My Healing Games

Chapter 652 Stealing Sacrificial Offerings
"The ninetieth story - Blue and White Tutoring Class. Actually, I should have noticed it sooner. The most dangerous butterfly lives in the garden that was initially overlooked. Blue represents melancholy and sad dreams, while white represents the pure hearts of children. The butterfly flutters in that sea of ​​blue and white flowers."

“Strange things often happen in this tutoring center. It’s said that the old building where it is located used to be an illegal clinic that advertised painless abortions and made money through unethical means.”

"Later, a girl's information was leaked. She was wearing a blue coat and jumped off the roof, like a moth drawn to the flames of hell."

"The clinic owner's wife died mysteriously not long after, and more and more terrifying and bizarre things began to happen in the clinic."

"The clinic owner who survived by sheer luck consulted many spiritual masters and sorcerers. Finally, someone came up with a solution for him: to open a kindergarten here. The female ghost liked children, so he could use the life force in the children to appease her."

"According to my own investigation, the real purpose of the kindergarten built by the other party may be even more malicious. Many babies were miscarried in the clinic, and their resentment lingered. He wanted those resentful babies to enter the bodies of the children and follow them home, so as to alleviate the sins on the boss himself."

"The boss was running around preparing to open a kindergarten, but he suddenly disappeared before that day came."

"Some say he was killed by a female ghost and died without a burial place; some say he fled to other cities; and some say he was turned into a vengeful corpse, half-human and half-ghost, by a powerful deity, and his end was extremely tragic."

"After several years of twists and turns, this place eventually became a cram school. Because the courtyard attached to the building was full of blue and white flowers, it was also called the Blue and White Cram School."

Closing the script, Han Fei went through all the information in his mind: "There's a sentence at the beginning of the script—I should have noticed it sooner—that seems to suggest that all the stories are recorded in a fixed order? Is this order the order in which I explored the various horror scenes, or... the order in which I died?"

"Ahem, could you please stop making it sound so scary?" Xiao Jia scratched his wig; wearing a wig was his last shred of dignity when he went out. "Could you please explain to me what our situation is right now?"

"Is it hard to understand?" Han Fei put away the script. "The corpse we're looking for was eaten by wild beasts. Next, we need to enter this building to see how the driver performed the resurrection ritual. I have a feeling that this so-called resurrection ritual is very important to me."

Xiao Jia sighed softly; he couldn't understand a word Han Fei was saying.

"We're here, get ready to get out!" Li Guo'er acted swiftly, parking the vehicle and getting out with a knife in one hand and her bag in the other.

"Do you choose to stay in the car, or come in with us?" Han Fei turned and glanced at Xiao Jia: "Nine people have died in this car, and they could appear at any time."

"Goodness, this is the first time I've ever seen a multiple-choice question with notes." Xiao Jia didn't dare stay in the car and followed closely behind Li Guo'er.

Han Fei carried all the documents the driver had left in the car with him. He slung his bag over his shoulder and was the last to leave the taxi.

"I'll go take a look for you. I hope everyone can give each other a chance to trust one another."

The taxi still harbors "ghosts," and Han Fei decides to use them as an experiment to see if they can truly become his help.

With "companionship" hidden in his sleeve, Han Fei, dressed in a black suit, walked to the front of the group.

The Blue & White Tutoring Center is located at the end of the street, a place where yin energy tends to accumulate. The entire building's exterior was blackened by the fire, indicating that the fire spread very quickly and the people inside had no time to escape.

"This looks like arson; there are many ignition points."

"The newspapers say the culprit hasn't been caught yet. They suspect it was done by some children, which means the arsonist has already perished in the fire." Li Guo'er brushed away the congealed blood from her hair. "It's past midnight now, and the 'ghost's' power is constantly increasing. We'd better not go too deep. Just take a quick look."

"Okay, I will make a judgment based on the situation on the ground." Han Fei nodded slightly.

"Hey! What do I need to do?" Xiao Jia asked nervously, clutching a wooden stick.

"Just don't die."

Han Fei took out the driver's phone, compared it with the location of the resurrection ceremony, climbed over the security fence, and entered the building through a first-floor window.

"Number zero..."

The moment Han Fei stepped into the building, that cold voice echoed in his mind again, clearer each time it rang out. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he could hear the other person's complete words.

The ground was charred black; the fire had burned everything. Even though a long time had passed, the smell of burnt things still lingered in the air.

"My God, this is terrible!" Xiao Jia saw the blackened desks and benches. This place used to be filled with children's laughter and the sound of reading aloud, but now only the embers of destruction remain.

"Quiet."

Han Fei stood in the burned-out corridor, his heartbeat slowly quickening. The twenty-two names seemed to be embedded in his heart, giving him a chilling aura.

“I foresaw my death, right here in this building.”

Almost as soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Li Guo'er heard a strange noise coming from behind her. She immediately turned her head and vaguely saw a person who had been burned black, silently running into the corner of the corridor.

Taking a deep breath, Li Guo'er adjusted her glasses: "There might be more than one 'ghost' in this place. Our current experience and strength are probably not enough to enter a building to catch a 'ghost'. I suggest we retreat first and come back tomorrow."

Calm and collected, every word Li Guo'er spoke was carefully considered, all for the sake of the team.

“The driver’s body has been stolen, and the person behind it will soon find out. At that time, the resurrection ritual inside the building may be disrupted. This is our last chance.” Han Fei strode forward. He felt death in his heart. In fact, he was more afraid than anyone else, but he could not stop.

Following the charred stairs to the fourth floor, Han Fei passed by a series of burned doors and stopped outside the last classroom.

The classroom door was in relatively good condition, though the door panel had been cleaned and was covered with black curses.

"Do you understand these things?" Han Fei turned to look at Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia, and they both shook their heads: "It seems we need to trick someone who knows the stuff into joining us."

"I'm still here, and besides, I wasn't planning on joining anyway." Han Fei ignored Xiao Jia's words, or rather, Han Fei simply didn't have the energy to consider Xiao Jia's feelings. He reached out and pushed the classroom door open.

The fire destroyed many things inside the building, but the lock on that door remained intact. Han Fei pushed hard, but the door wouldn't open. However, a piece of yellow cloth fell from the top of the door.

Pick up the yellow cloth, on which are written various curses, saying that opening that door will bring misfortune, release evil spirits, and bring bad luck.

"According to most horror movie plots, if we just go home obediently at this point, we should be fine," Xiao Jia suggested.

"It's all just acting in horror movies." Han Fei aimed at the door lock and kicked it open with force.

As the classroom door, stained with incantations, opened, Han Fei's heart raced again. It felt as if all the blood in his body had merged with the twenty-two names on his heart. His body temperature continued to drop, and his eyes grew increasingly cold.

Looking into the classroom, Han Fei's pupils narrowed slightly, while Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia behind him gasped.

The flames scorched the classroom, turning the neat walls and floor into a disfigured face, with a pile of desks and chairs stacked together amidst the shattered tiles and charred ashes.

The broken tables and chairs were tied together with thin red ropes to form a whole, and hidden in the middle of all the tables and chairs was the body of a boy.

It was face down, back to the sky, with its limbs wedged between the desk and bench. The body did not touch the ground or the red ropes.

"There used to be a saying that if you wanted to resurrect the dead, you absolutely couldn't let the coffin touch the ground, otherwise the corpse would turn into a zombie." After saying that, Xiao Jia added, "I forgot which movie I saw it in."

“Look at that boy. The newspaper said the driver’s child died in the fire and his body was burned to a crisp, but this boy’s skin looks normal! He shouldn’t be the driver’s son.” Li Guo’er also entered the classroom.

"Xiao Guo, you're so brave! I don't even dare to look at its body," Xiao Jia replied timidly, but no one paid him any attention.

"Not necessarily." Han Fei took a few steps forward, squatted down, and looked at the body from a different angle: "The boy's face, chest, and abdomen were all burned, only the skin on his back was repaired. However, I didn't see any stitches, so it shouldn't be a skin graft. Could he have used some method to make the corpse grow new skin?"

"What do we do now? Should we destroy the tables, chairs, and red rope, and kill that mutated corpse inside?" Li Guo'er said, then took out a sharp knife: "It should be able to be exchanged for quite a few points."

Xiao Jia feels very confused. Her former colleague and the goddess in her heart is now someone who will pull out a knife and try to do something terrible at the slightest disagreement.

"Don't rush, this resurrection ritual is quite interesting." Han Fei stretched out his arm, covered with numerous unhealed wounds: "Can people really be resurrected after death?"

He reviewed the conversation between the black-faced man and the driver. The mysterious man had taught the driver nine rituals to bring the dead back to life. Without exception, these nine methods would create more killings. Rather than resurrection, it was more like exchanging one life for another.

In an attempt to bring his child back to life, the driver listened to the mysterious man's words and killed nine people, turning himself into a puppet controlled by malice. Even so, he still failed, and his child's corpse only grew some new skin.

"Even if this corpse opens its eyes again, the one living inside it is probably not his son."

Han Fei had Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia use their phones to photograph the incantations in the classroom. Based on the conversation between the driver and the mysterious man, he found some special items used for resurrection in the four corners and the four cardinal directions of the classroom. These included special sand soaked in heart's blood, sacrificial offerings of three animals born at an inauspicious time, a jade bottle containing a foul-smelling black liquid, and a mirror inscribed with the deceased's birth date and time, as well as a mirror the deceased had looked into during their lifetime.

"Han Fei, the incantation has been completed. Let's leave as soon as possible," Xiao Jia urged again, he was really scared.

"No, we can't just throw away the points we've already earned." Li Guo'er looked at the boy's corpse in the middle of the table and chairs: "Let's kill him completely."

"Don't rush, don't forget our main purpose in coming here." Han Fei wanted to help the souls inside the taxi get revenge, to free them, and to truly obtain a hearse of their own.

In the midst of this incredibly dangerous darkness, having a means of transportation to navigate the city is of utmost importance.

After handing the collected props to Xiao Jia, Han Fei walked to the middle of the large pile of tables and chairs. He squatted down and stared at the corpse at the very back.

The boy is suspended in mid-air, with nine color photos of living people placed below him. Each photo shows an item belonging to the deceased, such as a keychain, nail clippers, and lipstick.

If you look closely, you can see that the faces in the photo are completely covered by incense ash, and the black hair wrapped around the deceased's belongings is connected to the boy's body.

"it's wired."

With tears welling up in his eyes, Han Fei seemed to have triggered one of his talents. He discovered that the people in the photo had come to life. The living people covered in lividity were waving at him, as if they wanted Han Fei to rescue them.

Bending down, Han Fei removed his clown mask. He bit down on his companion and found a narrow gap to squeeze through among the pile of tables and chairs.

"Han Fei? What are you trying to do? Don't be impulsive!"

"You two keep an eye on the surroundings, I'm going in to take a look."

Han Fei's control over his body had become instinctive. He climbed into the pile of tables and chairs without even touching the red line.

His heart was pounding. The deeper he climbed, the more frightened Han Fei became. He also gradually began to smell a pungent stench.

Black liquid dripped continuously from the boy's body. The unknown substance, resembling corpse oil, soaked into the photograph on the ground, flowing out a very strange incantation.

"It looks like someone's coming down the corridor!"

"Han Fei! Something is approaching!"

His teammates gave him a warning, and Han Fei's situation reached its most critical moment. He crawled under the boy's body and could reach out to touch the photos of those who had died unjustly.

His heart was beating abnormally fast. Han Fei gritted his teeth and reached for the photo.

Han Fei's fingertips touched the photo, but just as he was about to pull his arm back, a strong stench hit him!

He looked up and saw the boy who had been dead for a long time looking at him.

The burned face had no features left, only a few bloody holes.

Triggered by his physical instincts, Han Fei reacted instantly, slashing at the boy's corpse while simultaneously grabbing the photograph on the ground.

The red rope was pulled, and the charred tables and chairs all began to tremble. The corpse stuck in the middle seemed to move slightly.

(End of this chapter)