My Healing Games

Chapter 663 The Strange Time
The stairwell door was forcibly opened, and the sound of the metal door slamming against the wall reached Xiao You's ears, bringing her a glimmer of hope.

She had heard the man's voice on the phone before; he was Mr. Jia, who wanted to rent her house.

Just when they thought they were doomed, a rope was thrown from the shore.

Xiao You knew the ghost was in the house, but she had no other choice.

Her fingers clenched, her chest heaving, and after taking a deep breath, Xiao You suddenly pushed open the cabinet door: "Help! There's a ghost in the building! I'm here!"

She rushed out of the room as fast as she could, but when she ran into the hallway full of anticipation, the scene before her eyes was so despairing that it suffocated her.

The rusty stairwell door was intact; no one had kicked it open to come in.

"How is that possible! I clearly heard the door being kicked!"

Grabbing her hair with both hands, fear seemed to crawl all over her body like countless venomous snakes, and Xiao You was almost going crazy.

"Han Fei, why are you standing here? Aren't we going to the seventh floor?"

"Wait a minute, I feel like there's something around me. Did you hear a cry for help just now?"

No! Are you hallucinating?

The two men's conversation could be heard right beside Xiao You, but she couldn't see them. It was as if they were standing in two different worlds, and this building was a corner where the two worlds were slowly merging.

People with strong inspiration may be able to perceive something, but that's all they perceive.

"I'm here! I'm right here beside you!"

Xiao You frantically sought help. She took out her phone to call the number Han Fei had left, but unexpectedly found that the phone's time was frozen at 6:01.

"Help me! Can you hear me?!" Tears streamed down Xiao You's face. She had no time to cry anymore. Terrifying footsteps echoed in the room, and a pair of wet shoe prints appeared in a room on the first floor.

The mirror next to the wardrobe reflected the shoe print above it. In the mirror was a strange man whose neck looked broken, concave downwards at a terrifying angle, while his spine extended upwards.

It was as if he was being suspended by a rope around his neck for a long time, to the point that his head and body were about to separate.

Xiao You accidentally glanced at the mirror and was so terrified by the man's appearance that she almost lost her soul. She didn't dare to stay where she was and screamed as she scrambled upstairs.

The hallway door was locked, and the hallway became incredibly eerie. After time was frozen, this place didn't feel like where she used to live at all; it was as if she had inexplicably entered a world where ghosts existed.

"Xiao Jia, didn't you really hear the cries for help? I feel like someone is right next to me."

"Don't scare me."

"It felt like my hands could touch my soul; I really felt someone run past me!"

After a brief pause, the two men also ran upstairs together.

"I'm right here beside you! Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me either!"

Xiao You ran uphill like a madwoman, with footsteps following her at a distance. The hanged man didn't seem worried about Xiao You escaping at all; no one could leave alive after entering this place.

"No, there really is something around us. She seems to be calling for help. I can vaguely hear her crying! She's running upstairs! Let's follow her!"

"Slow down! Han Fei! Wait for me! I'm scared!"

The voices of two men followed closely behind the woman's; they seemed to be in another world, moving in sync with her.

Forced by the sound of footsteps, Xiao You had no choice but to return the way she came. When she came down, the stairwell was still normal, but when she ran back, the apartment building began to age rapidly, as if it had been forgotten by time and sealed away in a corner of the world.

The cracks on the wall were spreading, and it looked as if a head was hanging down in the black gaps, with eyes that could be seen slowly opening occasionally.

The doors of every household were different from before; they were darker in color, some were stained with bloodstains that could not be washed off, some had yellow paper pasted on their doors, and others were sealed off by the police.

From the moment I entered the wardrobe and came out, the entire building had changed; everything was different from before.

Terrified, Xiao You ran upstairs crying, but no neighbor came out to help her. She was completely dominated by fear.

Unable to think rationally, her legs mechanically repeated the same movements. Xiao You didn't dare look back, and she ran all the way to the fourth floor.

The motion-activated lights on this floor were broken, and the door of one of the houses was half-open, its dim, cold light dispelling the darkness.

"Is anyone there?! Help!"

Xiao You cried out for help, opening her door in the hopes that her neighbors could assist her.

But when she peeked into the room, she felt as if her body had been frozen, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

The room was dark and the lights were off. In the empty living room, only a television was playing strange images.

Amidst the black and white snowflakes, one can vaguely see a black house containing seven black figures and a red little girl. They are killing each other, tearing each other's bodies apart, and then repeatedly piecing themselves back together.

The terrifying scene made Xiao You give up the idea of ​​going closer. She didn't dare to enter the house at all and turned to run to a higher place.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, the motion-activated lights emitted a scarlet glow, illuminating the white couplets on either side of the door and the white double happiness character in the center of the doorway, turning them red.

As you pass by, you can faintly smell a strange aroma of meat.

Turning her head, Xiao You's face instantly turned pale. Next to the dining table of that family sat a wooden puppet dressed in a wedding gown, its body wrapped in red threads.

As Xiao You looked at it, the puppet's head was pulled by the red string and creaked as it turned around!
"what!"

She lost her footing and her phone fell to the ground. The wet shoe print was very close to her, but she didn't care about picking it up. She used both hands and feet to climb upstairs.

The constant shocks and fears pushed Xiao You to her physical and mental limits, but she dared not stop; the will to survive compelled her to persevere.

She ran past the sixth floor and returned to the seventh floor, but Xiao You didn't dare to go in. She knew that the "ghost" had first appeared in her own home.

"Mom isn't in the house."

With her mother gone from the chandelier, Xiao You's only solace shattered, and her legs grew increasingly weak.

"The person who loved me most is gone. I don't know how much fear and torment I will face next. Since that's the case, I might as well end it all myself."

Running upwards was a dead end, and Xiao You herself knew that. She was just running wildly in despair, and it was all in vain.

Xiao You didn't go to the eighth floor. Driven almost crazy by fear, she ran back to her own home and rushed straight to her bedroom.

She had opened the window there; jumping down would end the fear. She had made the same choice before when she had nightmares or was so terrified that she couldn't bear it anymore.

"That's right, it's just a nightmare, and I'll be free soon!"

Opening the bedroom door, the window was right in front of her. Xiao You stepped out, and soon she could touch the night sky outside the apartment building.

"Yui!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out, and Xiao You turned to look at the living room.

The mother, covered in blood, crawled up from the shards of mirror scattered on the floor and lunged toward a certain spot.

Blood splattered, and a strange man slowly appeared. The mother began to struggle with him for the blood-stained phone.

Xiao You's mother's body was far less robust than that of the strange man. The faint black mist emanating from him could easily burn her skin, but she didn't care. While shouting to stop Xiao You from jumping off the building, she tried her best to pour her last bit of soul into the phone.

"mom!"

Xiao You also saw her mother fighting for her life. At that moment, fear seemed to be suppressed by another emotion. Her trembling hands grabbed the chair in the room, and without thinking, she ran over and smashed the chair hard against the strange man in the living room.

The chair passed over the man without causing him any harm, but it stirred up the resentment in his heart.

His eyes, filled with white, were fixed on Xiao You. In that moment of distraction, the mother dragged her broken body into the phone.

At the same time, Han Fei and Xiao Jia rushed into Xiao You's room on the seventh floor. They looked at the empty living room and just as they were feeling uneasy, Xiao Jia's phone suddenly vibrated. A stranger was calling.

"An unknown number? Should we answer it?" Xiao Jia looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei's expression was extremely solemn. He was holding a knife and slowly walking into the living room.

Seeing that Han Fei didn't speak, Xiao Jia casually pressed the answer button.

Just as Xiao Jia chose to answer the call, the time on his phone froze at a certain moment, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, everything was aging, and they seemed to have been dragged into some place by a "ghost"!

Han Fei, who was walking forward, also stopped. He looked at the nearly two-meter-tall hanged ghost standing in front of him, and Xiao You, who was holding a chair and was about to collapse, and took a deep breath.

"Holy crap?!" Xiao Jia stood dumbfounded at the door, holding his phone; his hand was still trembling as he answered the call.

"Save my daughter! I'll do anything for you!"

A pitiful scream came from both Xiao Jia's phone and the phone in the hanged ghost's palm at the same time. Han Fei did not hesitate at all. His reaction speed was even faster than that of the hanged ghost. He took a step forward, swung his hand to draw his knife, and slashed at the hanged ghost's neck!
A flash of silver light, and the head of the male hanged ghost fell directly to the ground.

"Come here quickly!" Han Fei shouted to Xiao You. He knew that the hanged ghost couldn't be dealt with so easily, so he continued to deliver the finishing blows.

Han Fei still remembered what a person's vital points were, and he always aimed his sword straight for those vital points. But a ghost's vital points are different from a person's. Even if a hanged ghost has no head, its body can still move freely.

How do you kill this thing?

Having lost his memory, Han Fei acts entirely on instinct, trying his best to recall the ghost stories in the script.

The reason Han Fei killed the boy's body earlier was to first absorb the black mist on the boy's body through a ritual, and then let other ghosts devour him. Now, Han Fei can only rely on the knife that the clown gave him.

"That thin black mist seems to be the grudge of ghosts, and this hanged ghost is also a grudge! If you really want to kill him, you must first disperse the black mist on his body."

Taking advantage of the hanged ghost's momentary lapse in attention, Han Fei unleashed a flurry of attacks, knowing he only had this one chance.

"The cell phone! Mom's cell phone!"

When Xiao You, who was lying on the ground, saw Han Fei and Xiao Jia come in, she felt as if two beams of light had pierced through the thick clouds, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart.

She quickly got up from the ground, knowing that she absolutely couldn't cause Han Fei any trouble at this moment.

Upon hearing Xiao You's reminder, Han Fei swung his knife and severed the hanged man's arm. Even after their bodies were separated, the hanged man's fingers still gripped the phone tightly and refused to let go.

"How come this thing is so hard to kill?" Xiao Jia shouted from behind, "Han Fei! Watch out behind you!"

The hanged ghost's soul was hacked to pieces by Han Fei, but with the help of the black mist, the wounds on the ghost's body not only began to heal, but some places even grew some deformed things that didn't look like human organs at all.

With a single stab, Han Fei pierced the hanged ghost's hand, grabbed the bloodstained phone, and immediately retreated.

"Let's get out of here!"

Faced with sudden resentment, Han Fei's ability to react in such a timely manner far surpasses that of ordinary people.

"Come on!"

The three of them ran downstairs together, but Xiao You brought bad news: "It seems this building is sealed off, and there's no way to leave normally."

As the three of them ran downstairs, they heard eerie sounds coming from Xiao You's room, as if someone were pulling all their bones apart and then putting them back together.

"Xiao You, have your mom call the landlord! Find out what happened in that room and why there's a hanged ghost there!" Han Fei was also anxious. He had just looked up and seen the hanged ghost, which had a great psychological impact on someone with amnesia.

While the hanged ghost was undergoing its transformation, Han Fei and his two companions had already reached the first floor. They tried various "lock-picking" methods, but they were unable to open the stairwell door. It felt as if the entire darkness was blocking the door from the outside, determined to trap them inside the building.

"No way!" Xiao Jia saw Han Fei starting to chop at the door and quickly tried to calm him down: "Did you hear those footsteps? I feel like there are more footsteps. Could that hanged ghost have grown a few more legs?"

"If we can't get out, then we can only confront him head-on." Han Fei's heart was pounding, but his mind remained calm: "There are so many residents in the building, there must be more than just him as a ghost. Last night we even saw a ghost being married off on the fifth floor. If all else fails, we'll lure it there!"

"But what if we get attacked by two 'ghosts' at the same time?" Xiao Jia asked with a wry smile. It was the first time he had ever heard of someone using such a method to deal with ghosts.

"If we face one, we'll die; if we face two, we'll still die. Thinking about it that way, don't you feel like we've gotten a good deal?"

Han Fei stopped wasting words and walked upstairs with his sword: "Besides the fifth floor, the room on the fourth floor where the TV is is also suspicious. When I passed by there just now, I felt a different kind of emotion."

"What emotion?" Xiao Jia followed closely behind Han Fei, now he could only cling to Han Fei's leg.

"It seems like nostalgia."

"Pregnant with what?" Xiao Jia could hardly believe her ears.

"How should I put it? For a moment, I felt like I was home."

(End of this chapter)