My Healing Games

Chapter 600 Guifu
A glance revealed only crimson, ten streaks of hatred severing all beauty in the world. They seemed like fallen gods, sitting around the last table.

With his body pierced by chains, Han Fei lay on the shattered base of the statue. Golden divine patterns and black ghostly patterns flowed through his flesh and blood. Through the wound in his chest, one could vaguely see his burning, beating heart.

Han Fei was completely unable to move. He listened to the elegy of the world of memories, and the prayers of countless souls were injected into his body through those chains.

Once all the prayers have merged with his body, perhaps he will become the new god of this shrine's memory world.

The roar of the chainsaw rang in her ears. The sharpest things in the world are extreme love and extreme hate. Love was the first thing to approach the dining table. She wanted to use the chainsaw in her hand to cut Han Fei into ten pieces.

The high-speed spinning saw blade, filled with piercing hatred, slashed towards Han Fei!
Love had blinded her; she laughed and cried madly, as if she wanted to saw through all the memories Fu Yi had left her!
Looking at the chainsaw so close to him, Han Fei tried to struggle, but he couldn't control his body at all. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

His pupils twitched uneasily; Han Fei had already imagined the R-rated scene. The game he created had become reality, and he had reached the final ending.

"Perhaps I can't win all his love, but at least I don't want to share the power to kill him with anyone." A sweet voice suddenly appeared, and even though Li Guo'er's emotions had turned to hatred, her expression remained lovely and charming.

As the chainsaw fell, Li Guo'er loosened her chains. Enveloped in hatred and with a sickly expression, she recklessly charged towards love.

This is actually her attitude towards love: impulsive, direct, loving completely, and loving recklessly.

The two men, consumed by hatred, fought with deadly force, causing Building No. 7 to collapse en masse and igniting the hatred in everyone's hearts.

Du Shu had already discovered that Han Fei was merging with the wishes of the dead, becoming the new source of the chains. She knew exactly what this meant, so without any hesitation, she grabbed the chains and tried to drag Han Fei to her side.

Her perfect face had cracked open, revealing the true face of her soul. The face that she had maintained by swallowing countless "drugs" had been torn away, and she herself was actually very ordinary.

Having experienced perfection, ordinariness became unbearable pain. In order to maintain her former perfection, she decided to swallow Han Fei whole!
The word "share" simply doesn't exist in Du Shu's dictionary; Fu Yi is merely a toy that belongs exclusively to her.

Han Fei's already broken body was almost torn apart. As he was being pulled toward Du Shu, the emaciated woman in red loosened her grip on the chains.

A powerful hatred that shook everyone emanated from the woman's body. Fu Sheng's biological mother stared at Du Shu, and she wanted to kill Du Shu more than Fu Yi!

After seeing Du Shu's true soul, Fu Sheng's biological mother let out a piercing scream. Filled with hatred for half her life, she reached out and stabbed Du Shu in the heart.

Teacher Liu, who was not far away, also seized the opportunity and took out a blood-red knife from his bag.

Her student swallowed the hospital's "medicine" and became Du Shu's puppet. The only way to save her student is to get rid of Du Shu.

Teacher Liu was unwilling to have any further contact with Fu Yi. She took action for the sake of her student, or at least that's what she convinced herself.

All their hatred was poured onto the sharp knife as Teacher Liu and Fu Sheng's mother attacked Du Shu simultaneously.

"You think you're worthy to stand with me?"

Besieged on all sides, Du Shu loosened her chains, merging with the flesh and blood of the entire hospital, absorbing the resentment in the hearts of all the patients and doctors.

The once flawless Du Shu now has ugly faces growing on her body, and she herself has become a monster with a foul soul. This may be her true appearance now.

Du Shu's hatred surged, but after she drew away the resentment that had accumulated in the hospital, the speed at which Han Fei and the Prayer of All Beings merged clearly began to accelerate!
After Kuangxiao and Fu Yi left one after another, Han Fei himself fell into despair, but now, a glimmer of hope has been rekindled in his beating heart.

If he can inherit the shrine completely, he will have the opportunity to end this endless cycle of darkness ahead of schedule.

"There's still a chance! There's still a chance!"

The moment that thought crossed his mind, Han Fei felt another sharp pain; the chilling killing intent pierced his body like a knife.

Han Fei's eyes darted around, looking in the direction from which the killing intent was emanating.

Fu Yi's mother stood on the edge of an abyss of despair, her calloused and wounded hands gripping the chains.

Time has withered her former beauty; although she is about the same age as Fu Yi, she looks much older.

She raised her terminally ill child alone, struggling to make a living, seeking medical treatment, and moving from city to city, enduring countless hardships, all because of Fu Yi.

Only a mother who raises her child alone truly knows how much hardship she has endured.

Tears of blood streamed down her cheeks; she was always thinking of others.

She had believed Fu Yi's lies before, and she still believed him for a while, until Fu Yi remarried, but his wife was not her.

After having a child, she vowed to make her daughter the happiest person in the world, and she decided to give her daughter double the love all by herself.

He gave it his all, but then he was struck by a bolt from the blue.

Upon seeing the diagnosis for the first time, the woman leaned against the door of the examination room, covered her mouth, and silently shed tears.

When she walked out of the clinic, she didn't tell her daughter about her condition, but still looked at her daughter with loving and warm eyes.

In a home without a father, the mother is the strongest; she never cries in front of her daughter.

From the moment her daughter fell ill, the mother began to hold back her tears, determined to accompany her child on the inevitable path to death.

My own daughter, I watched her being born, watched her grow up, and finally watched her leave this imperfect world.

The mother, who had never shed a tear in front of her daughter, now had hot, bloody tears streaming from her eyes as she walked step by step toward Han Fei.

She had always lived for others; hatred and pain were deeply intertwined, and all the bitterness shattered her happiness.

With her hands outstretched, Fu Yi's mother released the chains and reached for Han Fei's neck.

"Mom!" A childish voice rang out from afar. Fu Yi, whose legs were severely deformed, lay on the ground, clutching the scars on the bloody earth, and slowly moved forward: "Don't kill Dad!"

Fu Yi's mother paused for a moment, her hands hovering in front of Han Fei, and the bloody tears that slid down her cheeks dripped onto Han Fei.

After a brief pause, she pressed her fingers against Han Fei's neck: "No one can forgive Dad for Mom, no one can."

"He is not Fu Yi!" A woman's voice suddenly rang out amidst the ten streams of hatred. Her once gentle voice now sounded hoarse and desperate.

Fu Yi's mother glanced sideways. The wife alone grabbed all the chains that had been discarded by the other hatred. She wrapped those chains around her body, struggling to hold on, gritting her teeth to prevent Han Fei from falling into the abyss again!
Everyone wanted to kill Han Fei, possess Han Fei, or seize the prayer within him. Only his wife held onto all the chains; she never thought of getting anything from Han Fei.

The hatred that had been building up in Fu Yi's mother's heart subtly shifted, and she didn't tighten her grip on Han Fei's neck.

"Mom!" Fu Yi desperately tried to get closer to her mother and father, but as soon as she touched the area shrouded in hatred, her weak body was forced back.

While Fu Yi's mother hesitated, the faceless woman hiding behind Du Shu seemed to sense an opportunity. She rushed towards Han Fei at top speed, and a large black hole appeared on her featureless face. She and Du Shu shared the same idea: to devour Han Fei and become the new master of the shrine.

Seizing the shrine was also her initial purpose for entering this place; she wanted to take over the shrine while the painter and the white shoes were away!
The faceless woman moved quickly, but unfortunately, Zhuang Wen kept her eyes on her.

To be honest, when Zhuang Wen saw the nine expressions of hatred in the hospital, she was completely at a loss for what to do.

How can a living person be loved and hated by nine people at the same time?
This is something that can't be achieved through hard work alone; it can only be described as talent.

If it were a simple one-against-nine situation, Zhuang Wen felt that even if she tried her best, she could only hope to leave Han Fei with a complete corpse. Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur.

Just as the faceless woman was about to devour Han Fei, Zhuang Wen, her hands stained with death curses, pressed down on the faceless woman's head. Her body was covered in black flames, and she violently kicked the faceless woman's upper body to pieces.

Countless death curses burrowed into the faceless woman's body. Zhuang Wen, who came from the Death Tower, possessed both the killing intent from her ten fingers and the death curse from the butterfly. Anyone or any ghost touched by her would most likely be annihilated.

The faceless woman knew this was her last chance, so she stopped hiding her strength and used her abilities for the first time.

The face without features slowly began to resemble Du Shu's, and the aura of the faceless woman continued to grow stronger as she and Zhuang Wen engaged in a fierce battle.

The night sky was filled with blood-red cracks, and the earth was covered with festering wounds. This mutated hospital was about to be breached by several people filled with hatred.

At this moment, the hatred that still clung to the chains remained only for the youngest female netizen, the oldest Zhao Qian, and his wife.

As each person approached the table with hatred, the female netizen in the yellow dress slowly began to walk forward.

Of all the women, she was the youngest and most emotionally affected. She was completely deaf to the outside world and was gradually being dominated by hatred.

She had somehow managed to loosen the chains and was looking at Han Fei, who was covered in wounds.

When she was kicked out of her home and had nowhere to go, it was Fu Yi who took her in.

When she was in despair and harbored deep hostility towards everything, it was Fu Yi who melted her shell. But she never expected that the person she thought she had met after exhausting all her luck would eventually abandon her without hesitation.

A girl who trusted nothing had her last remaining trust treated like trash that could be thrown away at will.

She was like a stray cat no one wanted, baring her teeth and being incredibly fierce whenever a stranger approached. After countless scratches and escapes, she finally found a warm home.

The homeowner gave her unprecedented tenderness and love, and made all the promises he had made to her. But just as she was about to follow him into the little house, he suddenly turned around and slammed the door shut.

Abandoned time and time again, the woman clutched her already dead heart and stood beside Han Fei.

"Can you give my heart back?"

The hatred stirred by the alienation of the world permeated the girl's entire body. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she had long lost her reason. The reason she did not act immediately was because the things Han Fei had done in the past kept flashing through her mind.

At the company's main entrance, Han Fei cleaned up the poisoned coffee on the ground to prevent stray cats from curiously licking it. Also, on that rainy night, Han Fei carried her, who was feverish and unconscious, to the hospital.

She had never had anyone accompany her before; she always went to the hospital alone.

That night, when she was delirious with high fever, she vaguely saw Han Fei bustling around taking care of her.

These memories kept flashing through my mind, only to be quickly erased by hatred, but one scene remained lingering amidst the washing away of hatred.

The female netizen stood beside the hospital bed and opened the doctor's diagnosis for Han Fei. She was the only one who knew that Han Fei wouldn't live much longer.

The hand that was reaching for Han Fei's heart stopped moving downwards. Hatred had long since consumed her reason, but she was still unwilling to just take Han Fei's heart away like that.

Now only Zhao Qian is standing at a distance. She hasn't approached Han Fei since entering the emergency room.

Those beautiful eyes swept over all the hatred in the room before finally settling on Han Fei.

Zhao Qian knew Fu Yi when his ex-wife was still alive. She was the one who promoted Fu Yi from an insignificant employee to the company's chief game designer.

She always thought of herself as mature and rational, but she didn't know when it started, everything began to tilt in the wrong direction.

“I know you’ve contacted far more than ten women in your phone. The ten people who came here are just the ten you hurt the most and caused the most pain.”

"All my reason tells me that death is the best end for you, that I should kill you so that no one else will be hurt, but..."

Zhao Qian's gaze was complex and pained. Her eyes slowly moved from Han Fei to her wife.

After the other hatreds lost their chains, the wife grabbed almost all of them. She was also consumed by hatred, but she was unwilling to let go.

"Actually, when I was giving you the game's split files, I had a vague feeling that you weren't him."

"How could Fu Yi, whose mind is only filled with fame, fortune, and sex, possibly have the patience to not flirt with other women and instead play Plants vs. Zombies on the highest difficulty as soon as he gets to work?"

"Do you know how bored I am every day, monitoring your computer all the time?"

Tears welled in her eyes as the mature and sexy woman looked at Fu Yi's wife and said, "I might lose to her again this time. After all, I don't have the courage to fall into the abyss with you like she does."

Releasing the chains, Zhao Qian walked towards Du Shu, her eyes reddened with hatred as she looked at the woman who had become a monster: "Perhaps killing her would be a better ending."

Hatred overwhelmed her reason, and Zhao Qian stopped all the patients and doctors in the hospital who were running towards Du Shu, trying to sever the connection between the hospital and Du Shu.

The nine enemies loosened their chains, and the wife alone wrapped ten chains around her body, but she alone could not fight against the despair of the entire shrine world.

Not only was she unable to pull Han Fei out of the abyss of despair, she herself was also slowly being dragged into the abyss.

Han Fei himself was not afraid of death, but he did not want to drag his wife down with him into the abyss.

"Why won't you let go?" Han Fei's body was broken, and he couldn't even utter a single word; all he could manage was a slight tremor of his lips.

"I've never done anything for you! Don't gamble everything for this little bit of false happiness!"

No one could hear the voice in Han Fei's heart. He glanced at his wife out of the corner of his eye, their eyes meeting as she, bound in chains, slowly approached the abyss. His wife, barely managing a smile, tried to offer Han Fei.

A smile tinged with hatred?
Perhaps it was because she had lost so much and been driven to the deepest despair that, after everything changed, the wife so desperately wanted to hold onto that glimmer of hope.

Even knowing it was fake, knowing that the beauty was only temporary, she was still unwilling to let go.

Han Fei is now unable to speak; he has no way to stop himself and his wife from falling into the abyss.

Amidst the fierce battle of hatred among the group, only Fu Yi's mother and the youngest female netizen remained undecided; they were Han Fei's last hope.

His lips trembled as Han Fei's body completely collapsed. His blood was filled with soul poison, and his flesh was pierced by countless chains, rendering him unable to use any of his abilities.

Han Fei brought up the attribute panel and frantically looked down, his gaze finally landing on the blank second profession.

At this point, there is no other way.

Glancing at the ten men filled with hatred, Han Fei made his final choice.

As consciousness touched the blank space of a second profession, the system's voice rang in my mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have exceeded the requirements for the hidden class - Guifu five times in a row, and your compatibility with this class has reached the maximum of 100%! Do you wish to change your second class to Guifu?!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)