My Healing Games

Chapter 655, Third Place

The night wind blew in through the cracks in the car window, making a bit of a racket.

Han Fei boarded the car with a knife, like a ruthless carjacker, but after sensing the atmosphere inside, he decisively began rummaging through his pockets, trying to find a dollar.

He didn't think this was a sign of valuing his life; he simply believed that everyone should abide by public order and that even hearses should have coins to pay.

"I don't think I brought any money. Sorry to bother you."

The boy's body was already close enough that leaving through the front door would likely result in him running straight into the boy's arms, so Han Fei immediately ran towards the back door of the bus.

He had only driven halfway when an older woman sitting next to the car door suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go together once we're in the car. It's dark and the road is long; it's not safe outside."

The woman was dressed very simply, with a red scarf wrapped around her head, covering most of her face.

She took out 100 million yuan in banknotes from her pocket and stuffed them into the bus coin box, then let out a strange laugh.

"Ghost money?"

Seeing that the older woman had paid for his fare, Han Fei dared not linger, but the back door closed at that moment.

To make matters worse, the resentment gathered at the front door of the bus, and the boy's body got stuck there!

The boy's corpse, which had been out of control, dared not get on the bus directly. Black blood seeped from its body, as if it were fighting against something invisible inside the bus.

"The boy was too scared to come up, but I did?"

Han Fei didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. He took one last look at the helpful aunt. She had her head down, and her eyes, hidden under her scarf, were also sizing up Han Fei.

"Her gaze didn't feel like she was looking at a person; it was more like I was picking out new clothes in a shopping mall."

The boy's body was blocking the front door, and the back door had already been closed. Han Fei's only way to leave was to jump out of the window.

His initial plan was to stall for time to keep the boy's body in check, but now it seems he's about to put himself in danger.

The announcement on the bus began, and the scene before him felt both familiar and strange. Han Fei seemed to have ridden similar buses in other places, and he had a special sense of familiarity with this type of vehicle.

The vehicle started moving, and both the boy's body and Han Fei reacted simultaneously.

The boy's corpse at the front door let out a piercing scream. His charred face was torn open with a bloody hole, and beneath the charred skin, there seemed to be a shrunken face. The black mist on his body surged wildly, as if it had smashed something, and successfully spread into the car.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Fei rushed to the nearest window. He reached out and opened the window, preparing to jump out, but his body could not move.

Turning his head, he saw that all the passengers in the three rows of seats in front of and behind him had grabbed him. The dead men with their heads hanging down were now staring at him from an eerie angle, their eyes filled with greed.

"Are these people in this car trying to use me as a scapegoat?"

A living person appears on a bus carrying the dead. If the living person can be moved to the position of the dead, there might be a chance for survival.

"Let go!"

Han Fei was so anxious that he wanted to draw his sword. The passengers who had seemed normal before slowly began to smile when they saw Han Fei resist.

Pale lips moved, and the passengers muttered something under their breath, all looking at Han Fei.

The scene before them was horrifying; some passengers' heads were even twisted 180 degrees, and all of them wore terrifying smiles, as if welcoming Han Fei to join them.

The bus slowly pulled away from the station. The boy's corpse, who had climbed onto the bus, stared intently at Han Fei. His body was shrouded in black mist, and the bloody hole on his face was slowly widening.

With a scream, the boy's body lurched toward the back of the car, all his hatred seemingly focused on Han Fei.

With nowhere to escape, Han Fei was held tightly by the passengers, unable to even dodge.

Just when Han Fei thought he was about to be torn to pieces by the boy, the passengers also reached out and grabbed at the boy's corpse.

This act of treating everyone equally brought Han Fei a long sigh of relief.

But before Han Fei could even catch his breath, the boy roughly flung away the arms, and the thick black mist began to attack the surrounding passengers.

The old woman who put the coin in Han Fei's pocket was the first to suffer because she was closest to him. The scarf covering her head and half of her face fell off, revealing her already rotting half of her face.

She hurriedly picked up the scarf from the ground, grabbed it, and opened her blood-stained mouth, biting into the boy's smooth, undamaged back.

The other passengers joined in, and the dead spirits lunged at the boy, trying to dispel the black mist that enveloped his body.

Seeing how brave the passengers were, Han Fei had no intention of resisting at all. At least on the surface, he behaved very obediently, and even patted the hand of the man next to him, signaling him not to grab so hard.

What happened before my eyes was quite moving, like a young man being chased by thugs, contemplating jumping off the train, only to be stopped by kind-hearted people, and then the whole train joined forces to beat the thugs.

“The passengers wanted to use me as a scapegoat. I was their only way out, so naturally they wouldn’t just stand by and watch me get killed.”

Having figured this out, Han Fei stopped resisting and sat down between a student and an older brother.

Three people were crammed into a seat meant for two, but Han Fei remained calm, as if it had always been his seat.

Seeing that Han Fei was so obedient, the hands that were holding him slowly loosened, and the passengers turned their attention to the boy's body.

Only by dealing with this outsider can we internally integrate Han Fei.

"Fight, fight."

The conflict between the passengers inside the car and the boy's corpse erupted instantly, and the two sides started fighting each other before they were even prepared.

This was the first time Han Fei had witnessed a battle between "ghosts." They used almost everything at their disposal to harm each other, resulting in an incredibly frenzied and brutal fight.

In the blink of an eye, half of the woman who paid for Han Fei's ride was swallowed by the black mist, but she didn't let the boy's corpse get away with it either. Her remaining hand pierced into the boy's eye socket, and her fingers pierced through the bloody hole in his face.

The injured boy's corpse became even more frenzied, and black mist formed from resentment surged out of his severed limbs like a swarm of insects, attacking all the passengers.

Sharing hardships together, Han Fei felt as if he had found someone to rely on; he and the other passengers in the carriage were now on the same side.

The passengers raised their heads, revealing their final moments under the attack of the black mist. This gave Han Fei a glimpse into their lives and broadened his horizons.

"This bus seems to be used to transport the souls of the dead; they all look like they've only recently died."

One by one, the passengers rushed toward the boy's body, as if they wanted to use their own souls to correct the boy's mistakes.

The battle was far more brutal than Han Fei had imagined; as long as one side touched the other, the other would surely be annihilated.

The number of passengers began to decrease, and the more the boy killed, the thicker the black mist around him became.

If we don't deal with him soon, and he absorbs all the black mist, he'll probably become even more difficult to deal with.

"Oh!"

Something smashed against the window of Han Fei's car. He turned his head and saw Li Guo'er chasing after them in a taxi. The two hearses drove side by side, staging a highway chase—a scene previously only seen in action movies.

"Why are you still sitting down?" Xiao Jia rolled down the car window and shouted at Han Fei, "What do we do now? If we start the car, those items can't be fixed in their corresponding positions!"

Han Fei was also worried. It seemed that the passengers in the car were no match for the boy's corpse. He had to find a chance to jump out of the car and leave.

The black mist surrounding the boy's corpse was still spreading, and the black curses on his body bulged like blood vessels, recklessly crushing any passengers that approached.

Resentment grew, and cracks appeared in the bus windows. The bus body aged rapidly, the handrails were rusty, and the seats began to peel. It seemed that this was the true appearance of a bus.

"Damn it, it's coming." The older man sitting next to Han Fei was already trapped in the black mist. If this continued, it would be Han Fei's turn: "Is no one in the car a match for it?"

The bus seemed to be drunk, wobbling forward. The driver's neck was broken, and only his two arms were still resting on the steering wheel.

Just as the out-of-control bus was about to crash into the building next to it, a man's laughter rang out from the last row.

At first, the laughter was very weak, even somewhat like crying, but gradually the laughter grew louder and became morbid and eerie.

If sound had a shape, that laughter would be like a venomous snake with many heads.

Upon hearing the laughter, the passengers instantly calmed down, but Han Fei's heart began to race, and something seemed to have been touched in his blank mind.

"Why does this sound like my laughter?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man in an amusement park uniform take off his hat. He looked completely different from Han Fei. His entire face was twitching with muscles, revealing an incredibly crazy and perverted smile.

"Are there people from the amusement park on the bus? But why does his smile seem so familiar?"

This was the first time Han Fei had encountered park staff outside the park. These people were completely different from their behavior during the day; they seemed to have had their minds twisted by something, turning them into puppets who could only laugh maniacally.

"It's a strange feeling. Besides F and me, there seems to be someone I know very well who wants to complete the game."

(End of this chapter)