My Healing Games

Chapter 656 Instinct!

A burst of wild laughter rang in Han Fei's ears, stirring the strings of his soul. A vortex of memories appeared in his blank mind, and in the depths of that ocean that preserved the past, something very important seemed to be missing.

"It seems that the park employee was controlled by some kind of force. That maniacal laughter was like some kind of nerve-controlling toxin, eroding his own consciousness and turning him into what he is now."

From the moment the staff member appeared until the collision with the boy's body, only a few seconds passed. Both sides were completely unrestrained and in their most hysterical state.

The blood mist and the black mist of resentment collided, dispelling the invisible oppressive atmosphere inside the car. The car windows were covered with cracks, and the car body became even more dilapidated.

With just one collision, the park employee's skin was covered in black cracks, as if it had been burned into porcelain, and his body was bent backward at nearly ninety degrees.

With the upside-down face hanging on his back, the staff member saw Han Fei from this angle. His smile became even more cruel, his lips moved slightly, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as if he had discovered a murderer he had been tracking for a long time.

"I'll live in your place?" Han Fei read the amusement park staff member's lips. Looking at the other person's horrified smile, the familiar feeling in his mind grew stronger.

"F, laughter, and me—it's like the three of us are fighting over the same thing."

"Oh!"

The sound of collision rang out again, and the boy's body collapsed onto the park staff member. His hands, now completely merged with the black mist, wrapped around the staff member's waist, and resentment, like sharp thorns, pierced the staff member's body, as if trying to cut him in half.

Han Fei himself felt pain just watching that scene, but the staff's smiles grew even brighter, as if the more pain they were in, the happier they were.

"Kill me, kill me!"

He roared upwards, his mouth almost torn apart, his expression incredibly ferocious, as if he were experiencing the most desperate thing in his life.

Being torn apart by evil spirits is certainly terrifying, but Han Fei soon discovered that the source of the staff member's pain was not the boy's corpse, but something else!
The worker's face was torn open bit by bit, his skin and flesh detached, his teeth pushed back, and he laughed until tears streamed down his face, using every last bit of his life to show this final, insane smile.

The boy's body seemed to sense something, and he raised his charred face in confusion, looking at the staff member's chest.

The sound of the heartbeat grew louder and louder, and it began to swell. Another chilling laugh echoed inside the car, and that laugh came from the staff member's ever-expanding heart.

The chest cavity began to deform, the ribs broke, and something was moving upwards in the staff member's chest.

The boy's corpse stared intently at the staff member, and the malevolent aura and deathly intent throughout the bus were drawn towards the staff member's face by some force.

The bus, which was moving forward, came to an abrupt stop, and all the departed souls trembled with fear.

When the will to die reached its peak, an arm emerged from the staff member's body, piercing through the black mist of resentment and penetrating the boy's chest!

No one knows who the arm belongs to, nor does anyone know why he appeared amidst the maniacal laughter. It's as if everyone affected by the laughter is a puppet controlled by him, and he can influence them at will, turning the entire city upside down.

"Chaos is paradise!"

The staff member's mouth was agape; he was laughing hysterically through tears.

The boy's corpse stared at its own body in disbelief. The black mist formed from resentment could not stop the arm. The skin covered with incantations was like a blank sheet of paper in front of it. That arm despised everything and penetrated all rules.

The hand grasped the boy's beating heart. Before the boy's corpse even understood what was happening, he heard a sound like bubbles bursting from inside his body.

It was very low and unique; he had only heard it once.

Looking down, the boy's heart, half vibrant and half rotten, had been crushed by five fingers.

The foul-smelling black blood mingled with charred dead skin, and the resentful black mist drifted and dissipated. At that moment, the park employee also died completely.

As the park worker lost his life and stopped laughing, the arm that had been extending from his body retracted and disappeared.

This astonishing turn of events caught everyone off guard. Han Fei also wanted to stay, but saving his life was the most important thing right now.

"The park staff are probably just puppets of that laughter. The real owner of the laughter is a madman who doesn't follow any rules. This chaotic and crazy city is simply a stage prepared just for him."

Ruthless and unscrupulous, like a devil, bizarre and insane, mysterious and unpredictable, the maniacal laughter aroused Han Fei's high vigilance. Compared to F, the owner of this laughter might be the biggest trouble.

"The terminus of this bus seems to be Paradise. Is that staff member responsible for transporting these souls? Why would he send a bus full of dead people to Paradise for the living? Is Paradise really for the living? Is the Laughing One trying to sneak into Paradise on this bus?"

Han Fei's face under the mask slowly contorted as he tried to control his facial muscles to show a smile, but he found that he simply couldn't do it; he seemed to have lost the ability to smile forever.

"We have to go!" Han Fei glanced furtively at the amusement park staff and the boy's body, then grabbed the companion from his sleeve and placed it on the neck of the student next to him: "Let's find another spot."

While threatening the male student, Han Fei made a hand gesture to Li Guo'er, who had been watching him closely in the taxi, indicating that he was preparing to jump out of the car.

The boy's heart was crushed, but it didn't just disappear. If it stayed there, it would attract the attention of other passengers, so it was best to stay away from these scapegoats.

Upon receiving Han Fei's signal, Li Guo'er immediately distanced herself from the bus and reduced its speed, while instructing Xiao Jia to quickly set up the props needed for the ceremony.

Without further hesitation, Han Fei took advantage of the moment when the boy's corpse was still venting its anger on the amusement park employees, pushed open the bus window and jumped out.

"Place the items out!"

Shouting loudly, Han Fei swung his sword and slashed at the passengers who were trying to grab him, successfully escaping.

Seeing Han Fei leave, the boy's corpse went completely berserk. He had gotten into the car to kill Han Fei, but now Han Fei was safe while his own heart had been ripped apart.

The boy's body, which was gradually weakening, let out a blood-stained scream. Ignoring the wound in his chest, he smashed the car window and chased after Han Fei with his charred face covered in glass shards!

The child was truly enraged. It had just woken up from the darkness when it encountered the bastard it was determined to kill.

That hatred kept accumulating, and the resentment burning throughout its body was like a raging fire.

"Get off the bus!"

Xiao Jia and Li Guo'er quickly got out of the car after setting out the ceremonial items, while Han Fei stared at the open door of the taxi.

Unable to escape the boy's corpse, he had no choice but to find a way to kill the boy in order to avoid being constantly hunted down.

To lure the boy into the taxi, someone had to act as bait. At that moment, Han Fei didn't hesitate at all; he knew this was something he had to do.

As he truly approached death, Han Fei discovered that his inner emotions had changed. His soul was singing, his instincts were awakened, and he even trembled with excitement!

"It turns out that fear, when it reaches a certain level, can be so captivating. I seem to have long been accustomed to dancing on the edge of death, leaping into the abyss, and living towards death!"

As Han Fei crawled into the car, having already memorized the locations of all the ritual items, the boy's body rushed into the car as his hand grabbed the other side of the door.

The suffocating black mist of resentment was suffocating. The charred body was right in front of Han Fei's face, and black blood dripping from the boy's eyes and mouth fell onto Han Fei's white mask.

So close to resentment, pressed down by something of immense fear, it felt as if fate had already raised its guillotine.

An ordinary person would probably have given up by now, unable to struggle anymore, and unable to face such despair. They might as well just close their eyes.

Blood tinged in his pupils, and Han Fei's eyes, hidden beneath the white mask, were so calm at this moment that they seemed almost inhuman.

He touched the mirror, raised it upwards, and positioned the mirror directly in front of the boy's face. His other hand, holding a knife, went straight into the wound in the boy's chest and pierced the boy's neck with the knife.

The sound of a child crying echoed from the ordinary mirror, and the boy's corpse was also affected. Just as it was about to completely lose control, Han Fei placed the mirror in the last empty space.

Faces appeared silently on the roof of the car. Then Han Fei gripped the companion tightly, suppressed his resentment with his body, and pressed the boy's body, which had lost its heart and was severely injured, firmly in front of the mirror.

The monster's bones were completely twisted, its skin was charred, and its black blood was spilled—all these things that ordinary people feared could not stop Han Fei.

At the moment closest to death, Han Fei did something that no one else could do. His choice was crazy yet rational, and his decision was incredibly risky, but it seemed to be the only way out of a desperate situation.

"Han Fei! Come out quickly!" Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia shouted anxiously, but Han Fei ignored them. Wearing a white smiling mask, he was like a weeping Grim Reaper, pouring his despair and pain into his sharp knife and frantically stabbing into the newly grown skin of the corpse!
He lacked F's talent and numerous helpers, as well as the eerie ability and formidable skills of the Maniac.

He had nothing, even his memories were gone, but he knew that he was the real Han Fei!

Unique, living by instinct, and giving it your all to live!

Eight ceremonial items were placed in place, and arms extended from the faces on the roof of the car to help Han Fei hold down the corpse.

The crying in the mirror intensified, and a lonely, pitiful boy appeared in the mirror. His face was not yet burned. He was terrified of the things around him. He was afraid of the dark and feared loneliness. He was trapped inside the mirror and cried his heart out.

Influenced by the boy in the mirror, the corpse struggled less violently, and the black blood dripping from its body began to seep into the incantation on the taxi.

With his exceptional memory, Han Fei perfectly replicated most of the curses. Now, with the black blood flowing back, all the curses seemed to come alive, like tiny blood vessels taking root in the taxi.

Amidst the noise and laughter, the faces on the roof became clearer, their arms almost solidified. What the boy's corpse had taken from the nine victims was being taken back by them.

The severely wounded corpse tried to struggle, but Han Fei held it down firmly. He restrained the corpse, while the resentment and black mist were controlled by the nine unjustly killed. Neither side gave way.

The boy's cries and screams mingled together, and cracks began to appear on the once-perfect mirror. As the cracks multiplied, the boy's cries grew increasingly desperate.

Just as the black blood was about to dry, the mirror with the boy's birth date and time written on it suddenly shattered, and a young boy was grabbed by the wrongfully deceased.

Anger, resentment, hatred—all the negative emotions were unleashed on the boy, but at this moment, Han Fei placed "companionship" between them.

“His father killed you. He was just a child who was burned to death in the fire. The culprit should be held accountable. Don’t let your anger turn you into evil spirits. We should kill the real murderer.”

Han Fei would not hesitate for a second when faced with someone who deserved to die, but he would never stand by and watch someone who could be redeemed die.

A soft-hearted person cannot survive here, but without their own principles, they will become a butcher who only knows how to kill.

Although Han Fei tried his best to stop them, those who died unjustly still tore open the boy's soul, leaving him constantly on the verge of his soul being scattered.

After the boy was severely injured, the last drop of black blood in his body was absorbed by the incantation. The charred body and the mirror shattered in the black mist, transforming into the power of the nine unjustly killed.

Amidst the embers and covered in blood, Han Fei sat in the carriage scribbled with blood curses, sheathing the dagger he called "Companion."

Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia outside the car were stunned. Their original plan was to lure the corpse into the car, wait for Han Fei to escape, close the car door, and let the ghost inside the taxi deal with the boy's corpse. But now Han Fei went in himself!
"That's too fierce! Isn't he scared? That's a 'ghost'!"

The two companions were only now recovering from the shock. They ran to Han Fei, checked his body, and looked at the taxi, which seemed to have changed.

Having absorbed the resentment of the boy's corpse, the car became even more eerie. Faint sounds of conversation, crying, and pleas for help could be heard coming from inside. As you got closer, you could feel the temperature plummeting, as if getting into the car would take you to another world.

"Han Fei, are you alright?" Li Guo'er slowly walked to Han Fei's side. She had witnessed the whole process and clearly saw how Han Fei looked when he was fighting. The Han Fei at that moment was completely different from the Han Fei of usual.

"I'm fine." Han Fei turned his head, his gaze making Li Guo'er uneasy: "After I destroyed the boy's body, that cold voice echoed in my mind again."

"what sound?"

"I can't hear you clearly, but at least I can be sure of one thing now." Han Fei took off his mask and looked at his reflection in the car window: "No matter how many things I forget, there will always only be one Han Fei, and that is me."

(End of this chapter)