My Healing Games

Chapter 653 Midnight Taxi

"Han Fei!"

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the last classroom. Clumps of black debris, like tufts of black hair, were approaching through the burned window frame.

Han Fei understood the critical situation better than anyone else, and the moment the corpse moved, he made the decision to strike first.

The sharp knife, meant to be a companion, drew a bright arc in the darkness, its blade slicing directly into the boy's neck. But to Han Fei's surprise, the sharp knife seemed to have hit something, and it was unable to decapitate the boy's body at all!
A long wound appeared on his neck, from which foul-smelling corpse oil and blackened blood flowed. The boy's slashed neck made a crunching sound, and his face, burned by the fire and left with only a bloody hole, slowly turned and stared at Han Fei!

Having failed to kill his opponent with a single strike, Han Fei already knew what he had to do.

He immediately withdrew his hands from the photo and the knife, and desperately retreated backward.

One by one, the red ropes snapped, and the boy's whole body made eerie creaking sounds. His head, which had been tilted by Han Fei, was straightened again.

The dead man has moved!

The small mountain of tables and chairs collapsed inward, and Han Fei kept swinging his knife, trying to create a way out for himself.

"Quick! Go help him!" While keeping an eye on the area outside the corridor, Li Guo'er had also been keeping an eye on Han Fei. When Han Fei encountered trouble, she didn't waste a second and immediately rushed towards him.

Something unknown was approaching from outside. Xiao Jia was so scared that his legs were trembling. If he stayed here any longer, he might miss his last chance to escape.

He glanced at the back door of the classroom, which was just a stone's throw away, then at Han Fei and Li Guo'er, and finally gritted his teeth and ran to the pile of desks and chairs: "I'm really impressed!"

The tables and chairs outside were thrown away, and two teammates came to help. Han Fei escaped at the last moment when the mountain of tables and chairs completely collapsed.

"Come on!"

The table and chairs that had been binding the boy's body collapsed, and the red threads binding the body all snapped, causing the suspended body to touch the ground.

The sound of bones piercing skin reached the ears of the three. The corpse that had fallen to the ground was trembling. The skin on the child's back was exactly the same as that of a living person, but his face and abdomen were completely burned. The wounds were still deteriorating, and a large amount of black blood was gushing out inside.

Even after Han Fei crawled out, he was still shaken. If he had been a second or two later, he probably would have been crushed under the desk along with the corpse.

The three of them ran towards the front door of the classroom carrying various things. Just as they were about to open the door, they heard a sound of something hitting the door outside.

The already badly damaged door trembled, and the lock fell to the ground.

"There's something outside!" Xiao Jia shouted.

"Shut up! Follow me!" Han Fei's knife was still covered in black blood, and he knew they couldn't be trapped in the classroom. "Downstairs! Forget everything else! Charge forward!"

The pile of desks in the center of the classroom could no longer contain the boy. Amidst the thumping sounds, an arm emerged from the collapsed pile of desks.

The back of his hand was deathly pale, while the other side was covered with hideous burn scars.

"Oh!"

The last red rope was torn, the temperature in the classroom plummeted, a cold wind blew up the curtains, and an indescribable stench spread in all directions.

"crunch..."

His head hung from his severed neck, and his body, twisted like a spider, emerged from the pile of desks at an eerie angle that no normal person could possibly do.

His bloodied face stared at Han Fei, and his body was covered with a large amount of black resentment.

"go!"

Han Fei kicked open the classroom door. There were no terrifying ghosts or monsters outside, only a few dark handprints.

Faced with a perilous situation, Han Fei was terrified, but he did not lose his reason because of fear.

"The Blue and White Tutoring Center was formerly an illegal clinic. Besides the boy's corpse, there was also a ghost that killed the owner's entire family. The horror of that 'ghost' was definitely no less than that of the boy."

Holding a knife and clearing the way, Han Fei didn't see the ghostly thing that had been knocking on the door earlier. As he ran towards the corner of the corridor, he unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be children still having classes in the severely burned classrooms on both sides!

Some neatly dressed children sat upright in their seats. When Han Fei passed by the window, the children who heard the noise all turned their heads and looked at Han Fei with their burned faces.

Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia almost suffered a heart attack, but Han Fei found a long-lost feeling, being the center of attention. It seemed that he had been stared at by many cold eyes before.

“A person without stage experience would definitely be flustered if suddenly looked at by so many ghosts, but I vaguely felt familiar with it. I must have been more than just a puppeteer in the amusement park before, maybe I have performed in other things as well.”

As Han Fei and the other two ran into the stairwell, the boy's body completely broke free of the red line. He crawled out of the classroom at an extremely fast speed, on all fours, his body twisted, chasing after Han Fei.

As the temperature continued to drop, Han Fei glanced back as he went downstairs. The boy's corpse wasn't large, but the black yin energy gathering around it was like a dark cloud, and it seemed as if all the incantations in the room were being absorbed by it.

Seeing the boy like this, Han Fei unconsciously uttered two words: "Resentment?"

It was all a matter of bodily instinct. He seemed to be extremely familiar with resentment, so much so that his body reacted the moment he saw the other person.

Han Fei still doesn't understand what resentment is. He just feels that resentment is definitely much more powerful than the wrongful deaths of the people in the taxi before.

"The two are definitely not in the same league, but I also feel that the clown and resentment are not in the same league either."

The burned-out building couldn't withstand the boy's corpse's rampage; cracks appeared wherever it crawled. The children in the classrooms panicked and ran away when they saw the body, and the whole building was in chaos.

"It's catching up! Why can the dead run faster than the living!" Xiao Jia was at the very back of the group, the weakest in terms of stamina. He gripped a wooden stick with one hand and covered his wig with the other. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before he was caught.

"Take my backpack! You two keep going down, I'll distract him!" Han Fei was holding a photo of the wrongfully deceased and had even slashed the boy with a knife, so the boy's main attention was focused on Han Fei.

Upon reaching the third floor, Han Fei separated from his teammates. He told Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia to continue downstairs, while he ran into the third-floor corridor.

Without any hesitation, the boy's corpse followed Han Fei into the third floor. The two, one human and one ghost, moved through the dilapidated building, and the distance between them grew closer and closer!

"If this continues, I'll definitely be caught up."

Han Fei hadn't expected the other party to act so quickly. What was worse, the monster seemed to be able to absorb some of the residual Yin energy in the building. The runes on its skin became clearer and clearer, and it could even make very human-like expressions on its charred face.

The thought of a charred face grinning at you in the darkness sends chills down your spine.

"This is the third floor. I shouldn't die if I jump out of the window. I remember there's a big tree in the north corner of the garden. If I jump directly onto the tree, I shouldn't be in any big trouble."

During his escape, Han Fei had already planned his escape route. He simulated it in his mind and found it to be entirely feasible.

With his eyes fixed on the window at the end of the corridor, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran with all his might. In this extreme desire, his running speed really increased, as if his once-abandoned talent had been rekindled.

"I think I'm pretty good at night running."

Holding his breath, Han Fei locked onto the burned-out window. Just as he was about to get close, he leaped up, preparing to use his weight to smash open the window and jump out.

Covering his head with his arms, Han Fei stepped onto the windowsill and recklessly crashed into the window!

A loud crash was heard, and Han Fei fell backward, tumbling down the stairs.

The charred window seemed easy to break open, but Han Fei only discovered the problem when he actually broke through it. The window railings were completely burned, and charred human skin was stuck to them. Whenever a living person got close, strange black patterns would appear on the charred human skin.

"Is this entire building cursed?"

During the fire, many people inside the building were forced to jump out of the windows, and the tree in the distance became a source of hope for many.

The window itself didn't stop them, but the struggle among the survivors inside prevented any of them from successfully leaving through it.

When Han Fei collapsed, he glanced at the window. The ordinary window frame was shrouded in lingering resentment, as if pairs of charred hands were hidden in the shadows near the window, ready to pull back anyone trying to escape.

"The malice in people's hearts is truly terrifying."

Controlling his body, Han Fei intentionally made himself roll towards the second floor. By the time he got up from the ground, the boy's corpse was almost on top of him.

Smelling the pungent, acrid smell, Han Fei looked up, his pupils instantly shrinking to a point.

The boy's body was on the third floor, very close to him, and looking up through the gap in the stairs, there was another "body" standing between the sixth and seventh floors.

She was wearing a blue dress, her eyes seemed to be writing something, and she stood on tiptoe on the stairwell railing, her neck deeply recessed.

"Blue dress? White hat? This corpse looks like a flower planted in a garden outside."

The woman's body seemed to be hanging in the middle of the corridor. She was expressionless, and there were many children's bloody handprints on the hem of her skirt. The handprints gathered into a large black and red butterfly.

"A butterfly? It must be killed?"

Seemingly sensing Han Fei's gaze, the woman's eyes darted around in their sockets, revealing eerie pupils.

Before Han Fei could react, the woman took a step forward, and the corpse fell straight down.

One boy was already difficult enough, and another one would definitely be even more overwhelming. Han Fei was so scared that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He decisively ran downstairs.

At this moment, he didn't care which floor he was on or whether he would get hurt if he jumped out of the window. He knew that if he didn't find a way to leave, the consequences would be a hundred times worse than death.

The windows on the second floor were badly burned, and many windows were missing their railings. Han Fei didn't look back; he didn't dare waste a second and rushed over as soon as he found an opportunity.

This time he was smarter. Instead of using his arm to protect his body, he took out the sharp knife and slashed anyone who dared to block his way.

As Han Fei stepped onto the windowsill and leaned outwards, charred arms emerged from the cracks in the wall, as if trying to pull him back.

Han Fei, who was prepared, swung his sword wildly and jumped out at the last moment.

The cold wind blew against his body, and Han Fei tried his best to adjust himself, but before he was ready to land, he saw a scene that made him extremely uneasy.

The boy's body jumped out with him!
"A persistent ghost? A fight to the death?"

Han Fei landed in a sea of ​​blue and white flowers. He rolled on the spot to dissipate the force, and then, ignoring his injuries, he ran away.

Blue and white petals stuck to Han Fei's clothes. Hearing the eerie crawling sounds behind him, he endured the pain and ran wildly.

"Han Fei!"

Li Guo'er, who had left a step earlier, had already gotten into a taxi and started the car to pick up Han Fei.

"boarding!"

The boy's body was hot on their heels, so Li Guo'er dared not stop and could only slowly accelerate. Xiao Jia in the back seat opened the door and waved to Han Fei.

With the hope of escape within reach, Han Fei unleashed his potential, jumping into the taxi when the boy's body was only a meter or two away from him.

"Oh!"

The car door closed, and Han Fei sat inside, completely exhausted.

It was really dangerous just now; he himself didn't expect to be able to escape.

"Li Guo! Drive faster! That kid is still chasing us!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of impact continued, and the boy's charred face was pressed against the taxi window. But just as he was about to get into the car, several pale arms reached out from the roof and violently flung him aside.

The taxi successfully sped up, but the boy's body continued its relentless pursuit.

"Why does it keep chasing you?" Xiao Jia said, having lost his wig and sporting a rather unsightly bald patch. "Is it because we took its things? In the movies, you always have to return those things to it before the grudges are settled."

"It's not as serious as you think. I guess it's been staring at me because I slashed it and almost chopped its head off."

Han Fei stopped talking about it. He took out the nine photos he had found in the classroom and pasted them on the roof of the car where faces appeared.

"What are you doing?"

"It's hard for me to explain to you, so you'd better not ask so many questions." Han Fei stared intently at the photo, and not long after, something surprising happened.

The electronic clock inside the car suddenly stopped ticking, the image of the person struggling in pain in the photo returned to normal, and faces began to appear on the roof of the car.

Unlike before, these people's faces were no longer distorted and ferocious; they even showed expressions of gratitude to Han Fei.

"Number zero..." The cold voice in his mind suddenly rang out, startling Han Fei. He came back to his senses and listened carefully, but he heard nothing.

"I didn't feel any malice from the dead. This car now seems to belong to me completely. Those nine who died unjustly have accepted us!" Han Fei was genuinely happy. He felt that he had made the right choice, and time would prove everything.

(End of this chapter)