gushing from this family's bodies linked them together, weaving a cage of flesh and blood that imprisoned Han Fei within it.

The cage slowly shrank, and the indescribable hatred had reached a breaking point; all the grudges were about to erupt.

"There's so much static over there, it's so noisy!" The boss's voice was tinged with impatience; he'd already had enough of a bad day and was in a bad mood.

"Maybe my phone is just too bad." Han Fei held the phone above his head, letting those faces get close to it. He just hoped these vengeful ghosts could go through the phone line and kill his boss.

"Work hard here, and when you get paid, you can get a new phone." The mall owner didn't have time to chat with Han Fei right now, and hung up the phone after saying that.

After confirming the call was over, Han Fei put his phone on the ground: "You all heard it just now, I risked my life to give you that letter. I really wanted to help you."

Most crises can be turned into opportunities, as long as you're not afraid of dying a horrible death.

Before arriving, Han Fei hadn't expected the family's hatred to be so terrifying. He was a seasoned player who had weathered many storms, always paying attention to his mood and the landlord's ring warnings. He would retreat immediately if anything seemed amiss. But he hadn't anticipated that what had been a calm moment would suddenly turn into a storm of hatred, leaving him no chance to escape.

However, Han Fei did not give up hope. Wang Ping'an had also delivered food here last night. To this distorted world, the deliveryman with intellectual disabilities was like a blank sheet of paper.

The vengeful ghost in room number 19 not only did not make things difficult for him, but also safely escorted him out of the community. This shows that the vengeful ghost in room number 19 still retained a shred of rationality.

Han Fei was already very cautious. He considered all aspects and various situations, and combined his rich experience in living with abnormal "neighbors" before making the decision to visit in person.

Even so, he is still in danger.

The zongzi leaves, which resembled human skin, and the letter were too intensely stimulating for the vengeful ghost. Then, the family heard the voice of the mall owner, which was like throwing a fire into a pile of paper and then pouring a pot of oil on it to put it out.

"The mall owner said you were his benefactors, but now he lives in a big villa, has a large family, and owns countless businesses, while your family has fallen to such a state. Are you really willing to accept this?"

"I also heard from that old beast that he plans to demolish this uninhabited building in Shaheyuan, so you won't even have a home to reunite with after death!"

"Once this only root is severed, how can your family ever get together again?"

"It's a regret not to reunite with family while alive, and it's torture to never see your family again after death. Your gathering together has already made him feel threatened, and he won't let you go."

Han Fei patiently and earnestly analyzed the current situation for his family members.

"The mall owner doesn't have much time left. He needs something to prolong his life. Now is his most frantic moment, and also his most vulnerable. If we don't seize this opportunity, tragedy may repeat itself." Han Fei displayed masterful acting skills to the fullest. Standing in the blood-red cage, he roared unwillingly, "Despair is a bottomless abyss. You think you've already experienced all the pain, but fate will tell you that if you don't fight back, even more painful and desperate things will happen!"

With a flick of his wrist, Han Fei retrieved a hair-covered chain from his inventory. He gripped the chain tightly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the portraits of the deceased: "I've also been targeted by the mall owner. I'll be the next person to die in that store, but I have no other choice. My mother is still in the hospital waiting for me to raise money for her treatment. I can't die like this. I won't submit to that philanthropist who wears human skin and drinks human blood! You have families to protect, and I have my only relative to save!"

Each almost out-of-control roar was laced with tears of despair.

Clenching his fists around the chains, he held a deep resentment towards his fate!

Even surrounded by vengeful ghosts and facing certain death, Han Fei still stood upright and did not retreat a single step.

He knew that the shrine's owner's mother was standing behind him, and behind his mother was an abyss. If he retreated, his mother, who was protecting his back, would also fall.

This feeling may be difficult for ordinary people to fully understand, but it is something that vengeful ghosts who reunite after death can deeply comprehend.

They are all victims, they all have families to protect, they all share the same experiences and the same enemies.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A knock sounded, and then the tightly closed security door to the living room was opened.

An old man who had met Han Fei once before appeared at the door, carrying an empty black plastic bag and looking into the bedroom with cloudy eyes.

With a soft sigh, the old man walked toward the bedroom. With each step he took, the veins and stains on the nearby floor would instantly disappear.

"Give me the letter."

When the old man entered the bedroom, the chilling atmosphere in the room was broken, and the almost completely mutated ghost slowly returned to normal.

This unassuming old man seems to be the true owner of room number 19 in Shaheyuan.

The pale fingers handed the envelope to the old man, who took the letter and fell silent.

Room number 19 gradually returned to its original state, the only difference being that a weathered old man had appeared at the bedroom door.

"This letter was written to me by your boss. When I was young, I always considered him my best friend."

"Later, he went to other places to make his way in the world and even opened a shop."

"We hadn't been in contact for about ten years when he suddenly returned to Shahe and invited me to do business together."

“Business was very good at the beginning. He was very lucky and could succeed at anything. I bet all my savings on him and we did indeed reap a lot.”

"Unfortunately, I didn't know at the time that all the benefits I received from him would have to be repaid in full."

The old man stopped speaking. He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He sat alone on the bed in the bedroom, staring blankly at the portraits on the table.

“I really considered him my best friend, but he only treated me like a commodity.”

"After our business was booming for a few years, everything suddenly became difficult. He would ask me to drink every day and always said he wanted to borrow something from me, but he would never say what it was."

"Not long after, my eldest son, who helped me manage the business, went missing. My second son and youngest daughter came back to see me on the Dragon Boat Festival, but both of them were involved in a car accident."

"That day was a holiday, and I prepared a large table of food. But in the middle of the night, I received one piece of bad news after another."

“I was devastated and was hospitalized. I handed over all my business to my best friend to manage.”

“All my relatives are gone. Every day, apart from the caregiver, only my best friend comes to see me.”

"He found me the best doctors and used the best medicine, but my health is still getting worse day by day."

"Just living is already a very difficult thing for me."

"Gradually, I lost my sense of time and drifted in a daze. It was during that time that my best friend in life found me again."

"He said he had a way to reunite me with my family, but it would come at a price."

“I believed him when I was heartbroken and lent him my last thing—my life.”

(End of this chapter)