My Healing Games

Chapter 667, Player Number 0000, please note

“If we completely block them, won’t their last escape route be cut off? Their obsessions will never be resolved, and they will never be able to find liberation.” Han Fei’s way of thinking was strange. His first thought was not how he should get away, but rather from the perspective of the “ghosts.”

“Even without blocking them, do you think those ghosts will just give up? Most people in this world are irrational, and despair is an emotion that keeps spreading. If the connection between the Deep World and this city isn’t completely severed, tragedies like yours, who have strayed into the Deep World, will continue to happen.” The old man drew blood-red eyes on the paper figures: “Haven’t you three felt enough despair? If it weren’t for fear and dread, why were you in such a hurry to leave?”

“If you keep injecting despair and negative emotions, ghosts that no one can imagine will definitely appear in the deep world you mentioned. At that time, this city will probably face a real disaster.” Han Fei still insisted on his idea: “You should know one thing better than me: they were once human too, and maybe your family members are among them.”

The old man lost control of his strength and pierced the paper figure's eye. After a moment's pause, he looked up at Han Fei and said, "You are just an exception. For most people, the better option is to completely blockade them."

"not necessarily."

“Those two people next to you are your companions. You can ask them what they think.” The old man changed his grip on the pen and began searching for scraps of paper, trying to repair the paper figure’s eyes.

"If the price of complete severance is never seeing my mother again, then I will not agree." Xiao You held her mother's phone. Although she was on the verge of a mental breakdown and covered in injuries, she still spoke resolutely.

"I..." Xiao Jia had always lived alone, and he seemed to have remembered something, so he didn't speak immediately.

The three people entered the ghost realm, but the three living people seemed to disagree with the old man's views, which was something the old man had not expected.

"It's normal to not be able to forget the past, but if a person wants to move forward, they should learn to let go..."

"So, have you let go of it yourself?" Han Fei sat down in front of the old man. "Those people surnamed Fu all seem to want to kill me, but you are different. If you really have let go, then you shouldn't be here."

The old man buried himself in repairing the paper figure's eyes, ignoring Han Fei.

"If you're unwilling to reveal my past, then can you tell me who you really are? They all share the surname Fu, but you're the only one who told me your full name. You're different from them; you should be the only voice in your own heart that questions yourself!" Han Fei was extremely surprised when he finished speaking. It was as if those words had been held back for a long time, finally finding an opportunity to be uttered after countless cycles of life and death.

"I'm just a paper craftsman, it's not as complicated as you think." The old man spent a long time mending the paper figure, but still couldn't fix the eyes. "It seems that things that don't belong to me, I really can't force."

He casually tossed the paper figure onto the trash heap by the door, then propped himself up on his chair: “You haven’t experienced real fear and despair, which is why you have such thoughts. Completely severing the deep world from reality is indeed a mistake. If possible, I would rather completely destroy the deep world, so that despair has no chance to take root and sprout.”

The old man suddenly started coughing violently. Han Fei tried to approach him, but the old man waved his hand and said, "Stay in the city and take a look. Look at the past, look at the future, look at your own heart. I look forward to your choice."

"what do you mean?"

"The reason for everything lies in this city. Try to live on. I hope you won't let down my last bit of persistence and kindness."

The soul bell at the door jingled. The old man seemed to have said something taboo, and his face turned even paler. He waved to interrupt Han Fei, who was about to interject, and continued as if in a hurry: "In this city, you must be careful of five types of people. One is the person with the surname Fu, one is the person who laughs wildly, one is the person from Paradise, one is the person who believes in ghosts and gods and various rituals, and the last type is the person who loves you."

"The person who loves me?"

“The man surnamed Fu wants to kill you, the man who laughs wildly wants to possess you, the people of Paradise will hunt down all players who break the rules, the guys who believe in ghosts and gods will use you as a sacrifice, and the people who love you are all deceiving you, because there is no one in this city who loves you.” The old man coughed more and more violently: “Deep in Paradise there are two exits, one leads to the way out, and the other leads to it.”

"It?" Han Fei sensed that the old man was in very poor condition; his body looked even older as he spoke these words.

"Don't ask too many questions, some things are best left unsaid." The old man covered the blood at the corner of his mouth and hurriedly walked into the inner room.

Before closing the bedroom door, he turned back and pointed to the garbage heap: "Since we're meeting for the first time, you can pick something out of my shop that might just change your miserable situation."

The old man hurriedly made his escape, leaving Han Fei and the other two standing inside the house.

The constantly ringing soul bell was quite frightening, and the three living people were somewhat uneasy.

"I feel like something's coming! Let's hide quickly!" Xiao Jia urged.

"Wait a moment." Han Fei thought about the old man's last words: "It's really strange. When I first met him, he seemed to have given me something, and it was that thing that completely changed me."

"Brother! Stop worrying! How about we hide in the pile of paper figures?" Xiao Jia casually picked up the huge paper figure with a human head as its spine: "How about we take the biggest one? It'll look impressive when we burn it, and it'll be unique in appearance. Even the King of Hell would probably shake his head when he sees it."

"He was referring to the garbage dump." Han Fei came to the door and picked up the paper figure that the old man had spent half a day repairing and then finally threw away. The paper figure was blood red and had only one eye: "I have a feeling that he deliberately kept it for me."

Countless people with the surname Fu in the city wanted to kill Han Fei, but this paper craftsman who lived at the intersection of Yin and Yang was different. Han Fei didn't know whether he came here because of fate or because of a preordained arrangement.

Taking out the eye, Han Fei placed it on the paper figure's face. The moment they touched, the discarded paper figure seemed to come alive. Its hands bloomed like flowers, cracks spread from top to bottom, and pieces of red paper scattered. The paper figure's body, pieced back together, slowly changed shape.

It was no longer a curled-up child, but a woman with severe physical disabilities.

The woman's body was covered in wounds, thirteen of which were so gruesome that she appeared to have been completely dismembered.

Holding the shattered, blood-red paper figure in his hands, Han Fei slowly turned its body over. A slip of paper fell out, on which was written—"The first time I met you."

"who is she?"

As soon as this question entered Han Fei's mind, the Soul Bell rang urgently as if it were a death knell. All the paper figures in the room seemed to be looking at Han Fei, and the writing on them was rapidly disappearing.

"you?"

Those elusive words kept surfacing and disappearing in Han Fei's mind, each sentence corresponding to the face of a paper figure.

Han Fei couldn't remember all their names, but he didn't want to be separated from them again; he knew these people were very important to him.

A sharp pain shot through his brain. Han Fei gritted his teeth and stood still. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of losing his memory.

Veins bulged on his face and arms, and his gums bled from biting them. The images of all the paper figures and the corresponding words on them kept flashing through his mind, repeatedly assaulting the black curtain that sealed his memories.

After countless attempts, Han Fei suddenly opened his eyes. He stared intently at the blood-red paper figure in his palm, and unconsciously uttered a name.

"Xu Qin?"

The deep lock in his mind loosened, and Han Fei's eyes turned bloodshot. The impact of this name on him far exceeded his own imagination.

"So there really was such a name. Forgetting her is even more painful than forgetting myself."

Sitting on the wooden chair where the old man had sat before, a clear gap appeared in the black curtain that had sealed his memories in Han Fei's mind, and that gap was the name Xu Qin.

As he thought of Xu Qin, Han Fei finally heard that faint, cold voice deep in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have reached stage four."

"Who's speaking? Is there another person in my head? What is Stage Four?"

Han Fei had no recollection of that cold, unfamiliar voice, nor did he know who he had awakened: "Could it be that I must go through different stages before I can reach the end?"

"Han Fei! Wake up!"

Xiao You was very anxious. Her mother's phone kept vibrating, as if something terrifying was about to come, and even ghosts were starting to feel scared.

(End of this chapter)