My Healing Games

Chapter 464 The Only Way to Become the Master of the Shrine

"Bad people will definitely die, but they won't necessarily die before good people."

Han Fei continued to cut off the hair flowing from the man's mouth with the Rebirth Blade: "I don't see that you show much hatred. Your brother has harmed you like this, but it seems that you only have regret in your eyes, not resentment."

“He gave me a choice, but I chose the wrong one.” The man turned his head with all his might, looking at the window staring at the wooden planks. “I haven’t spoken in a long time. I’ve forgotten how to communicate with people. It feels like I’ve gone back to when I was very young. I was shy and introverted, and I looked like a little girl. I would get nervous when I saw strangers.”

“Back then, I often followed my older brother around. His personality was the complete opposite of mine. He had a strong sense of self-respect, didn’t like to take orders from others, and was very opinionated.”

“I always regarded him as my role model and listened to his advice, until one day, my brother was burning something at home and accidentally let the fire spread inside the house.”

"The thick smoke spread everywhere in a very short time. I was locked in the house and kept crying and screaming. I was completely terrified."

"My brother broke down the door and saved me. Although he started the fire, he was the one who saved me from the severe burns."

“After the fire, we moved. It was from then on that my parents’ attitude towards my brother changed. They would scold and beat him at the drop of a hat.”

“My brother is an extremely proud person. He’s even a bit pathological. He always thinks he’s never wrong.”

"He left home during an argument and never stepped foot inside again."

“My parents actually regretted it and tried to find him, but they couldn’t find him at all.”

"A few years later, the old man found out that he had opened a small shop in the south and wanted to go and see him, but who knew that he would have an accident on the way."

"I saw my brother again after a long time at our parents' funeral. He had completely changed. His eyes were like bottomless wells, and his face was full of fake expressions. It was as if he was wearing a mask that he could never take off."

"I don't know when it started, but my brother has become a stranger."

"A few years later, my brother returned to Shahe from the south. He became a big boss, but he was all alone."

"He approached me on his own initiative, and his enthusiastic and excited manner made me feel a little scared."

"Under the lure of money, I started doing things for him, became his right-hand man, and gradually learned many of his secrets."

“My brother always trusted me unconditionally and told me everything. I thought this was a privilege of family. Later I found out that he had already planned my fate the day he met me.”

"After meeting my brother, I started living a life I never dared to dream of before. I gained prestige, money, and countless envious glances from others."

"I no longer mind the changes in my brother, and I slowly became like him."

"Year after year passed, and suddenly my brother's business became difficult without any warning. It felt like all his good luck had run out."

“I remember it very clearly. That night, my brother and I were drinking alone. Suddenly, my brother, a little drunk, said that the fire he set when we were kids almost killed me and disfigured me. He wanted to give me a gift as compensation.”

“He took my cell phone, room key, and wallet and put them on the table. Then he told me that he could give me two choices: first, leave Shahe immediately without taking any money or belongings related to him; second, listen to him tell his deepest secret.”

“I thought he was drunk and didn’t pay attention, so I chose the second option.”

“My brother told me his last secret. He took me to a well and told me to find my picture in the well.”

"I searched in that well for a long time but found nothing. In the end, I only saw my own body sinking deeper and deeper."

“Yes, I saw another version of myself sinking, except that one wasn’t wearing a wig, and all the hideous scars on its head were exposed.”

"I started to feel scared and panicked. My brother pulled me out of the water when I was completely enveloped in darkness." The man stared at the wig in Han Fei's hand, a chilling smile on his face.

"At first I thought I had escaped death, but when I tried to thank my brother, my hair came out of my mouth. I looked at myself in horror and realized that everything I had had been thrown into the well, with only a vague consciousness remaining on the wig that my brother had given me a long time ago."

“I remember my brother talking a lot to the shrine by the well. He seemed to be begging the gods to take away my consciousness, and in exchange he would put more into the well.”

"I don't remember what happened after that. When I opened my eyes, I found myself back at home, firmly fixed in this room, continuing to enjoy everyone's 'envious' gazes."

After listening to the man's words, Han Fei looked down at the delivery box. He had only taken out a few items with the heaviest yin energy and the easiest to carry from the underground storeroom based on the landlord's ring. He never expected that these items were related to human lives.

“There is at least one old item that exudes an eerie aura on every shelf in the underground warehouse. The mall owner is intentionally collecting these old items.”

The secondhand supermarket is just a front; everything is in service of that shrine.

Han Fei thought about it seriously for a long time, and then helped the man cut off the hair that was sticking out of his mouth one last time: "This tragedy should end. You now even suspect that the first people your brother killed were your parents."

"impossible!"

“Nothing is impossible. You should know your brother better than I do.” Han Fei pressed the Rebirth Blade against the man’s neck. “I’m not here to listen to your reminiscences. You know all your brother’s secrets, so you should know how to help him find peace, right?”

“Killing him won’t solve the problem, because the shrine and well are still there.” The man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"You mean you want me to destroy the shrine?"

"You can destroy the shrine in the mall, but how do you destroy the shrine in people's hearts? As long as there are people who believe that throwing important 'things' into the well will bring equivalent rewards, that shrine will exist forever." The man's gaze shifted from the wig, fixing on Han Fei: "Even if my brother dies, won't those who know about this become the next him?"

"So you mean I should kill everyone who knows?" Han Fei's way of thinking was quite direct; he had put all his attribute points into physical strength.

The man didn't reply for a moment before continuing, "Remember this: you know about the shrine's existence not because my brother chose you to be a shop assistant, but because the shrine sensed that you are the same kind of people."

"In short, the current approach is to eliminate everyone who believes in the existence of the shrine. After that, I'll figure out a way to destroy the shrine," Han Fei repeated the mission sequence.

"Perhaps you could use a more subtle approach, such as making no one in the world believe in the existence of the shrine." The man spoke slowly, his eyes pleading as he said this.

"Nobody believes in the existence of the shrine?" Han Fei's expression was very surprised, because in this entire world of memories, the only thing that truly existed was the shrine.

He wanted to deny the only truth in a completely false world, which seemed to be the wish of the shrine's owner as well.

“I think I understand now. Holding onto the idea of ​​becoming the master of the shrine may never allow one to truly become the new master of the shrine. Only by making everyone forget about it can there be a new beginning and a new choice.”

(End of this chapter)