My Healing Games

Chapter 488 The Player with Zero Luck (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The woman looked to be in her forties, wearing a hotel cleaning uniform. Only her upper body was exposed, while her lower body was covered by a cart full of various items.

Would you like your room cleaned?

The cleaner's voice was very young, which didn't quite match her appearance.

Han Fei frowned slightly. He realized that the cleaning lady's voice was exactly the same as the woman's voice on the phone earlier: "Is the cleaning lady the hotel receptionist? She's the one who answered the phone just now."

With his hands in his pockets, Han Fei smiled and approached the housekeeper: "I don't need my room cleaned, but I just called your room service."

"Room service? What room service?" The cleaning staff seemed to be hearing about this service for the first time.

"I'm not entirely sure either. Someone on the phone asked me if I needed it, and I felt it wouldn't be right to refuse, so I let it come over." Han Fei had a refined and scholarly appearance, looking like a naive young man to everyone.

"You'd better be careful," the cleaning lady said in a low voice when she saw that no one else was in the corridor. "The previous owner of this hotel was a pervert. He dressed up as someone from high society and specifically lured young people, regardless of gender. As long as they were handsome, he would approach them and then try every means to kill them. The police later found several bodies in the hotel; they were all victims he had lured."

"Then I am indeed in quite danger right now." Just as Han Fei was worrying about how to investigate, the cleaner appeared, and seemed to be very talkative.

"Since then, hotel guests have frequently received strange phone calls, and some of those guests have died inexplicably." The cleaner's voice grew softer and softer, and her face grew paler and paler.

"Auntie, are you sick? You look so pale."

"You should worry more about yourself." The cleaning lady's voice became even lower as she quietly handed Han Fei two bottles of water: "Don't go out at night, and don't open the door for just anyone."

When Han Fei was taking the water bottle, he touched the cleaner's hand, and the touch felt like touching a piece of ice.

"Auntie, if you're not feeling well, why don't you come inside and rest for a bit?" Han Fei said, unscrewing the cap on the water bottle. "Have a drink of water and calm down."

When he opened the water bottle, long, thin black worms crawled out of the murky "mineral water".

But perhaps because the light was too dim, Han Fei didn't see clearly and directly took the water bottle, ready to pour it down the cleaner's throat.

"We cannot drink customers' drinks."

The cleaner wanted to leave, but who was Han Fei? The most understanding living person in the entire dead-end building area.

He used a secret that touched the depths of the soul to grab the cleaner's arm: "Where is your boss? You're sick and he's still making you work, that's outrageous. Why don't you take me to him?"

"I don't need your concern, let go!" The cleaner shook off Han Fei's arm and was about to push the cart away when Han Fei came out of the room and blocked her way.

"What exactly do you want?" The cleaning lady sensed something was wrong when she saw Han Fei pull a knife handle out of his pocket.

"Auntie, don't be nervous. This knife of mine can only kill bad guys."

"So?" The cleaner pushing the cart looked at Han Fei with a puzzled expression.

"I want to see if you're a bad person."

Han Fei smiled innocently. His right hand seemed to grasp the sunlight, and a long-lost warmth flashed across the cleaner's neck. Her body began to turn into yin energy and dissipate in all directions.

The handcart fell to the ground, revealing the other side that Han Fei hadn't seen.

Hidden on that side was the cleaner's lower body; she was fused to the handcart, flesh and blood sticking together, a truly horrifying sight.

"You must have killed quite a few people."

The dissipated Yin energy was absorbed by the altar, and Han Fei squatted down next to the handcart to examine the other party's "lost equipment".

The Shrine Inheritance Quest is the most difficult quest. After completing the E-level Shrine Inheritance Quest, Han Fei felt that doing these F-level ordinary quests was not too difficult.

"It's just a normal regret. It seems the ghosts in this hotel aren't too scary. The players have a high chance of surviving."

After searching for a while, Han Fei found a bracelet on the woman's clothes, with lucky charms and talismans attached to it.

"This poor workmanship feels just like the stuff Huang Ying brought me from the shallow world back then."

The ghost-slaying items that players had high hopes for ended up being collected by the ghosts and used as decorations.

Shaking his head, Han Fei had already given up hope on the items in the shallow world.

In his view, there are only two ways to defeat ghosts: either get help from other ghosts or become a ghost yourself.

After dragging the cart into room 404, Han Fei used the cleaner's mop and broom to restore the doorway, and then he went back into the room.

Xu Qin remained seated on the edge of the bed, idly stepping on her "little pet" that resembled a giant black python.

"Sis, how about we..."

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, there was another knock on the door, but this time it was different. A faint light appeared in the corridor, as if someone was standing outside the door with a flashlight.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone home?" A man's voice came from outside the door. He spoke cautiously, as if being too loud would bring about his death.

Reaching the doorway, Han Fei opened it a finger's width and silently stared at the man outside.

The man was wearing a suit and looked like a white-collar worker. He was handsome and refined, but his glasses were cracked, making him look somewhat disheveled.

"I just overheard your conversation with the Killer. You're a player too, right?"

"The killer?"

Only a gamer could come up with such a grand and sophisticated name for something as trivial as regret.

Han Fei touched the beast-face mask and slowly opened the door.

The man in the suit looked into the darkness with a hint of anticipation, but when he saw Han Fei wearing a ferocious mask, he was truly startled.

He took several steps back before stopping: "Y-you're a player, right?"

“You can think of it that way.” Han Fei walked out of the room, his voice reassuring: “Why did you end up in a hidden map of hell difficulty? To enter this map, you have to meet extremely strict requirements.”

Han Fei's seemingly casual words were actually hinting to the other party that this was an extremely special hidden map that only top-tier players could enter.

Hearing Han Fei say this, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "Heaven has eyes! I've finally met a player! Brother, my companion and I got here by accident and have been trapped in this map for a whole night. Can you take us out?"

"What I'm more curious about is how you and your companion got in here?" Han Fei extended his hand: "It's fate that we met. Let's get to know each other first. My name is Wei Youfu, and what's yours?"

"Shen Luo, I am a professional financial planning expert."

Without much thought, the man grasped Han Fei's hand, and Han Fei was able to see all of the man's attributes.

"Zero luck? How did he even survive to reach level eight?"

I went out to run errands this afternoon, so the third update will be a little later.

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