My Healing Games

Chapter 577 Escape from Death
The lights went out, plunging the dilapidated room into darkness, with only the outlines of various pieces of furniture vaguely visible.

In the darkness, Han Fei listened to the sound of his own heartbeat, his gaze slowly moving to his phone.

"I wonder if she will call again."

This wasn't the first time Han Fei had been chased by hatred, but the feeling of knowing that hatred was approaching yet being unable to escape it still made him somewhat uncomfortable.

His family members had all gone to sleep, but Han Fei was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

"When I got off work in the dark, I looked back at the plastic surgery hospital. The rooms with lights on seemed to turn into white eyes opening in the darkness. This city has begun to be alienated. The place where the shrine once stood is now the center of alienation."

With his hands and feet completely tucked under the covers, Han Fei only left his eyes exposed, carefully observing his surroundings.

"I now have two chances to open my inventory. I can take out the two most crucial items—the Rebirth Knife and the Blood-Red Paper Doll. I am not entirely without a chance to fight back."

In any other shrine memory world, Han Fei would have already taken out the blood-red paper figure and placed it close to his body, but he didn't dare to do so in this shrine memory world; it just felt strange.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and around 1 a.m., Han Fei's phone screen, which was on the coffee table, suddenly lit up.

Han Fei's muscles tensed immediately, and he slowly adjusted his body.

As Han Fei stretched his arm out from under the covers, he could feel a cool breeze enveloping it, as if the room was much colder than during the day.

Han Fei picked up his phone and saw the caller ID.

"Zhao Qian? Why is she calling me at this time?"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei answered the phone: "Mr. Zhao, is there something you need?"

"The police investigated both the company and your home locations, and retrieved all the nearby surveillance footage. They discovered something terrifying!" Zhao Qian spoke quickly. The fact that she called in the early hours of the morning indicated that she had encountered a very urgent matter.

"what's up?"

"Something is looking for you! When it entered the company, it stayed at your workstation, and then it went to your home. You're its real target!" Zhao Qian said anxiously. "I know this is hard for you to understand, but you'd better go to a crowded place right now!"

"At one o'clock in the morning, where am I supposed to find a crowded place?" Han Fei was about to comfort Zhao Qian and tell her not to be nervous when, in addition to Zhao Qian's voice, another woman's voice suddenly came through the phone!

I called you so many times and you didn't answer, but now you're chatting enthusiastically with other women...

Why haven't you come to see me even though I'm this sick...?

The child said that the person he dislikes the most is his father...

The chilling voice, like a hook, pierced Han Fei's ears instantly. Holding his phone, Han Fei felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Looking down, the person on the other end of the line was still Zhao Qian, but Zhao Qian's name was being soaked in blood, changing little by little.

"Fu Yi? Why are you suddenly silent?"

Fu Yi, you used to love me so much, but later you didn't even have time to talk to me anymore...

"Are you still there? That thing has probably already gone to find you! She always appears after midnight!"

You've forgotten your vow; you've become a monster. You should leave with me...

"Fu Yi! Can you hear me? Trust me, don't stay in the room alone!"

Fu Yi, can you hear me? Didn't you promise me you'd take care of our child? Why did you let him bear such a tragic fate?
Didn't you ask me to trust you? To believe you could raise Fu Sheng to health? But why did you bring him the most desperate life?
A piercing scream came from the phone, and Han Fei quickly hung up.

"Fu Sheng's mother's hatred for me has decreased by three points, but even with that decrease, she's still the same. If it hadn't decreased, would she have just come up and killed me?"

Holding his phone, Han Fei sat up from the sofa, but the woman's terrifying voice rang out again.

"Maybe he'll have a better life after you die..."

Turning to look at his phone, Han Fei was horrified to discover that the voice wasn't coming from the phone at all, but from the doorway!
His body shot out like an arrow, and Han Fei's 32 points of stamina burst forth instantly.

Normally, he could enter Fu Sheng's room in less than a second, but at this crucial moment, his brain seemed to explode!
The pent-up pain erupted violently. Fu Yi's狰狞 face squeezed every nerve in Han Fei's body. His appearance became clearer and clearer, and his mouth began to make disgusting sounds, as if killing Han Fei would atone for all his sins.

Han Fei fell to the ground and saw black blood seeping from under the living room door, and the door lock began to turn by itself.

The face inside his head was grinning gloatingly. Han Fei felt Fu Yi, hidden in his mind, rapidly spreading to other parts of his body. He was constantly expanding and devouring Han Fei's body.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose and dripped onto the ground. Han Fei's eyes bulged out abnormally, as if someone had pressed them down from the inside.

Black blood from under the door spread across the ground, like black venomous snakes crawling towards Han Fei.

As the door lock spring snapped open, the old security door was slowly pushed open.

A faint smell of blood filled the air, all the lights in the hallway were turned off, and a red shadow stood in the doorway in the darkness.

All sounds were suppressed by a force, even the clock seemed to have stopped ticking. In this absolute silence, the red shadow slowly moved forward.

Black blood wrapped around his wrist, and for the first time since entering the world of memories, Han Fei truly felt the threat of death.

The sharp hatred struck the skin like a scalpel, the stinging pain reaching the very soul, causing unbearable agony.

"Hate! It was genuine hatred!"

Faced with hatred, Han Fei had no chance of escape. He couldn't even move his body; his whole body felt frozen, and he was completely unable to control himself.

“I once thought that Fu Sheng would be happy if you were alive, but later I realized that you might be the source of his pain.”

A hoarse voice rang in Han Fei's ears. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a woman in red appear in the old house, standing right next to him.

Her emaciated body was covered with the scars left by illness. She suffered countless pains when she left this world, but because of her concern for her child, she was still unable to find peace even in death.

Hearing Fu Sheng's cries and sobs again and again, even though he was alive and had a father and a new family, Fu Sheng still missed her constantly.

That thread of longing carried Fu Sheng's voice and prayers, connecting to his mother's wrist as she fell into the River Styx.

She knew she should leave, but when she saw Fu Sheng gradually sink into despair and completely shut himself off, blood-red flowers bloomed in her parched heart. Only tenderness and kindness were swallowed up, and her obsession turned into hatred full of barbs. A terrifying monster crawled out from her soft heart.

Clutching at the thread of her longing for Fu Sheng, she crossed countless crossroads and returned home once again.

"Come with me."

Five skin-and-bones fingers emerged from the red dress, and the woman grasped Han Fei's hand.

The woman closed her fingers, grasping Han Fei's soul. Just as she was about to drag Han Fei away, she seemed to realize something and hesitated slightly.

At that very moment, footsteps came from the bedroom next door.

"Wait a moment!"

The woman in red raised her head, her withered face looking towards the bedroom, where Fu Sheng appeared at the doorway.

Their eyes met, and Fu Sheng saw the ghost he most wanted to see, while the woman subconsciously covered her already disfigured face.

Fu Sheng ran forward, his speed increasing.

All the hatred gently avoided Fu Sheng, and the eerie atmosphere quickly dissipated, leaving behind a warmth that felt like her embrace of Fu Sheng.

The distorted darkness returned to normal. By the time Fu Sheng reached the woman, the woman in red and the black blood on the ground had completely disappeared. Only the half-open living room door proved that she had been there.

Without even putting on his shoes, Fu Sheng chased after the empty stairwell. There was nothing there.

He instinctively ran towards the stairs, but then seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned back into the room.

"Wake up! Are you okay?"

Fu Sheng helped Han Fei up from the ground. He looked at Han Fei, whose face was covered in blood, and felt somewhat flustered.

The wife, who was in the bedroom, also heard the noise and quickly ran out.

"Call 120 quickly!" The wife picked up her phone to dial, but Han Fei struggled and grabbed her arm.

“No need to go to the hospital.” Han Fei leaned back on the sofa, sitting on the floor. He knew one thing very well.

If they went to the hospital and learned the diagnosis, even if the wife and Fu Sheng appeared happy on the surface, their family would never be the same again.

Having painstakingly pieced their shattered home back together, and having fought with all their might to preserve this small piece of happiness, Han Fei truly couldn't bear to shatter it with his own hands.

He wanted to leave Fu Sheng with as many beautiful memories as possible, so that his family would not be plunged into pain again.

Furthermore, Han Fei himself was very clear that as long as he completed the shrine mission as soon as possible, some things might not happen.

"How can you not go to the hospital in your current condition?" His usually gentle wife was surprisingly resolute this time. As she made the phone call, Han Fei slowly stood up.

Han Fei, who was usually decisive, was unusually gentle this time. He held down his wife's hand as she dialed the phone and wiped the blood from her face: "It's really nothing. There's no need to go to the hospital so late at night. If you don't believe me, I'll go to the hospital myself tomorrow."

While his wife hesitated, Fu Tian opened the door and asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay, go to sleep." Han Fei went to the bathroom to wash his face and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

Light red water droplets slid down his cheeks. Han Fei suddenly closed the bathroom door, staring intently at his reflection in the mirror, his fingers clenched tightly.

"To be reborn!"

A butcher's knife appeared in Han Fei's hand. He looked at the gleaming blade, then swung it towards his own head!

(End of this chapter)