My Healing Games

Chapter 598 Why do your wife, ex-wife, and girlfriends all want to kill you!
Laughing wildly, he let Fu Yi fight for the body, triggering the curse on the blood-red paper doll fragments, forcing Da Nie to cooperate with him in controlling the ghost patterns.

The pitch-black ghostly patterns, like veins stained with soul poison, took root in Han Fei's flesh and blood, propelling his body toward the faceless statue.

No matter what Fu Yi did, Kuang Xiao didn't care.

From the moment he saw the faceless statue, his goal was very clear.

For the chance to become God, one can give up everything, body and life.

Faceless statues, ownerless shrines—this world of memories seems to be waiting for a new master.

The divine runes beneath his feet were stained red with blood, and the maniacal laughter, while bearing Fu Sheng's despair, spread a new despair throughout the orphanage.

Each time he is released, some of the restraints weaken until finally there are no restraints at all.

With a wave of his hand, the Rebirth Blade wailed in the hand of the maniacal laugher, its perfect human radiance stained crimson.

The knife was dragged forward, and the entire emergency room was filled with hysterical laughter.

With each step leaving a bloody footprint, Kuangxiao dragged Han Fei's collapsing body to the faceless statue.

The statue looks like a sick woman, sleeping peacefully as if she would never wake up.

The mangled, fleshy hand pressed down on the statue's face, then burst into maniacal laughter and did something no one expected.

He raised the Bloodstained Death, carrying boundless killing intent and despair as he slashed at the statue!

A crimson light flashed among the divine and demonic patterns, as if splitting yin and yang apart.

A thin line of blood appeared on the neck of the faceless statue, and then the blood spread to other parts of the statue.

As the cracks climbed onto the statue's cheek, its previously blank face shattered, revealing the exquisite and perfect features beneath!

"Du Shu!"

The statue lying on the hospital bed, listening to countless prayers and enjoying the worship of many souls, is not the mother that Fu Sheng most wanted to see, but Du Shu!

Han Fei's mind was once again filled with the despair of Fu Sheng. In the dark picture of despair, the young Fu Sheng, who had fallen to the ground, was slowly growing up, but he still lay numbly on the ground.

Time flew by, people came and went in the hospital, everyone was moving forward, but he was stuck in place, stuck at the door of the emergency room, stuck on that night.

Alone, he pushed aside despair and looked at his mother, who could never be awakened again.

The young Fu Sheng in the painting of despair has grown up. He remains numb, but the hospital has changed. Even the person lying in the hospital bed is no longer his mother, but Du Shu!

There are many things more desperate than despair, until you reach the very bottom of the abyss and touch that black box.

No one knows what Du Shu did to Fu Sheng in reality. Han Fei only knows that in the world of memories, Du Shu stole everything from Fu Sheng's mother and wanted to become the new god in the shrine world.

The faceless statue was smashed to pieces by the maniacal laughter. As the base collapsed, the countless chains connecting the statue made a rattling sound, and the floor of the entire emergency room collapsed downwards!
The prayers of the souls were gradually replaced by desperate screams, and the most unknown side of this hospital was exposed to everyone.

Beneath Building No. 7, countless people lived in a daze, like zombies. They were imprisoned in darkness, their features blurred, their eyes atrophied. If they sensed any change in the outside world, they would hide in the deeper darkness like rats.

Fine chains were wrapped around their bodies. Among the group were doctors, patients, elderly people who came to keep them company, wives who were crying bitterly, and children locked in a corner who seemed to have lost their way home.

The myriad aspects of human nature are recreated in the hospital's underground, where everyone is on the verge of collapse, yet clings tightly to their chains.

Even though they were emaciated and no longer human from being sucked away by that chain, they still refused to let go.

They lived a very hard and tiring life, but as long as there was even a glimmer of hope, none of them would let go of their hands.

The chains connecting the idols represent hope; in despair where nothing can be changed, the gods become the only solace.

They staked everything on Du Shu, but the "goddess" only saw them as her "medicine."

After the statue shattered, the entire hospital began to rapidly degenerate.

A thunderous heartbeat echoed from beneath the earth, and the chains deeply embedded in the building were pulled out, like a monster out of control.

The chains that symbolized hope materialized, but when hope revealed its true nature, many people discovered that what they thought was hope was nothing more than despair in a more elaborate packaging.

The dirge on the hospital walls turned into wails, the pale paint on the walls was transforming into the skin of living people, and everything was turning into flesh and blood, centered on the shattered statues.

Just as the shrine was shattered by the madman's laughter, the black fire inside Building 7 reached the top floor. In the flames at the highest point of the building, a woman covered in death curses quietly appeared.

She was completely bound by chains, but as the idol shattered, those chains no longer bound this outsider; instead, they began to destroy this relatively intact world of memories.

Looking at the chaotic world, Han Fei laughed with immense joy, so much so that he could barely hold the Rebirth Blade in his hand.

There is no hope in this world; everything is made up of despair.

Now that the mad laughter has shattered the original idol, the chains that have lost their anchor begin to search for a new god.

A surge of despair, with nowhere to go, flooded the maniacal laughter, and chains burrowed into his flesh.

If a person wants to become a god, they must go through all kinds of trials and tribulations; physical decay is just the most insignificant step.

More and more chains pierced Han Fei's body, and his connection with the shrine became increasingly close.

In a sense, Fu Yi's plan was successful; he originally wanted to take over everything.

The only unexpected turn of events for him was that Han Fei, whom he was supposed to kill according to the plan, not only did not disappear, but also took over most of his body and gained absolute control.

After the statue shattered, those who had placed their hopes in the gods were terrified, and they revealed their true colors.

There's no escaping it anymore; this is the very thing they least want to face.

However, soon, as a large number of chains drilled into Han Fei's body, those people found a new place to cling to.

They pass on their memories of despair and pain to Han Fei through chains, and Han Fei can in turn use the shrine chains to alter their memories, making them live in a false sense of comfort.

As they continued to transmit the pain in their souls to Han Fei, their appearances became blurred again, and they lost their facial features and their true selves once more.

Fu Sheng had also used the shrine's ability to alter memories in the Happiness Community.

To help his neighbors alleviate their pain and regain their sanity, Fu Sheng's approach was to modify their memories, sealing away the terrible things deep within their minds.

More and more chains drilled into Han Fei's body, and he was dragged downwards by the despair of countless people.

Faced with all this, Kuangxiao did not resist; he even seemed to enjoy it immensely.

While the blood-red paper figures and the Great Evil were both afraid, the maniac laughed and opened his arms, taking the initiative to embrace all the despair.

Countless chains bound the maniacal laughter, which echoed through the hospital corridors.

Affected by the alienation, everything in the hospital is revealing its true nature.

New skin grew from the scabbed wounds under the patient's bandages; the doctor's face shattered and fell off, turning into a screaming doll; the black ghost transformed into deformed monsters.

Besides them, several other waves of growing hatred appeared in the hospital.

At the entrance of Building No. 1, Fu Sheng's biological mother, dressed in red, was emaciated but filled with astonishing resentment, and was letting out a heart-wrenching roar.

A door on the third floor of Building 1 was slowly pushed open, and a woman wearing glasses stepped out. She took off her intact glasses and threw them away, then rummaged through her bag and found an old pair of glasses with broken lenses and bloodstains.

She gently stroked her worn-out glasses, a mixture of hatred and love swirling within her. She softly placed the glasses between her lips: "Team leader, I'm still waiting for you..."

The sound of a chainsaw echoed at the end of the corridor. A tall woman walked in the darkness, her eyes bloodshot, muttering a name under her breath.

In the intensive care unit, Fu Yi, who was fast asleep, suddenly woke up and looked at the bedside.

My mother stood in the room, holding a yellowed photograph in her hand, tears of blood streaming from her eyes.

In the monitoring room of Building 1, a sexy and mature woman put her legs up from the sofa. She silently watched the monitoring of Building 7, and suddenly laughed.

She hid a faint resentment in her heart and walked deeper into the hospital, still wearing her business attire.

In the emergency room of Building 2, a quiet female teacher was standing by her student's side, her head bowed, her black hair obscuring her pained face.

Deception and hatred twisted her, but when she thought of the man's child and what he had done in the end, the female teacher ultimately did not leave the ward; she chose to continue caring for the injured student.

At the side entrance of the hospital, a food delivery driver's electric scooter lay overturned on the ground. A woman in a blood-stained yellow dress clutched her chest and walked forward step by step: "I know we were just playing around, but I still feel strange. It's like my heart is dead. It hasn't started beating since we broke up."

The hospital's alienation continues, and in the darkness far from the hospital, a police car speeds by.

Wu Shan anxiously held his phone, repeatedly dialing Han Fei's number. His face was covered in blood, and his expression was one of utter terror.

"I can't get through to him on the phone?! This has never happened before!"

Pressing the message button, Wu Shan shouted into the phone, "Du Shu has gone mad! She escaped from the amusement park! Han Fei! Get out of the hospital immediately! She's become a monster! Get out of here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Shan suddenly noticed a woman's perfect face appear on his phone screen, and he was so frightened that he immediately threw the phone away.

As he was about to park, he glanced at the rearview mirror and saw a stunningly beautiful woman sitting in his car...

The night sky above the hospital was stained red with hatred, but among the countless strange things, a woman dressed in very ordinary clothes appeared at the entrance of Perfect Plastic Surgery Hospital.

There was not a trace of hatred in her, only worry and anxiety in her eyes.

"Why did you have to say goodbye so suddenly? The children are still waiting for you to come home..."

(End of this chapter)