My Healing Games

Chapter 505 The Smile I Made for Her (6000 views, please vote)
In the game "Perfect Life", theoretically any item can be used as a weapon, but this is the first time that Iron Man has seen someone charging forward while carrying a spirit altar.

Ever since Han Fei entered the residential building, the eerie atmosphere has intensified, with a chilling aura that feels like shackles, making it hard to breathe.

At this moment, the man in the funeral shroud came over again, provoking Han Fei time and time again, which made Han Fei decide to stop holding back.

He needs to find the laughing ghost as soon as possible, complete the mission, and leave with the three players.

The man in the funeral shroud stood with his back to Han Fei, seemingly fearless. He was different from the other people trapped in the mirror.

Every piece of paper money at his feet seemed to have a subtle connection to him; he seemed to be the protagonist of this funeral on the fourth floor.

The loose burial shroud fluttered in the eerie wind as the man slowly turned around, emanating an extremely dangerous aura.

Han Fei's skin was stung by the yin energy, and ghost patterns automatically appeared.

Fearless, he plunged into the darkness, accompanied by several figures!
Despair filled the air as Han Fei raised the altar and smashed it down!

"Snapped!"

The mirror shattered in mid-air, and every fragment reflected Han Fei's face.

As the last piece of glass fell, shadows emerged from beside Han Fei.

"Why do you always prevent me from coming out?" Li Zai's slender body bent at a ninety-degree angle, his head pointing downwards and perpendicular to the ground, as he smiled at Tie Nan and Yan Tang.

A cry rang out, fingers plucked at the heartstrings of the living, and the crying woman peeked out from behind Han Fei, revealing half her head.

The one-eyed firefly silently stepped aside, its crimson light bursting forth as a dinner knife wrapped in human skin was driven directly into the mirror at the end of the corridor.

Cracks appeared as if struck by lightning, instantly severing everything.

"You can't run away."

The man in the funeral shroud disappeared, leaving only shards of mirror where he had just stood.

But looking back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, there were now men dressed in funeral clothes reflected in that huge mirror.

This ghost seems to be able to move freely through mirrors. His special ability is perfectly compatible with the mirrors, and his speed is ridiculously fast. Han Fei has not yet seen his face.

"A broken mirror is still a mirror. It must be completely destroyed. Perhaps I can make it eat all the mirror fragments." Han Fei grasped the shadow on the wall. The black python understood and happily devoured the mirror fragments tainted with yin energy.

Others may find it difficult to deal with the ghost in the mirror, but Han Fei is different. He has a small monster that even the system cannot identify. This thing can eat and digest anything.

"Eat slowly, there's plenty more in this building." The black shadow's belly seemed like a bottomless pit; after digesting the mirror shards, its body swelled up even more.

"Brother Fu, how come your family members came out of the spirit altar?" Tie Nan hadn't noticed when he was at the hotel, but now that he saw the fierce ghost so close to him, he was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body.

"Why do I feel like you're insulting me?" Han Fei frowned slightly, pushed Tie Nan aside, and looked at the mirror at the end of the corridor with his neighbors.

That mirror was the largest in the entire building, and it seemed to hide another world within it, where the things inside possessed their own life and consciousness.

The two sides were locked in a standoff, their point of intersection being Aunt Li and Yantang.

The voice in the old woman's ear grew louder and louder. The owner of the voice seemed to have lost patience and, disregarding everything else, let his voice directly penetrate the old woman's mind.

A sharp pain shot through him as memories that weren't his own exploded in his mind; an ordinary person simply couldn't bear such agony.

Aunt Li let out a scream and fell towards the mirror. Just as her head was about to hit the mirror, Yan Tang's hand and an arm in the mirror grabbed her at the same time.

"Do it!"

The mirror surface resembled a pool of blood stained red, with blood seeping from every crack. The newlyweds, dressed in traditional Chinese wedding attire, turned completely around, and it seemed as if insects were wriggling beneath their bald faces.

Then something even more horrifying happened: the smooth skin of the newlyweds' faces rolled outwards, and scars bulged out from under the skin, as if someone had used surgical sutures to sew a crying expression onto their faces.

A scream rang out, and the newlyweds suddenly leaped out of the mirror.

"Such a strong sense of resentment."

Filled with resentment, they were killed at their happiest moment, turning a joyous occasion into a tragedy.

Although they have no facial features, the scars stitched together with needle and thread reveal their current state of mind.

Sadness, pain, and unbearable sorrow.

Negative emotions are like sticky threads; they not only infect those around us but also drag them into the world reflected in the mirror.

A hysterical cry echoed at the end of the corridor, and strangely enough, a cry also came from beside Han Fei.

It was the sound of a child crying, a sound devoid of any emotion, completely dominated by despair.

He was born a child in despair, and his biological father loved nothing more than to hear him cry.

Ten fingers pierced the skin, and crying was the first to rush over.

The thick, negative emotions became the weapons of the man and woman in the mirror; paper money flew everywhere, but none of their attacks could cause any real harm to the crying.

The tears shed in the depths of despair can utilize everything that is in despair. As long as despair remains in the hearts of the enemy, the knife that kills them is already buried in their own hearts.

The more desperate you are, the closer the knife will be to your heart.

While crying and struggling with his new wife, Li Zai couldn't wait to walk over to Yan Tang and Aunt Li.

“Very good, I really like the aura around you. The young man has a bright future, and this lady has also impressed me. You really can’t judge a book by its cover.” Li Zai’s neck was almost bent at a 180-degree angle as he stared at Yan Tang with his head turned upside down. Even though Yan Tang was very brave, she was quite frightened at this moment.

Li Zai tried to pull the old woman away from the mirror, but as soon as he moved her, she screamed again, blood began to flow from her seven orifices, and she became increasingly weak.

Aunt Li's painful cries echoed far down the corridor, finally rousing the creature lurking in the shadows.

The sound of a mirror shattering came from a room on the fourth floor near the stairs. Immediately afterwards, a large amount of blood gushed out from inside the door. The blood seemed to have a life of its own, and after flowing out of the room, it slowly gathered into a strange figure with a blood-red body.

He was much taller than normal people, and his face also lacked facial features; instead, an angry expression had been stitched on with surgical sutures.

After the angry man appeared, light footsteps came from downstairs, and a child carrying a severed head appeared hopping and skipping at the entrance of the fourth-floor stairwell.

His face slowly turned, and on his featureless skin, a happy expression was sewn on with needle and thread.

A piercing laugh rang out, and the boy, dragging the severed head, charged suddenly towards Han Fei!
Its small body seemed to conceal boundless power; it left afterimages behind it, moving at an astonishing speed.

Giant eyes opened on the wall beside Han Fei. The girl holding the fish tank raised her head, and the blindfold fell off, revealing deep, dark holes.

The boy seemed to be bound by an invisible force, slowing down. Before he could react, a kitchen knife sliced ​​across his neck.

Even with his head severed from his body, the boy's face, stitched together with surgical sutures, still wore a smile, though beneath that smile lay blood and pain.

"Yingyue's gaze is not something anyone can bear. Sadness, anger, and joy—all these emotions are stitched onto the faces of the residents in the building. Now I understand why this place is called the Mirror Clinic; it's specifically used to create new faces for those disfigured monsters in the mirror."

"Snapped!"

The sound of shattering mirrors rang out repeatedly, creating such a loud noise that the entire street could hear the enormous sound.

The sound of hurried footsteps soon filled the hallway. The figures that had been standing in the mirror stepped out, their faces, devoid of features, were all slashed with knives.

The open wound serves as the lips, the scabbed scar becomes the eyes, and the fine surgical lines outline the eyebrows and nose.

Their faces, devoid of features, now displayed fixed expressions. They wore all sorts of clothes, men, women, young and old, and all crowded towards the fourth floor.

Han Fei is now very glad that he didn't take action directly in the clinic. If he had destroyed a lot of mirrors at that time, he might have lured these people out earlier.

In such a confined space, surrounded by so many ghosts, he might not even be able to survive.

They stepped back and gathered together, protecting Aunt Li in the middle.

The woman who fell to the ground is now suffering from a splitting headache, and her eyes are red and swollen with bloodshot eyes.

Seemingly sensing that the old woman's breath was weak and she could no longer withstand the torment, the voice that had been calling her in her mind finally stopped.

This small detail caught Han Fei's attention. It seemed that the owner of the Mirror Clinic did not want to hurt Aunt Li from the beginning, but kept calling out to her.

Han Fei had asked Aunt Li a question before, and Aunt Li replied that the voice told her to stay away from Han Fei as soon as possible.

Perhaps that voice felt Han Fei was in danger, so it wanted to protect her in its own way.

"Since you all see me as a bad guy, then I'll be bad for once and show you." A hint of evil appeared in Han Fei's eyes, and his smile began to twist and distort, as if the dark side hidden deep within his heart had been activated.

Under the bewildered gazes of the other two players, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and yanked her up from the ground.

Han Fei took out the Rebirth Knife, its dazzling light illuminating the dark stairwell, and then placed it on Aunt Li's shoulder.

The woman's face was covered in blood. She was trying to process the extra memories in her mind, and her body was very weak, so she was unable to resist.

“Your wife is right here. If you don’t want her to die, you’d better come out yourself.”

With his chilling tone, twisted smile, and vicious eyes, Han Fei seemed like a completely different person.

He grabbed Aunt Li by the neck with one hand, his fingers digging into her flesh.

With her face covered in blood, Aunt Li seemed unable to breathe, and her hands and feet began to struggle unconsciously.

After touching a player, Han Fei could clearly see their real-time attributes, and at this moment he stared at the old woman's health points.

"You ran away like a coward, leaving her with all the difficulties and despair. Do you know that she's been looking for you for twenty years?"

With his innate talent, which was gripped by the devil, activated, coupled with his active ability to speak, every word Han Fei utters now contains a special power.

"You're already dead, are you going to kill her now? Do you want your child to become an orphan?"

"Like those orphans you've met, they can't even choose their own lives, forced to accept the charity of others, their minds and souls filled with despair!"

His voice was suppressed yet angry, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as Han Fei gripped the old woman's neck, his hand seeming to slowly tighten.

"She dedicated her entire life to finding you, and now that she's finally standing before you, are you really willing to just watch her die?"

Han Fei heard strange noises coming from downstairs; something was slowly approaching.

"It seems you really don't care about her. Even if she died in front of you, you wouldn't be moved."

The blade flashed, its brilliant light reflecting in Han Fei's cold eyes.

He listened to the slow movement downstairs, and burst into hysterical laughter. Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his knife downwards with all his might!

The Rebirth Blade becomes exceptionally sharp when facing enemies with blood on their hands, but it cannot kill those who are truly kind.

This is a characteristic of the Rebirth Blade, but even so, Han Fei dared not gamble recklessly.

He didn't aim the knife at the old woman's neck at all; he slashed at the hand that was gripping her neck.

That way, even if there's not enough time to sheathe the knife, the older woman won't be accidentally hurt.

Everything was within Han Fei's calculations; he showed no mercy in this strike.

Han Fei displayed masterful acting skills to the fullest. Just as the blade was about to cut Han Fei's own hand, a mirror suddenly shattered in the corner of the corridor, and a doctor in a white coat rushed towards Han Fei as if he had gone mad.

Han Fei had seen this doctor downstairs. He was standing in the mirror of the consultation room, but no matter how much the old lady called out to him, he didn't turn around. It seemed like he had something he couldn't say.

When the doctor rushed over, everyone present saw his face.

All the features on his sharply defined face had been removed, leaving only stitched-up wounds.

The Rebirth Blade stopped an inch away from the back of his hand, and Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the doctor had run any slower, he might have actually cut his own hand.

Han Fei had never tried cutting himself with the Rebirth Blade before. Although he was the owner of the Rebirth Blade, he was, after all, a butcher with blood on his hands.

Han Fei released his hand and gently patted Aunt Li's shoulder.

Aunt Li clutched her neck and weakly opened her eyes. She saw the doctor in front of her. The person she had been searching for for twenty years had appeared right in front of her. It all felt surreal.

Twenty years have passed, and Aunt Li no longer has the face she had when she was young. Time has taken everything from her, but the doctor in front of her seems to be the same as he was twenty years ago.

Looking at the disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands. She could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.

Even without a mirror to obstruct her view, she could still recognize the other person at a glance, even after twenty years.

Where have you been all these years?

Grandma Li walked towards the ghosts of the deeper world. The resentment that terrified ordinary people was the attachment she could never let go of.

The doctor, exuding an eerie aura, stood in the middle of the corridor. He dared not lower his head, seemingly afraid that his disfigured face would frighten his wife.

Seeing Aunt Li walking towards him, the ghost, emanating a powerful aura of resentment, actually took a few steps back.

"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn't tell me anything, I didn't even know how to tell my child." Blood and tears mingled on Aunt Li's face, she was extremely distressed: "At first I lied to my son and said you went on a long trip, then I said you went abroad, and he kept saying he wanted to find you... When he was nine years old, I hit him for the first time because he said you were an irresponsible father, the worst father, and that you were dead!"

Having reached her mental limit, Aunt Li walked towards the doctor.

As she spoke, the doctor, who had been retreating, stopped in his tracks.

The couple, who had been together for twenty years, stood face to face. Aunt Li slowly grabbed the doctor's white coat and held it tightly, as if afraid that he would leave without saying goodbye again.

The corridor was eerily quiet. Tie Nan and Yan Tang seemed to be recalling some things that had happened to them.

"Why be afraid of ghosts? She wants to see him so much. Maybe a world with ghosts wouldn't be so bad." Yan Tang seemed to have thought of something, and he slowly lowered his head: "Unfortunately, this is just a game. To imagine such a world becoming reality is probably just a daydream forever."

Aunt Li's mental state has reached its limit. She is old and has been playing the game for almost two days. Now she has seen her husband who has been missing for many years. Her emotions are fluctuating wildly, her heart is pounding, and her face is frighteningly pale.

"Big sister, you'll die if you get too close to him." Living people will be harmed by the resentment of a large vengeful spirit if they get too close, even if the doctor tries his best to control it: "If you die here, you will probably never see him again, and you will also lose the only chance to save him."

As soon as Han Fei uttered those words, Aunt Li slowly loosened her grip on the white coat.

"Your wife has suffered so much to find you. You should know what it means that she's here," Han Fei stared at the doctor's disfigured face. "Come with us to another place of hatred. That way, you can be together forever, and you can find redemption."

The doctor's face trembled slightly as he tried to make an expression, but the only result was that the wound on his face continued to bleed.

After hesitating for a long time, the doctor shook his head, and at the same time, the strange people in the building emerged from various corners.

They all had no faces; their bald faces occasionally showed expressions created by surgical stitches.

Some of those ghosts were quite powerful, and they all seemed to obey the doctor's orders.

Reaching out to touch the blood flowing from the wound, the doctor squatted down in front of Aunt Li and wrote the words "atonement" on his white coat.

"Atony? Did you really kill someone? Did you attend those murder parties?" Aunt Li recalled the gruesome scenes she had witnessed in the hotel.

The doctor shook his head, then wrote a few more words—"Because of a woman, I ruined her face."

The doctor couldn't explain some of the complicated things, so he took out a thick medical record from under his white coat.

Everyone in this building has their own medical record detailing the reason they lost their cheek, including the doctor's own.

Aunt Li took the medical record, and Han Fei quietly walked over while she was looking at it.

The doctor's real name is Yan Mo. He was punished by being sent here to create a more perfect face for a woman because he ruined her face.

He could use any of the patients' faces in the clinic at will, as long as he could create more beautiful faces.

Before he can create a suitable face for a woman, his soul will be bound by the woman's lifeline, and his own face will be locked in the plastic surgery clinic.

"The lifeline is not a problem, I can cut it for you, and I can even fake your death, as long as you are willing to come with us." Han Fei desperately needed someone who knew about plastic surgery hospitals, not to mention that this doctor seemed to have extremely special abilities, such as the ability to manipulate some faceless patients.

The doctor shook his head again. He stood facing Aunt Li the whole time. If he still had an expression, he must have been filled with remorse.

“If you’re worried about these patients, you don’t need to. We can just take them all with us.” Han Fei looked at the faceless monsters, feeling not only no fear but even a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Why do plastic surgery clinics need so many faces? Is it just to create the most perfect face?

Han Fei was also a little confused. There were three people with hatred in the plastic surgery hospital. Their abilities and talents were different. Stripping the faces of ghosts should be the ability of the faceless woman, and making life ropes was probably the talent of either the white shoe or the painter.

Even now, among the three who harbor hatred, Han Fei still hasn't figured out the talent of one of them.

Upon hearing Han Fei say that he could take all the patients away, Dr. Yan seemed somewhat tempted.

"You'd better make a decision as soon as possible. Your wife is in very poor condition. If you don't leave in time, she may die in the clinic." Han Fei spoke bluntly, and there was no need to beat around the bush now.

The patients, who had no faces, surrounded the mirror. The newlyweds and the man in the funeral clothes in the mirror all came out, and they all had traces of doctor's stitches on their faces.

After much thought, the doctor wrote a sentence in blood: "Anyone who enters the clinic can never leave unless you can break that mirror."

The doctor gently pushed Aunt Li aside, walked to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the ground, and completely smashed the huge mirror on the wall.

Behind the mirror is a hidden door, covered with paintings of various beautiful faces.

The doctor picked up a shard of mirror, cut his own body, and mixed the yin energy with black blood, then smeared it evenly on every face.

Everyone who drinks his blood will slowly open their eyes, and after all faces have seen him clearly, the door will open.

A melodious laugh rang in everyone's ears, and the doctor wrote again in blood—the smile I made for her is inside; no one can leave the clinic alive unless she is destroyed.

Thank you to Brother Bingxuetianya888 for being the Alliance Leader!
I've written 10,000 words on Sundays for two consecutive weeks. I'll keep up the good work next week!

Good night, sweet dreams~
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