My Healing Games

Chapter 620 The Monster in the Window
The Great Demon looked at Han Fei and Xu Qin, who were standing very close by, and felt somewhat disappointed.

The thrilling scene of life and death that it had imagined did not occur. Feeling very upset, it rolled on the ground and accidentally knocked over the cabinet where Xu Qin kept the meat.

As the cabinet fell over, Da Nie seemed to realize something and immediately rushed outside.

The fearless Da Nie seemed somewhat afraid of Xu Qin. After not seeing her for a night, no one knew how Xu Qin had tamed Da Nie.

"Forget it, let's ignore it." Han Fei stopped Xu Qin, who was about to chase after them. It wasn't that he wanted to protect Da Nie; he just didn't dare to eat any food without Xu Qin by his side, fearing that he might die if he wasn't rescued in time.

To be fair, Xu Qin's meat dishes are incredibly delicious, but for most people, they may only have the chance to taste them once in their lifetime, since they only have one life.

But Han Fei was different. With Xu Qin protecting him, he could repeatedly teeter on the edge of death, using the most direct and brutal methods to increase his resistance to some of the curses until his body got used to them.

With continued eating, Han Fei's damaged and weak body slowly recovered, and it was estimated that he would have a chance to fully recover tonight.

With the idea of ​​not wasting any time, Han Fei opened his attribute panel and glanced at his talent ability, Soul Summoning.

Whenever the gates of hell appear, a soul is healed and experiences the most special warmth and care in the world.

"The name 'Summoning the Soul' is easily misunderstood; it would be better to change it to 'The Guidance of Love'."

After finishing the meat on the first plate, Han Fei summoned Feng Ziyu and asked him to gather the security guards of the Dead Building to prepare for the arrival of the new player.

After Han Fei received Feng Ziyu's signal that everything was ready, he walked out of the kitchen and used the Soul Summoning Technique in a corner.

The attribute panel was torn apart by blood threads, and behind the gate of hell was a surging sea of ​​blood.

Han Fei shook the soul-guiding bell in his hand, and the image of Li Huang and her birthday appeared in his mind. Finally, he softly uttered Li Huang's name.

For modern people who work intensely every day, returning home and relaxing in a virtual gaming pod has become a habit for many. The more advanced the gaming pod, the more comprehensive the relaxation it can provide for players.

The sea of ​​blood churned, and a feather that looked like a flame had just surfaced when it was swallowed by the ghostly face that had been waiting for so long!
A faint figure ran out of the Ghost Gate and randomly appeared in a room of the Dead Building.

With the gates of hell closed, Han Fei put away the soul-guiding bell and walked outside.

"With Fu Sheng's personality-shaping shrine, many troublesome things can be skipped. However, the fact that Li Huang was able to stay conscious while being chased by the painter shows that she still has talent. I can try to help her bring out this talent."

When Li Huang was in extreme danger, her first thought upon seeing Han Fei was not to ask for help, but to tell Han Fei to leave immediately.

The test between life and death best reveals a person's character. Li Huang made Han Fei feel that she was also a "promising talent," and perhaps one day in the future, she could also learn the truth.

Han Fei valued such talent highly, and it would be a pity to directly arrange personality surgery for her. He planned to teach her according to her aptitude and asked Feng Ziyu to prepare some small tests for Li Huang.

Let's see how things go first, and then make a plan.

Sensing the location of the wandering spirit, Han Fei quietly approached, observing everything from the shadows.

Ten minutes later, Li Zai somewhat embarrassedly carried Li Huang to the shrine. He hadn't followed the script and had accidentally released his baby brother from her belly. Li Huang, who was already extremely nervous, was so frightened by this sudden, close-up revelation that she fainted.

"Overall, Li Huang's performance was outstanding. She has excellent physical and mental qualities. Even when she was escaping, she was planning her route and observing her surroundings." Feng Ziyu walked towards Han Fei with the information he had compiled.

"In addition, she has two other advantages. First, when faced with a desperate situation, as long as she can still move, she will not give up. She is a person with a strong heart who is not easily defeated."

"Secondly, after he met Ku, he realized that Ku might have a problem, but when they encountered danger, he was still willing to run away with Ku and let Ku hide behind him. She appears cold and strong, but her heart is actually soft and warm."

Feng Ziyu, like a human resources staff member, handed over the things he had compiled to Han Fei.

"She's a very promising player. It would be great if she could last a little longer." Han Fei lifted the black cloth on the shrine and placed his palm on Li Huang's head. He checked Li Huang's attributes before using personality manipulation.

Li Huang, who is usually busy with work, has a low level and no outstanding attributes. She doesn't even have a single talent ability. She is just a template for an ordinary person.

"She really did come here to relax."

If Li Huang hadn't been chased by the painter, which caused her to be tainted with something unclean, Han Fei probably wouldn't have been able to summon her soul to the deeper world.

After checking Li Huang's mental state, Han Fei woke her up and used personality manipulation before she could react.

He deleted the memories related to the painter, the child, and Number Four from Li Huang's mind, but he didn't touch the other parts.

The live stream recording was spread all over the internet. Li Huang could find out some things with a simple search. This is the limitation of personality modification; it can only erase a person's memories, but the pain and despair it caused have not actually disappeared.

Hearing Li Huang's screams, Han Fei erased Li Huang's memories of entering the deep world during the final stage of personality reconstruction, and then used his soul-returning ability to send her away.

The entire process lasted only three minutes. Han Fei's movements became more and more skilled. In addition, he also discovered that as the number of times he used the Soul Return technique increased, the special connection between him and the lost souls became stronger after each Soul Return.

This connection can only be felt by him alone; it seems that all the souls he sent back were marked with his mark.

The Soul Return talent is a talent that Han Fei has from the start of the game. Its level is unknown, but judging from its current effect, it is much stronger than Fu Sheng's basic Soul Return in the Shrine World.

"It's possible to pull players into a deeper world and then erase parts of their memories; that's a truly terrifying ability."

Han Fei cannot change the player's memory, but by deleting some key nodes, the black may turn white, and the enemy may become a friend.

"I wonder if Fu Sheng has ever used his abilities on living people before."

Sitting in front of the shrine, Han Fei rested his chin on one hand.

He felt that certain memories in his mind were about to surface. When blood stained his brain, he would find his true self and confront the personality that could only laugh maniacally.

"After completing all the games in the park, he will be resurrected in me. This 'he' could be Fu Sheng, or it could be Kuang Xiao, or it could be something else."

Thinking about all this gave Han Fei a headache. He got up and went back to the fifth floor, sat down next to Xu Qin's dining table, and began to devour the food on the table.

When you're feeling down or stressed, treat yourself to a delicious meal.

After the three-hour restriction period, Han Fei had recovered a lot. He called over the residents of the Dead Building and his neighbors from the Happiness Community to prepare for the most important thing to do that night.

"The Dead Building area now has the ability to protect itself, but in the deeper world, standing still is a form of slow suicide. We must do everything we can to go further."

“The plastic surgery hospital is our neighbor, and we know their strength inside and out. In order to avoid a life-or-death battle with them and have the amusement park take advantage of us, I’ve decided to try to join forces with them first, take down the amusement park together, and then gain control of this area through our own abilities.”

As the nominal manager of the dead-end area, Han Fei used his negative 15% personal charisma to unite everyone, and his suggestions were rarely refuted.

"Will they agree?" Li Zai asked, his face drooping.

“The hatred of the faceless and the hatred of the white shoes are partly in our hands. They have no choice but to agree.” Han Fei looked at Zhuang Wen, who seemed to have something to say.

"This woman's hatred is incomplete. I asked Dr. Yan, and to completely kill her, we need to find all the emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and resentment. Each emotion is a face, and those beautiful faces are her Achilles' heel." Since following Han Fei into the shrine's memory world, Zhuang Wen has developed a touch of humanity, which may be related to what she saw and heard in the shrine's memory world.

"I originally wanted to eat her, but even if I devoured her now, it wouldn't be a big boost to me. Only after I've collected all of her faces can I truly..."

Zhuang Wen was discussing horrific things in front of the victims, and this was happening right in the kitchen.

Even more terrifying was that the expressions of the neighbors all changed after hearing that they could devour hatred; their cold and horrifying faces turned to the faceless woman's head.

"We can't kill her yet. You should cast a curse on her head first, and leave the rest to me."

After a brief discussion, Zhuang Wen placed the faceless woman's head on the dining table. She and Xu Qin then inscribed death curses and curses into the faceless woman's hatred.

To be honest, the faceless woman was really unlucky. If she had encountered other hatred, she might have been able to leave with her strange abilities. However, Zhuang Wen inherited all the death curses in the entire Death Tower, and Xu Qin was a collection of curses. These two hatreds had stuffed almost all the most vicious curses imaginable into the faceless woman's head, leaving her with no chance to escape.

“This is truly a work of art.” Zhuang Wen held the woman’s head in her hands. She and Xu Qin had used a curse to carve a face for the woman. Before the curse was broken, this hatred could not be integrated with her other faces.

"Let's go, get ready to leave." Han Fei couldn't wait to see the painter again.

Zhuang Wen held the head of the faceless woman in her arms, Xu Qin held the kind hand of the girl in white shoes, and Han Fei walked between them. The crimson color dispelled the mist, and the night seemed to be dyed red.

"Go and meet up with the Mirror God first. Until then, try to avoid any conflict."

Moving quickly forward, as soon as the faceless woman's head emerged from the mist, unusual activity immediately occurred in the plastic surgery hospital area.

A dark shadow flickered among the grotesque and twisted buildings; the hatred within the plastic surgery hospital had already discovered Han Fei and his group.

Both sides maintained a tacit understanding, and neither made the first move. They ran along the alleyway on the edge of the plastic surgery hospital all the way to the department store.

Opening the rusty mall door, Han Fei placed the faceless woman's head on the department store's shrine.

He first tried to see if he could directly sacrifice the faceless woman.

After several attempts, the shrine did not respond, perhaps because the faceless woman's lingering obsession was too strong.

"I've placed you in the shrine. If you dare to have any wicked ideas, I'll sacrifice you to the shrine." Han Fei stared at the faceless woman, switching on his master-level acting skills. He was probably the first living person in the deep world to dare to threaten hatred.

The faceless woman was incredibly unlucky to have fallen into Han Fei's hands. She couldn't fathom the thoughts of the person before her, who didn't follow the rules of the deeper world at all.

"Han Fei, they're here." After quietly reminding Han Fei, Mirror God opened the back door of the department store, and a tall, thin man with a bare upper body appeared at the back door.

"A painter? He actually dared to come alone?" Han Fei was quite surprised when he saw the man at the back door.

With three against one, the painter had no chance of winning, but even in this completely unfavorable situation, he still dared to enter the department store alone.

After he entered the mall, all the doors and windows of the department store were closed, turning it into a closed space.

Han Fei had no further plans yet, but the Mirror God was already prepared to ambush him.

The four sworn enemies, even with their auras completely concealed, created a terrifying sense of oppression that made the souls on the shelf tremble.

However, these were all minor incidents for Han Fei. Back then, he was put on the dining table and dismembered by ten streams of hatred.

"Why are you alone?"

Han Fei sat beside the shrine, gnawing on the pig's heart that Xu Qin had prepared. He swallowed it in large gulps, his appetite unaffected by the hatred of the others.

Surrounded by Xu Qin, Zhuang Wen, and Jing Shen, the tall, thin man's gaze remained fixed on Han Fei.

He behaved the same way he did in real life: silent and cold, as if he had lost all hope in everything. But that despair did not turn into hatred or malice; it only turned into a deep numbness.

Just as the Mirror God was about to make his move, black blood oozed from the number "4" scar on the tall, thin man's right arm, and within that blood were the cries of children.

The tall, thin man gently hugged his own arm, as if cradling a baby, and a rare tenderness appeared on his usually silent face.

Black blood drips downwards, each drop seemingly a painting composed of memories, or a window leading to the hearts of different children.

"How strange." Even the well-informed Mirror God frowned. He noticed that the painter's aura was becoming increasingly terrifying. The painter's power didn't seem to come from hatred, but from something else: "No wonder the butterflies haven't taken over the plastic surgery hospital. This hatred hides many things!"

As black blood stained his upper body, the painter slowly turned around, revealing a black window painted on his back.

As blood dripped onto the window frame, something seemed to move behind the window. A moment later, a huge eye opened behind the window!

Its enormous body seemed to stretch endlessly. At this moment, it was pressed against the window, looking at Han Fei on the other side of the window with its single eye.

Thank you to the leader of Yichang Jokes!

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