My Healing Games

Chapter 657 Eight-Armed Yama
Li Guo'er stared blankly at Han Fei in front of her. Compared to when they first met, he was a completely different person.

In just two days, this man who had lost his memory not only adapted to the darkness, but also became a beast in this concrete jungle.

He exuded the aura of a hunter, yet his eyes were always filled with pity and sorrow, as if he were the only living person in this dead city.

“I know your name is Han Fei, and you are yourself.” Li Guo’er vaguely saw another familiar figure in Han Fei, but she quickly shook her head, dispelling this unrealistic idea.

Each person is an individual, and Li Guo'er would not say anything that might affect Han Fei.

"How much did your score increase after we worked together to kill the little boy?" Han Fei stopped looking at himself in the car window and put his mask back on.

"It's increased by six points, now it's twenty-three."

"When I saw the boy's body come out of the classroom, the word 'resentment' subconsciously popped into my mind. Any ghost that can be called a 'resentment' must be much more powerful than an ordinary ghost. We got a point in the taxi earlier, which means that an ordinary ghost might only have one point, while a 'resentment' could provide more than five points." Han Fei then thought of the clown he met at the Happiness Apartment: "After the clown's childhood memories were scattered, he gave you ten points. It might be a kind of ghost that is even more terrifying than a 'resentment'."

"Don't aim too high. Let's start with those little devils who only have one point," Li Guo'er kindly reminded her.

"F and his group have a lot of numbers, so they'll definitely accumulate points faster than us. If we want to clear the level before them, we'll have to take risks. After all, the stronger the ghosts, the more points they provide." Han Fei's team only has three people, one of whom is basically just a support staff member. It's difficult for a team like theirs to compete with those players.

"Is there any special reward for the first person to complete the game?" Li Guo'er looked at Han Fei. She was increasingly convinced that Han Fei was the first person to complete the game, and that Han Fei's amnesia was likely due to him completing the game.

"I don't know, but my intuition tells me that clearing the first level is very important." Han Fei looked at Li Guo'er with his eyes hidden behind his mask: "You can definitely do it."

"What you're saying is putting a lot of pressure on me." Li Guo'er put away her knife and reached out to open the front door of the taxi, but as soon as she touched the door, something strange happened.

A face appeared on the transparent car window, and Li Guo'er's hand felt as if it had been bitten by something; her fingertips felt like they were touching teeth.

She quickly pulled her arm back. From the outside, the taxi looked normal, but upon closer inspection, she could see that it was crammed with ten corpses. Their torsos were fused with the entire vehicle, like fish swimming inside.

After absorbing the boy's corpse, the taxi that had killed nine people became a terrifying cursed object, emanating an aura of resentment.

"Why don't you go in?" Han Fei walked to the car and opened the door easily without any hindrance. "Get in, let's get out of here first."

Han Fei didn't want to get too close to that bus. If the people in the amusement park found out that the hearse transporting souls had run into trouble, they would most likely send someone over.

After Han Fei got into the car, the conversation inside the taxi quieted down considerably, and Li Guo'er and Xiao Jia were no longer attacked.

"Why do those 'ghosts' all like you so much? It feels like their attitude towards me is completely different from their attitude towards you?" Li Guo'er started the car.

"It might be related to my personal charm; I seem to be a very charming person."

After listening to Han Fei's words, which he had thought about for a long time before speaking, Xiao Jia touched his forehead, thinking that Han Fei might be joking.

"Where shall we go next?"

"Do you know what kind of dangerous ghost stories exist in this city? We can use the script to select some suitable ghosts." Han Fei had lost his memory, so he could only ask Li Guo'er.

“There are many strange tales, but the most well-known and the most dangerous one is probably the one related to Yama, the King of Hell.” Li Guo’er slowed down the car: “You mentioned it in your script as well. Legend has it that there is a residential area in this city built at the junction of Yin and Yang. During the day it is a normal residential area, but at night some people may accidentally walk into the underworld residential area, where Yama is located.”

Han Fei flipped through the script and took out the ninetieth story—Eight-Armed Yama.

"I never believed in the existence of the underworld until I met that ghost."

"She hid in that building named after happiness and grew into the most terrifying form."

"Yes, I have never seen such a terrifying ghost. It was born with two faces and eight arms, like the Yama, the King of Hell, who guards the gates of death. If you want to get close to her, you must be mentally prepared in advance."

Just by reading the description in the script, one can tell that the monster is extraordinary. Han Fei felt that it might be something even more terrifying than resentment.

"Living in a building named after happiness, is this eight-armed Yama also in the Happiness Apartments? I remember the clown seemed to have hinted to me that I should go and find my own happiness and see what kind of monster my happiness has turned into."

After entering the residential area shrouded in a red night sky, Han Fei stood in front of Building No. 1 for a long time, feeling as if something inside Building No. 1 was calling to him.

"Eight-Armed Yama..."

After thinking for a moment, Han Fei said to Li Guo'er, "How about we go to Happiness Apartment again?"

"Are you crazy? You finally escaped, why would you go to such a dangerous place?" Li Guo'er didn't quite understand Han Fei's idea.

"Number 11 is the clown, his happiness is hidden in Building 11. I also have my own number, and my happiness may also be hidden there." Han Fei was telling the truth.

"Did you and the clown both come from an orphanage? Have you forgotten your past?" Li Guo'er asked in surprise.

"I only remember my number—zero."

"But there's no Building Zero in the neighborhood!" Xiao Jia felt that Han Fei was sometimes reliable, and sometimes eccentric.

“There is indeed no Building Zero in residential areas where living people live, but that may not be the case in residential areas where dead people live.” Han Fei was very persistent.

“It’s too late today. We can go and take a look first, but absolutely do not enter the residential area. When the night is about to end and dawn is about to arrive, it is the time when all ghosts and monsters are most…” Just as Li Guo’er finished speaking, a dark red light suddenly flashed across the dark night sky.

"It looks like someone's setting off fireworks over at the amusement park?"

As the car slowed down, Han Fei leaned out of the window to look outside. Countless blood-red fireworks appeared in the night sky directly above the amusement park. Instead of giving people a feeling of dazzling beauty, those fireworks looked more like giant eyeballs exploding in the air, falling down a sky full of blood droplets.

"what happened?"

"Hey, this is what I was going to tell you. The first half of Ghost Night is about people catching ghosts, but when the night is darkest and the ghosts are strongest, 'evil ghosts' that are not under the control of the amusement park will appear." Li Guo'er decisively changed the subject: "After those 'evil ghosts' appear, the nature of the game changes. It's no longer about people catching ghosts, but ghosts killing people. We need to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible."

"A 'demon' out of control of the amusement park?"

“They don’t stay in one place; they wander around, actively hunting down anyone they encounter. They are cruel and violent, representing pure evil. Therefore, some game participants call them malice.” Li Guo’er had already made it very clear: “You’d better pray that you don’t encounter malice. Everyone who has seen malice is dead. All that’s left around us are strange tales about them.”

"What's meant to be will be. It's hard to find a safe place right now, so we might as well take advantage of the high mobility of vehicles to figure out what those things are like, because we'll have to face them sooner or later." Han Fei thought it through very clearly. As long as they chose the path of passing through the level, some difficulties were inevitable.

At Han Fei's suggestion, the taxi drove back to Happiness Apartment at almost four in the morning.

When they were far away from those apartment buildings, the paper figure Han Fei had placed in his heart began to bleed from its eyes. He took the paper out, and the paper figure's bloodshot eyes no longer reflected Han Fei, but rather the paper figure's own badly damaged body.

"The paper figure reacted, and parts of its remains seemed to be in the Happiness Apartment."

As Han Fei gently stroked the eye, his heart pounded. He didn't know why he was so anxious, as if the paper figure represented something he absolutely could not lose.

"It's almost dawn. Going in now is suicide." Li Guo'er glanced at Han Fei through the rearview mirror. The usually calm and composed Han Fei became sentimental when it came to paper figures, as if all his human emotions were entrusted to a small piece of paper: "I didn't expect such a fierce guy like you to like paper figures?"

Li Guo'er locked the car door, reduced the speed, and slowly approached the Happiness Apartment complex.

Returning to the passageway between Building 1 and Building 10, they saw scattered white paper money on the ground, and in the distance, the sounds of suona horns and chaotic footsteps could be heard.

"We can't go any further."

The three of them sat in the car and looked into the narrow passage. The building layout, which resembled a dry well, was incredibly oppressive. Blood-red moonlight cascaded down the building's exterior like a waterfall. In that deep darkness and despair, two rows of flower girls with brightly painted faces stood, while in the center of the passage, four large ghosts were carrying a blood-red sedan chair.

"Marry a ghost?"

If you ignore the ghosts and monsters, the scene before you looks like a family is giving away their daughter in a grand wedding.

The bridal sedan chair was slowly carried into the Happiness Community. Just as it was about to disappear completely into the darkness, the mournful suona music stopped, and the heads of the two rows of flower children slowly turned. The ghosts carrying the sedan chair also stopped in place.

A bright red sedan chair hung on a pile of white paper money on the ground. The curtain was slowly lifted a crack, revealing a large, bloody mess inside, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Is this some kind of ceremony?" Xiao Jia asked Han Fei, but Han Fei's eyes were fixed on Li Guo'er.

When the sedan curtain was lifted, Li Guo'er became somewhat dazed. Her hand gripping the steering wheel slowly turned, and she unconsciously began to accelerate, as if she wanted to drive the taxi into the passage and follow the bridal sedan into the Happiness Community.

"Li Guo'er!" Han Fei's shouts from behind had no effect, and the car door was locked. He had no choice but to try to communicate with the spirit inside the car and forcefully stop the taxi at the entrance of the residential area.

Seeing that Li Guo'er refused to come in, the curtain of the bridal sedan chair was closed again, and the bloody mess remained hidden inside the sedan chair, disappearing into the other end of the passage along with the procession of the ghost bride.

"Wake up! Li Guo'er!" It was extremely dangerous to stop at the entrance of the passage. Han Fei shouted several times before Li Guo'er reacted.

She opened her eyes and saw herself standing at the entrance of the passageway, her face showing fear: "How did I get here?"

"You seemed to have lost your mind just now, and you were even about to drive the car straight into the residential area." Xiao Jia was also startled and broke out in a cold sweat. What happened tonight was a bit too shocking for him.

"It's so strange! When I looked into the bridal sedan chair, I felt like I had become a bride. I knew that the person I loved most had died, but I was still prepared to marry him, go to where he lived, and stay with him forever!" Li Guo'er seemed to still be recovering from the shock; she was completely affected by that emotion.

"The ghost related to the bridal sedan chair is not in my script. She is not in any of the ninety-nine ghost stories. It seems that my script only records most of the ghost stories. There are still many omissions..." Han Fei, who was flipping through the script, suddenly stopped. He did not find the ghost related to the bridal sedan chair in those horror scripts, but he found a very simple unfinished script that recorded emotions in the ninety-nine ghost scripts.

The script was short and unfinished, with large blank spaces randomly interspersed among countless horror stories. If you didn't look closely, you might even miss it.

"I spent a long time writing this hundredth story, and I tried to write it ninety-nine times without success."

"The day I met her was the beginning of all our stories, and the day I left her was the end of all our stories. I love her very much, but we probably won't continue like this."

"Ninety-nine separations and deaths have taught me a lesson. She has always been with me, always by my side. I will write about her well this last time, and at least this time I will give her the best ending."

(End of this chapter)