My Healing Games

Chapter 469 Hidden Professions That Ordinary People Cannot Master (6000)

Since Han Fei arrived at this department store, two night shift security guards have gone missing and died mysteriously. His colleagues have either been hospitalized or kidnapped. Basically, everyone who has spoken to him has encountered problems to some extent.

"When I first arrived at the mall, at least I had a companion to talk to. But after only a few days, I'm the only one left in the entire mall. I don't know if I'm just lucky or they're just unlucky."

Standing in the center of the mall lobby, Han Fei looked up and saw colorful advertising ribbons hanging down from above. Although there was no wind in the mall, they twisted in the darkness.

"Their deformed appearance is so much like this world."

Picking up the cloth bag, Han Fei walked up the elevator floor by floor. On each floor he reached, the temperature dropped, as if something in the darkness was being awakened.

Han Fei himself certainly didn't have that much "charm"; the problem lay in the photographs he carried in his bag.

"It seems that it was no accident that the shop owner built the shrine at the bottom of the mall. He probably wanted to use the shrine to suppress the people he had killed."

Upon arriving on the third floor, Han Fei sensed something was amiss the moment he stepped out of the elevator.

All the mannequins in the shops stood facing him, as if countless eyes were watching him in the darkness.

“A good actor will become the focus wherever he goes.” Han Fei put on the uniform that had been soaked in well water again. Although the resentful well water would bring him pain, it could also keep ghosts away.

Han Fei quickened his pace and headed toward the shop where the woman had appeared in his memory. He had only gone halfway when he suddenly noticed that there was another person standing in the aisle opposite him.

The man maintained the same speed as him, hunched over, his body extremely uncoordinated, making him look very strange.

"Peace is the best policy. I won't provoke you, and I hope you won't cause me any trouble either."

Han Fei walked past the first shop, and in the shop window, besides his own reflection, a red-clad figure was following behind him.

In the dark aisle of the shopping mall, a bright red dress quietly followed behind a man.

Despite the bizarre scene, Han Fei felt there was no need to turn back. Many people had followed him before, but none of them ever returned home.

"Shops number one and two only have mannequins. Shop number three is where Huang Li had her accident. The last time, the mall owner's wife tried on clothes in shop number four."

Han Fei worked in the mall for a very short time, but he memorized the locations of all the shops in the mall.

Pushing open the door of the No. 4 women's clothing store, a faint scent of perfume wafted in the air. This store was considered the most upscale women's clothing store on the third floor. Even though that woman had passed away, her taste was still very high. From this, it could be indirectly inferred that she had at least retained a trace of her memories from her previous life.

What Han Fei needs to do now is to use the skirt in his hand to make the seeds of memory in the woman's mind sprout and bloom the flower of humanity anew.

Upon seeing Han Fei enter the store, everyone, including the person in the red shirt and the figure on the other side of the corridor, stopped in their tracks.

It's obvious who the most terrifying presence on the third floor is.

The rustling sound coming from the artistically decorated shop didn't sound like someone changing clothes at all; it sounded like someone was scratching their skin vigorously.

Following the sound, Han Fei discovered that the curtains of all the fitting rooms in the store were moving, as if someone was hiding in each of the cubicles.

"Compared to when I came in last time, this store seems even more eerie. It seems that those who died unjustly in the mall will become more and more insane over time."

The things he retrieved from the well were Han Fei's reliance, and he mustered his courage to enter the shop.

Gripping the cloth bag tightly, Han Fei's gaze first fell on the huge dressing mirror outside the fitting room.

The darkness flowed like ink on a mirror, carrying a deep sense of unease.

Han Fei in the mirror became a blurry shadow, and he was even a little unsure whether the person in the mirror was actually himself.

"It seems like I haven't looked in a mirror properly since I entered the world of memories. Every time I pass by a mirror, I always feel that the person in the mirror is not me. When I try to see the face in the mirror clearly, I feel that the face is extremely unfamiliar and blurry."

Han Fei felt as if he had forgotten something: "Why am I so concerned about the mirror?"

The longer one lives in the world of shrine memories, the easier it is to be assimilated into this world and become a part of the shrine world. But Han Fei seems to have been unaffected by this world, and he has not lost any of his memories.

It felt as if another person was bearing the curse of the shrine world for him, silently taking on all the negative effects for Han Fei.

With his gaze fixed on the mirror, Han Fei walked towards it step by step. But just as he got close, the mirror suddenly made a crisp sound, and cracks appeared on it.

The mark resembled a scar, and even more strangely, blood was seeping from the crack.

Touching the blood flowing from the mirror with his fingers, Han Fei vaguely remembered something: "Besides me and Ten Fingers, there should be another outsider, but I can't remember what he looked like."

The cracks on the mirror surface multiplied, and Han Fei in the mirror was torn to pieces. Just as the mirror was about to shatter completely, Han Fei in the mirror raised his hand.

Han Fei remained in the same position, standing still. In the mirror, however, he was stained with blood, trying to write something on the broken surface.

But his actions seemed to break some rules; the moment his fingers touched the mirror, the dressing mirror shattered completely.

The glass shards flew everywhere, like a shower of crystal.

The deafening crash shattered the tranquility of the mall at night, and a chilling aura emanated from the corners, condensing into frost flowers on the windows of the women's clothing store.

The curtain on the fitting room door stopped swaying, and in the oppressive silence, a hand lifted the curtain.

Blood from the scar stained her blue dress, and her black hair fell to her waist, seemingly trying to cover the piercing wound in her chest and abdomen.

The woman was standing on a series of exquisitely crafted garments, but none of them were what she wanted.

As they walked forward, their clothes, stained with her blood, seemed cursed, resembling people lying on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the woman had stopped in front of Han Fei. She slowly raised her head, and with a chilling sound of bones twisting, her scarlet eyes looked at Han Fei through the gaps in her black hair.

"I've found your skirt."

Taking the red dress out of the bag, Han Fei held it up to the woman's shoulder: "This is the most suitable dress for you in the world, and it also represents all the good things the world owes you."

As soon as the red dress was taken out of the bag, an indescribable sense of terror began to spread throughout the women's clothing store, seemingly without end. It first swept across the third floor and then crashed directly to the ground.

Parting the woman's black hair, Han Fei saw a face twisted with hatred, a face that was incredibly terrifying and horrifying. But in Han Fei's eyes, there was no disgust or disdain, only regret.

"The person who pushed you into the well became the most respected boss in Shahe. He stood on top of countless corpses, yet he called himself a philanthropist." Han Fei handed the red dress to the woman: "This world where black and white are turned upside down needs us to correct it together. You should know better than me what is right and what is wrong."

As the red dress approached the woman, a line covered in strange symbols appeared on the hem of the dress. The line pierced through the wound on the woman's chest and abdomen, directly intertwining with her soul.

If the red dress is not retrieved, the woman will be bound to the well and the shrine, never to be reborn.

All those pushed into the well had their souls put on a price tag and become the private property of the shrine. Only by entering the well and retrieving the items they left behind could they regain their freedom.

Even so, one cannot completely escape the constraints and will still be influenced by the shrine.

Once the transaction is completed, it cannot be changed unless someone can destroy the shrine and start all over again.

The red dress was elegant and exquisite, but it still bore traces of well water formed from resentment.

When Han Fei took out the skirt, the woman and all the mutated clothes in the store froze in place.

Water droplets fell, and the woman's hand slowly moved away from the wound on her chest and abdomen. She took the dress that Han Fei handed her.

The well water felt like poison needles piercing her skin, but she paid no heed. Her pale arms gripped her skirt and trembled violently. A crazed smile gradually appeared on her face, which was twisted by hatred.

The blue clothes on his body were washed away by the bloodstains, and Han Fei immediately looked away. A few seconds later, the landlord's ring suddenly issued a warning. When Han Fei turned around again, a woman who was nearly three meters tall, with black hair spread all over the ground and wearing a strange red dress was standing in front of him.

The deep red dress concealed the wounds on the woman's chest and abdomen. She and the dress were a perfect match, as if the dress had been made just for her.

The bloodstains were branded all over the hem of her skirt, becoming a cruel decoration. The woman was frantically absorbing the yin energy in the entire mall. Her skin and face slowly returned to normal, and a glimmer of light appeared in her scarlet eyes.

It's difficult to categorize the strength of people and ghosts in the memory world according to the standards of the deeper world. Han Fei can only roughly estimate their strength based on the degree of their alienation.

If we take a child with six fingers as a reference, then this woman, who is nearly three meters tall, has at least ten times the strength of the other party.

Enduring the immense pressure from the woman, Han Fei silently waited for her to vent her anger.

His idea was good, but he clearly underestimated the hatred that women had accumulated over the years, and even more so the sinister atmosphere inherent in the shopping mall itself.

"Snapped!"

The shop window glass shattered, and Han Fei glanced outside the store.

Just one glance was enough to break out him in a cold sweat.

In the pitch-black shopping mall, figures dressed in blood-stained clothes emerged from the depths of the shops, standing at the edge of each aisle, gazing at the open space in the middle of the mall.

"What do they want?"

Han Fei's doubts were soon answered when the woman, who was nearly three meters tall, walked past him and stepped onto the railing on the third floor.

The tall, ghostly figure looked down at Han Fei with a cruel and desolate smile on her face.

The red dress fell down, and then the woman jumped down. What happened next made even Han Fei, a man of great experience, feel his scalp tingle.

The figures that lingered at the edge of each corridor jumped down one after another, like autumn leaves falling!
A silent fall, leaving only blooming blood flowers on the ground.

The woman stood amidst that sea of ​​flowers, frantically absorbing all the hatred and pain.

The people who jumped were like a rainstorm. The mall had been shrouded in gloom for too long, and this blood rain seemed to be the self-release and catharsis of all souls.

"This is not good." Han Fei simply returned the skirt to the woman, thinking he had only done a trivial thing, but he never expected it to cause unimaginable consequences.

The mall owner's wife was the first person to die in the mall, and she was also likely the first person the mall owner pushed into the well. Her resentment was the deepest, and her hatred the most intense. She bore the initial pain and was the beginning of all despair.

"All the glass windows on the third floor are damaged. What excuse am I going to come up with for this tomorrow?"

Han Fei looked at the center of the mall and quickly realized that he had narrowed his vision. The woman's goal was not to destroy the mall, but the shrine in the ground!
The figures fell to the ground like raindrops, and Han Fei could even see the figures of the two security guards inside. Living people, at this moment, turned into raindrops of resentment.

What Han Fei didn't expect was that the vast majority of the figures were doing this voluntarily; they seemed to have reached a consensus in countless dark nights.

Blood flowers bloom, blood flows to form roots, they intertwine and weave a well in the open space in the center of the mall!

A woman in a red dress stood at the wellhead. The moment the rain stopped, she began to frantically attack the ground in the center of the shopping mall.

It wasn't the hour yet, but the clock on the top of the mall kept ringing, and the faint shadow of a shrine appeared beneath the blood-red well.

Han Fei had seen this scene in the hallucination of the shrine's owner, but the situation was different. In that case, everyone in the mall was not standing with the shrine, but rather together trying to destroy it!
"No matter how terrifying a hallucination is, it's still just a hallucination. Fortunately, I wasn't scared by that fake scene."

What he saw before his eyes was the truth. Han Fei knew tonight was an opportunity. He took out the Rebirth Blade and quietly went downstairs.

The door to the shrine's phantom was half-open, and the woman stood in the center of the blood well, repeatedly ramming the shrine with her completely mutated body.

"Let me help you."

Han Fei discovered several key nodes on the blood-red well. The skeleton of the blood well was formed by several employees from the secondhand store: the man who drowned while drunk, the old man kneeling in front of the shrine, and the female employee with her limbs bound by ropes.

Han Fei opened the bag and returned the corresponding photos to the three of them.

The blood well instantly became more realistic, with the flowing blood seemingly poised to collapse the entire shopping mall at any moment.

The death knell at the top of the mall was tolled, and angry roars came from the shrine in the mall's basement.

“I always thought the shrine was invincible, and I always thought that only I wanted to destroy it. Now it seems that I was completely misled by the mall owner.”

The illusory image of the shrine began to sway, the divine gate opened, and countless hands, like blooming spider lilies, reached out to grab the woman.

The two sides were locked in a stalemate, but as the blood well gradually dried up, the woman was slowly pulled into the shrine.

She could not escape her fate in the end, and could only let out a series of piercing screams.

"It seems like I can't help them by staying here."

Backwards, Han Fei returned to the secondhand shop, and a very good idea came to his mind.

"All those who died unjustly are fighting against the phantom of the shrine, so the actual shrine in the underground vault should not have much ability to protect itself."

Stealing enemy bases had become a habit for Han Fei; he was willing to try it even if it was dangerous.

After opening the barrier, Han Fei disobeyed the mall owner's orders and entered the underground warehouse after midnight.

The warehouse, which had been like an ice cellar just moments before, now had a normal temperature. Han Fei took the Rebirth Blade and went into the deepest part of the warehouse. He ripped off the black cloth covering the shrine.

“I used to feel very uncomfortable whenever I was near the shrine, but now it feels no different from a delicate wooden box.”

A smile slowly appeared on Han Fei's face: "If you want to destroy a god, you must first destroy his shrine and make the world no longer believe in his existence."

Picking up the tool hammer leaning against the shrine, Han Fei did what the shrine's owner had always wanted to do.

"I don't believe in God or fate. If everything is predetermined, then I'll just smash it all!"

The tool hammer was an alternative that did not exist in the shrine owner's memory. At this moment, Han Fei raised this "option" high, carrying the shrine owner's endless regret, and smashed it towards the shrine!

"Oh!"

Wood chips flew everywhere, blood flowed freely, and the shrine looked like a monster that had drunk human blood.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Fei swung his hammer repeatedly, the blood flowing from the shrine splattering all over him.

The shrine tried to lure Han Fei into a deal, but Han Fei directly wanted the shrine dead. It was like a devil meeting a demon, a feeling of evenly matched opponents.

He faintly heard a scream, but Han Fei dared not linger.

This is a rare opportunity, we must seize it!

The top of the shrine was smashed through, and time seemed to stand still for a second in the entire memory world.

Just as Han Fei was preparing to press on and completely overturn the shrine, an incredibly terrifying aura suddenly appeared.

Without any hesitation, Han Fei quickly retreated; he absolutely could not stay in this underground warehouse.

The ground was shaking, and the water level in the underground wells was rising rapidly.

Han Fei was also decisive; he was incredibly fast and escaped the storeroom before the power completely returned to the shrine.

At the same time, a ding-dong sound rang out, and an old woman carrying an umbrella and a smelly package entered the store.

As usual, she went straight to the shrine at the very back of the shop.

"Grandma! Your son isn't in the shrine!"

The underground shrine was smashed open, triggering a chain reaction; this secondhand shop was no longer a viable place to stay.

Without time to explain in detail to the old man, Han Fei simply carried him on his back and rushed out of the secondhand store.

The old lady, who had just entered the store, hadn't even had time to react before Han Fei picked her up and ran to the mall lobby at an extremely fast speed.

The wind tousled her hair. She wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, cold air kept blowing in.

"Grandma, I have your child's photo here! You'll be reunited soon!"

Han Fei casually offered a word of comfort to the old lady, then headed straight for the woman in the red dress.

The shrine has been destroyed by itself, and it should no longer have the power to suppress the ghosts in the mall for a while.

When he arrived at the center of the mall, the battle was over, the bloodstains on the ground were blurred, and only the woman in the red dress and three employees of the secondhand store remained on the open space.

They were extremely weak at this moment, their mutilated bodies bearing the imprint of the Blood Well. After paying a huge price, they seemed to have broken free from the control of the shrine.

"Get out of here first!"

Han Fei took out a wishing jar from his inventory and invited the three employees of the secondhand shop inside. Then, suppressing his burning resentment, he approached the woman in the red dress.

“I destroyed the shrine. Please believe me one more time. Perhaps I can bring you true freedom.”

The woman in the red dress is the most powerful; most of the innocent victims in the mall have become patterns on her skirt, meaning she embodies the hatred of everyone.

Han Fei looked at her with utmost sincerity. After strange noises continued to emanate from underground, the woman no longer hesitated and entered the wishing jar.

After sealing the sluice gate, Han Fei ran towards the outside of the store, when suddenly the system notification sounded in his mind again.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed the prerequisite quest for the hidden class, Guifu. Despite harming three resentful spirits, you have still managed to gain their trust! Do you wish to start the next stage of the Guifu quest?"

"no!"

Han Fei ran for his life, not daring to look back: "Being a butcher is already outrageous enough, who would dare to mess around with the profession of a butcher?"

"Attention Player 0000! The hidden class, Guifu, is an extremely rare class. Possessing this class will enrich your life experiences, broaden your horizons, promote reflection on human nature, and unlock exclusive personal abilities that significantly enhance your attractiveness to the opposite sex, including their resentment and hatred. Do you wish to proceed to the next stage of the quest?"

"No! I only ended up where I am today because I believed your lies!"

Han Fei ran at full speed, darting out of the department store like a ghost.

The sound of rain poured down into his ears. Han Fei looked up and saw that the night sky in the shrine's memory world had suddenly burst into a torrential downpour, as if a huge hole had been torn in it.

"The sky was clear for the past few days, why did it suddenly start raining so hard? Could it be because I smashed open the top of the shrine?"

Han Fei remembered that Shi Zhi and the others had said that destroying the shrine would have a great impact on this memory world.

"If the world of memories has changed, does that mean that some things that were originally destined will also change?"

Carrying the old lady on his back and holding a wishing jar, Han Fei looked at the city being washed by the torrential rain, and his mind gradually became active.

"The mall is in complete chaos, and I've even smashed the shrine. There's no point in staying here any longer. I might as well take advantage of the mall owner's investigation of Ten Fingers and find out his weakness as soon as possible."

Everything in the world of memories mutates at night, making it extremely dangerous, but Han Fei discovered something long ago.

The old lady and Wang Ping'an can walk freely at night, and it seems that they are not targeted by those monsters.

"Grandma, can you do me a small favor?"

(End of this chapter)