My Healing Games

Chapter 650 Black Avatar
"Stop him! Han Fei!" Li Guo'er could no longer care about anything else; she shouted loudly, trying to wake Han Fei up.

At midnight, the ghost will unleash its full power. If that were all, Li Guo'er wouldn't be afraid. The problem is that in this enclosed space, besides the driver, who is suspected to be the ghost, showing unusual behavior, her closest teammates have also started to go crazy!

Han Fei's body trembled violently, his eyes bulged outwards, and his veins stood out, making him look even more frightening than the deranged driver.

The other driver seemed to have just been traumatized and was mentally unstable, but Han Fei seemed to be possessed by a high-level demon, as if he wanted to destroy everything around him.

The electronic clock inside the car stopped ticking, the time frozen at 00:01, a time that seemed to have some special meaning.

It seems that at this moment, the whole world enters a time belonging to "ghosts," and only those affected by ghosts, or those who stay around ghosts, can enter this time and spend this extremely long moment.

"I'm going to the Blue and White Tutoring Center. There's a sea of ​​flowers there. I'm going to pick up my child!" The driver's hands seemed to be welded to the steering wheel. Li Guo'er was a little worried that the driver would just pull the steering wheel off.

Through the car window, Li Guo'er saw two men who were both acting strangely. The shock from the two men was so intense that she even overlooked the changes happening to the vehicle itself.

The small lights on the roof of the car began to flash, and the light seemed like an illusion, as some small moths appeared to be flying around.

The moths were covered in strange patterns, like the ashes and black smoke rising from a fire scene.

The moths appeared from nowhere, and their numbers kept increasing.

Cracks have appeared on the newly replaced roof, and strands of hair are falling through the gaps.

The cushion became sticky and wet; when I sat on it, it felt like my pants would get stained with blood, and my body would keep sinking in.

Li Guo'er nervously took out the modified stun gun, but this thing was completely ineffective against the strange occurrences inside the car.

As her legs swayed, Li Guo'er suddenly felt something brush against her calf, as if a mouse was scurrying around inside the car.

Li Guo'er wasn't too afraid of mice, so she grabbed the anti-mouse device and swung it at her calf. But when she looked down, she realized that it wasn't a mouse at all, but a hand reaching out from under the back seat!
A "person" with its body shattered is crawling out!

Undeterred, Li Guo'er turned the stun gun to its maximum setting. A dangerous, bright arc of electricity flashed by, then plunged viciously into the man's arm.

If a normal person were to be electrocuted like that, losing consciousness would be the least of their worries; they might even be electrocuted to death. But that arm was completely unaffected and directly grabbed Li Guo'er's calf.

An unimaginable force came, and Li Guo'er was pulled off the seat by that hand, her head hitting the back of the front seat of the taxi.

As her gaze shifted, Li Guo'er's eyes met those of the head under the back seat. The blood-covered face was completely distorted, its eyes filled with hatred and jealousy towards the living. It seemed as if he wanted to crush Li Guo'er's bones and drag her under the taxi seat, condemning her to eternal damnation.

"Han Fei! Kill them with that sword!"

Electric shocks were useless against ghosts. Li Guo'er tried her best to wake Han Fei. It seemed that only the items left behind by the ghosts could deal with them.

At this moment, Han Fei had regained his senses, and he took out the dagger called "Companionship" with his backhand.

After a small hole was torn in the black cloth of his memory, Han Fei's fear of everything lessened considerably. He then threw the knife at the surveillance camera inside the car.

"Holy crap! What are you doing at a time like this, still checking the security cameras?!" Li Guo'er screamed as she heard the sound of bones dislocating in her calf.

"Sorry, it's just a professional habit." After destroying the surveillance camera, Han Fei smashed the walkie-talkie inside the taxi before placing the knife against the driver's neck: "Stop the car immediately!"

"I have to pick up my child. If I'm any later, something really bad might happen! I have to hurry!" The driver turned to look at Han Fei, whose features were becoming increasingly inhuman, more like a humanoid monster.

Han Fei knew it was difficult to reason with someone who was obsessed, so he pressed down on the knife in his hand.

Blood was flowing from the driver's neck. This driver had become so ill, yet he was still alive, a living, breathing person.

He seemed to be in some kind of zombie-like state, controlled by something, completely losing himself, his soul becoming an evil obsession.

As the driver's neck was about to be cut open, neither the driver nor Han Fei's expressions changed.

The driver completely ignored the pain; all he could see was madness.

Han Fei's behavior frightened even himself. Killing a person didn't seem like a difficult thing for him to accept. What was worse, he felt that he had definitely done similar or even more horrific things before.

When the sharp knife cut through his skin and blood flowed out, he felt a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Li Guo'er's screams came from the back seat. The driver accelerated the car, as if preparing to crash directly into a building in front.

In this situation, Han Fei instinctively made another choice.

As the blade sliced ​​through the air, he decided to stay with the driver's soul forever.

Blood splattered on the car window. As the driver's life force continued to fade, the eerie expression on his face slowly subsided, and it seemed that only then did he finally return to his original self.

"I'm going to the Blue and White tutoring center. My child has been planted in the Blue and White Secret Garden, where he's waiting for me amidst countless flowers..."

Muttering nonsensical words, Han Fei had already grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the brake.

Right after he killed the driver, he heard that voice again in his mind: "Number Zero..."

The voice behind him was indistinct, but Han Fei was slowly beginning to notice the pattern. It seemed that the voice would appear whenever he completed a task or made a choice.

"I've killed certain things in the past, but I feel no guilt whatsoever. Is this because I had a twisted and abnormal personality in the past? Or is it because I have a clear conscience and only kill those who deserve to be killed?"

Memories were stirred, and Han Fei gripped the knife in his hand tightly: "That's right, my knife seems to be able to kill only those bad guys with blood on their hands."

Before the vehicle had even come to a complete stop, Han Fei unlocked the taxi door and jumped out.

When her only companion left so decisively, Li Guo'er's heart sank to the bottom.

"Oh!"

The blade struck the car window, startling countless black moths which fluttered about, scattering acrid powder.

Han Fei yanked open the back door. Without saying a word, he lunged at the head hiding under the base and slashed off the man's pale arm.

"catch me!"

Han Fei reached out to Li Guo'er, who had just been grabbed by the ghost. Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei, somewhat dazed.

In her memory, there seemed to be someone who had rushed towards her without regard for anything else and saved her.

They looked so alike, the two figures almost overlapped.

When Han Fei rescued Li Guo'er, he immediately rushed into the car and frantically slashed at the "ghost" hiding under the car seat with his sharp knife.

"Watch out for the roof!" Li Guo'er fell to the ground, but she didn't cry out in pain. She immediately got up and came to help. The two of them were like colleagues who had worked together for many years, and they cooperated very well.

The black hair on his head hung down, and human faces appeared on the newly applied skin of the vehicle, seemingly absorbing the blood flowing from the driver.

Han Fei focused all his efforts on dealing with the ghost inside the car, while Li Guo'er seized the opportunity to drag the driver's body out.

Li Guo'er's idea was excellent, but a problem arose during its execution: the driver's legs got stuck in the driver's seat, and his lower body seemed to have grown into the vehicle.

"Damn it!" Li Guo'er noticed that vein-like patterns were slowly appearing on the inner wall of the vehicle. It seemed that this ghost car, which had killed many people, was about to completely mutate.

Reaching into her bag, Li Guo'er pulled out her knife and, without hesitation, slashed at the driver's legs.

Her knife couldn't harm the "ghost," but dismembering the corpse was no problem for her.

A silent understanding, a bloody collaboration—in the face of death, Han Fei and Li Guo'er are doing everything in their power to achieve the best possible outcome.

Blood flowed down the frame of the glasses, and that sweet face inspired fear and dread.

In just over ten seconds, Li Guo'er successfully dragged the driver's body out of the car. The countless tiny blood vessels sticking to his legs and the taxi were torn off. The faces on the roof shouted angrily, but it was too late.

After a fierce battle, Han Fei in the back seat also successfully severed the head, and the strange taxi slowly returned to normal.

Gasping for breath, Han Fei slumped in the back seat. Looking at the dense knife marks inside the car, he felt a wave of fear wash over him.

"Now is not the time to rest, let's leave as soon as possible." Li Guo'er, her face covered in blood, stood up holding a knife. Her tone was cold, and she looked more like a serial killer than Han Fei.

"Why leave? We finally got our own car." Han Fei patted the seat cushion: "A second-hand hearse."

"You dare to ride in a haunted car?" Li Guo'er frowned. "What if something like what happened before happens again? This is too dangerous!"

"Clown Ghost Number Eleven said he was willing to help me because I had previously fulfilled one of his doubts. In other words, as long as we fulfill the regrets of certain ghosts, those ghosts may also become our allies." Han Fei sat up, gripping his knife. "I'm not sure who our real enemy is. To be on the safe side, let's treat them all as enemies and find a way to eliminate everyone, including the amusement park and the game organizers."

"But it's difficult for us to do this on our own, so we need to leverage external resources."

“Most of the game participants don’t get along with us, so we can only turn our attention to other ‘people’.”

"Since the Paradise wants us to catch ghosts, it means they think ghosts are a nuisance to some extent. Maybe we can join forces with these ghosts to weaken the Paradise's power."

Wearing a disheveled black suit, Han Fei sat in the back row, knife in hand. He had just killed a ghost and was exuding an indescribable aura.

Li Guo'er stared at Han Fei, wiping the blood from her cheek. Seemingly feeling that she looked too ferocious, she turned to the side and asked, "So what exactly are you planning to do? Can you communicate with ghosts?"

“Let’s take it one step at a time. This hearse is a good start. We need to understand those who died unjustly first, and then we can find the right solution and identify the root of their problems.” Han Fei didn’t know why, but he always felt that he had a lot of experience in this area.

“That sounds a bit crazy.” Li Guo’er wanted to refuse Han Fei, but the words that came out were: “Then let’s give it a try. There’s information about the driver on the newspaper in the back seat.”

Li Guo'er turned to deal with the driver's body. Han Fei carefully examined the taxi, memorized the information from the newspaper, and found the driver's cell phone and a large number of notes he had left behind in the driver's seat.

The driver's child died in a man-made fire, and he couldn't accept the fact that his child was dead, so he went insane.

Opening his phone reveals that the driver's WeChat Moments and chat history are filled with various evil gods and ghosts, and he often forwards strange and bizarre messages.

About a few weeks ago, a stranger with a completely black profile picture added the driver as a friend. That stranger told the driver about many rituals for bringing the dead back to life, borrowing lifespan, and extending life. It was from that time that the driver gradually began to become the devil's puppet.

"The real murderer should be this person; he's the one who killed those passengers."

When you click on that person's profile, their name is marked with a row of question marks, and their introduction only has one sentence—Who are you?

It felt as if he knew Han Fei would see this sentence.

“I have no clue.” Han Fei stared at the man’s black profile picture, as if gazing into a black abyss. No one knew what was hidden in the deeper darkness.

“The other party probably doesn’t know that the driver was killed yet. I can take the driver’s phone and wait for their message, or impersonate the driver to do something.”

By continuing to read the chat logs between the driver and the black-faced avatar, Han Fei also learned the location where the driver held the ceremony, and that the corpses of passersby seemed to be hidden there.

"Looks like tonight's going to be very busy."

Han Fei put away his phone and the documents, then got out of the car to help Li Guo'er hide the body.

"Once we've appeased the spirits inside the taxi, we'll be able to have our own car." Han Fei was very happy; this means of transportation that could travel in the dark was extremely important.

"Don't talk in such a blissful tone when your hands are covered in blood. This isn't some urban romance drama." Li Guo'er rolled her eyes at Han Fei, and the two of them worked together to clean up the bloodstains and bury the body.

"That's settled then. Let's go to the Perfect Life B&B first to warn the game participants, and while we're at it, get the medicine and tools we need to hide the bodies, then we'll come back." They didn't waste much time; after quickly taking care of things, they immediately got into the car.

"This car is really awkward to drive." Li Guo'er threw the driver's legs under the passenger seat and drove into the night.

(End of this chapter)