My Healing Games

Chapter 668 Han Fei Marries a Ghost
"go!"

Xiao You's mother's phone rang, and the woman covered in blood grabbed Xiao You and dragged her outside.

The vengeful ghost appeared, and the situation had become extremely critical. Xiao You and Xiao Jia quickly grabbed Han Fei, who was still deep in thought.

"Get out of here first!"

The sound of the soul bell on the door frame was unsettling. All three of them heard the sound of the stairwell door being hit by an external force, indicating that something was trying to get in from outside the building!

"Quick!"

As Xiao You and the others stepped out of the room, the door to the stairwell on the first floor was also completely smashed open!

Looking down through the gap in the middle of the stair railing, a crimson stain almost instantly spread across the first floor of the apartment building.

It was moving so fast that it was impossible to see what it was; all that was known was that everything in its path was stained blood red.

"It's coming!"

No one knew what it was, and the oppressive sense of terror that pressed in layer upon layer filled Xiao You's mother with immense fear.

"Go to the seventh floor! Its target seems to be the room where the paper figure is!"

The Soul Bell kept ringing, serving as both a warning and an attraction to unknown monsters.

The three ran downstairs to the sound of the soul bell; they had no other choice.

They rushed to the eighth floor, to the corner between the eighth and seventh floors, and by then the blood-red color had spread to the fourth floor!

"Come inside!"

Running forward, Xiao You's mother pulled Xiao You back to the seventh floor first, followed by Xiao Jia with her bag, and Han Fei ran at the very back.

He strode into the house and gently closed the open door behind him.

Just as he closed the door, blood spread across the seventh floor, and strange sounds came from the door, like countless millipedes crawling by, or like fingers growing out of the cracks.

You don't even need to see it; just hearing the sound is terrifying.

The three hid on the seventh floor, barely daring to breathe. They were now very grateful that the blood-red monster hadn't targeted them.

If he were to face something so terrifying inside the apartment building, Han Fei couldn't imagine how he could possibly survive.

"Is it gone?" Xiao Jia asked softly, only to be met with stern looks from Han Fei and Xiao You's mother.

Stared at by both a human and a ghost, Xiao Jia shrank back. To his surprise, Han Fei's gaze, which he had inadvertently revealed, was even more frightening than that of the vengeful ghost.

Knowing better than to move, Xiao Jia shut his mouth and remained in his position, not daring to move at all.

A dozen seconds later, the sound of impact, chewing, and paper figures being torn apart came from the ninth floor. The old man living on the ninth floor seemed to have already guessed what was going on and had taken refuge in his bedroom in advance.

After a long time, the Soul Bell stopped ringing, and the oppressive aura slowly faded away.

Han Fei slowly got up, peered through the peephole, and as the blood tide receded, he vaguely saw a person enveloped in blood.

The person was covered in wounds, and smiling faces appeared in all the wounds. It seemed to have no legs, and its lower body had turned into a tide of blood.

This monster was unlike any of the monsters Han Fei had encountered before. Han Fei did not sense any resentment or yin energy from it. It was not the same kind of ghost as the boy's corpse or the hanged ghost, nor was it the same as the aura emanating from the clown. It seemed to be something that had grown out of this despairing world itself.

"If we leave people's despair unchecked, it will only lead to deeper despair..."

The monster seemed to sense something; it slowed its descent, turned its head to look, and Han Fei quickly dodged.

"Wow, that's incredibly sharp! It can even detect a gaze?"

Han Fei covered his mouth and nose. If he made any sound at this moment, the monster might come in!
Many horror movies have similar scenes where the devil is about to leave, but a supporting character accidentally knocks over a bottle.

To prevent such a thing from happening, Han Fei controlled every muscle in his body, making himself completely still.

Seeing Han Fei's wariness, Xiao You and Xiao Jia dared not ask him anything.

A full fifteen minutes passed, and there was no sound in the hallway. Han Fei then took a deep breath and looked towards the door again.

As Han Fei slowly brought his eyes closer to the peephole, he saw a murky black and white eye peering into the house through the peephole!
"It didn't leave!"

Cold sweat instantly poured out, and Han Fei's body stiffened. He simply had no ability to face such a terrifying monster.

After a brief pause, Han Fei suddenly realized something. With that monster's abilities, he might have been killed the moment he saw it. That guy wouldn't give him any time to be scared unless it wanted to play with him some more.

"How is it? Is it gone?" Xiao Jia asked, noticing Han Fei's strange expression and immediately having a bad feeling: "Is it still there?"

"I'm not sure either." Han Fei held onto his companion, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly opened the door to the seventh-floor room.

A cold, damp wind, carrying a slight fishy smell, rushed into the room.

The three of them stepped back and saw a life-sized wooden puppet standing at the doorway.

The male puppet is dressed in a chef's uniform, holding a thick-backed cleaver for chopping bones. His face has been burned by fire, leaving only two cloudy, glass-bead-like eyeballs.

"When did this thing arrive?"

The stairwell has returned to normal, but the cracks in the walls have increased again. The blood-red monster has left, but unexpectedly, there is another strange thing at the doorstep.

“He looks a bit like the man we met on the fifth floor during the day,” Xiao Jia reminded him. “The man who married the ghost on the fifth floor was also a chef, and his face was disfigured by the fire. His height and build are similar to this puppet.”

"The question is, why is it here?" Han Fei stared at the kitchen knife in the other person's hand. He slowly approached and tried to take the knife off, but it was as if the knife was grown into the puppet and could not be removed at all.

"How eerie! In reality, a disfigured man made a wooden puppet for his wife to summon her soul and marry her off to a ghost. After dark, a puppet that looks almost exactly like him runs around with a kitchen knife." Xiao Jia was a little scared. He didn't dare to look directly into the puppet's eyes, and he didn't dare to walk next to the puppet, for fear that the puppet would slash him with a knife at any moment.

After a brief standoff, Han Fei realized that the puppet hadn't moved and decided he couldn't stay there any longer.

“The paper craftsman is right, we have more important things to do.”

Han Fei was the first to walk past the puppet. He wanted to go back to the ninth floor to check if the paper craftsman was safe. But as soon as he arrived on the ninth floor, the soul bell rang softly again. It seemed that the three of them, as living people, could not approach the ninth floor at will.

"That blood-red monster probably hasn't gone far yet, maybe we should just let it go," Xiao Jia advised. "That old man is a lucky man, he's lived here for so long, his experience in dealing with danger is definitely more than ours. Let's do as he says and leave quickly. There's an old saying, 'Those who don't listen to the advice of the elders will suffer the consequences.'"

Xiao Jia was terrified, and Han Fei didn't insist. When the three of them returned to the seventh floor, the chef puppet was still standing in the same spot, maintaining its previous posture.

"This puppet looks really eerie. I'm so afraid it'll suddenly rush over and stab me." Xiao Jia hid behind Han Fei and Xiao You.

"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll get into trouble." Han Fei led the team to the fifth floor, where Xiao You, who was holding her mother's phone, suddenly stopped.

"what happened to you?"

"I remember dropping my phone here, but I can't find it now." Xiao You looked at the empty hallway, feeling a little strange.

Xiao Jia, on the other hand, didn't seem to care: "Are you trying to find a lost sword by marking the boat? With so many terrifying things passing by just now, your phone was probably taken somewhere else by now."

"I just feel it's a real shame. There are so many photos and videos of me and my mom in there." Xiao You said with a hint of disappointment. She gripped her mother's phone tightly and secretly vowed never to lose it again. "It's okay, let's go."

She kept saying it was okay, but Xiao You kept looking around, trying to find her phone.

As she passed the fifth floor, her gaze swept over a certain room, and her eyelids suddenly twitched.

"what?"

Raising her arm, Xiao You pointed into the room with a look of astonishment: "Look at that puppet in the wedding dress!"

Han Fei and Xiao Jia also stopped, and the three of them looked into the house.

In the mourning hall, which had been decorated as a wedding room, there was a dining table laden with all sorts of meats and dishes, and the female puppet dressed in a wedding gown sat beside the table.

It was dressed very elaborately, its whole body wrapped in red thread, its wooden left hand resting on the table, and its blood-stained right hand holding Xiao You's cell phone.

"Did the puppet pick up my phone?"

The puppets were made to look very human, which made them look extremely awkward and terrifying.

The three of them stopped in place. After a moment, Xiao You walked towards the room on the fifth floor: "My phone contains memories of me and my mother. I'm going to get it back."

"I'll go instead," Han Fei stopped Xiao You. "I want to see what that puppet is and figure out the principle behind marrying a ghost."

Holding the tattered, blood-red paper figure, Han Fei grasped the companion in his other hand and stepped into the house, stepping on the white "囍" character on the ground.

He had only taken a few steps when Han Fei's ears twitched. His senses, far exceeding those of ordinary people, detected very light footsteps.

Turning his head, Han Fei's pupils constricted, and he shouted, "Watch out!"

Xiao Jia and Xiao You belatedly noticed and glanced behind them. The chef puppet with the charred face had silently moved behind Xiao Jia.

It stood on the steps, its tall body casting a shadow, and its huge cleaver was raised high, as if it would chop down on Xiao Jia's neck at any moment!

"I go!"

Staring at the sharp blade, Xiao Jia's legs went weak instantly. Everything happened so suddenly that he was completely unprepared and was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

While the three of them were focused on the chef puppet outside the door, Han Fei suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. When he came to his senses, he realized that the wedding dress puppet that had been sitting next to the dining table was now standing in front of him.

The wedding dress puppet held chopsticks in its left hand. When Han Fei turned around, the chopsticks stopped right next to his temple.

The puppet's face was only a few centimeters away from Han Fei, and Han Fei could clearly see the exquisite makeup on its face.

"They look just like real people, as if human faces have grown out of the wood." Han Fei stared intently at the puppet, not daring to move his gaze: "You two, pay attention! It seems that as long as we keep an eye on it, it won't make any unusual movements. We must make sure they are always in our sight."

After reminding Xiao Jia and Xiao You, Han Fei reached out and grabbed the phone from the puppet's right hand. The wedding dress puppet did not resist; when it was being watched, it seemed to be just an ordinary puppet.

Having easily obtained the phone, Han Fei instructed Xiao Jia to keep an eye on the woman in the wedding dress, while he himself seized the opportunity to explore the room.

"If the residents on the fifth floor can marry ghosts, then I should be able to too. If I learn this ritual, maybe I can find the person I lost!"

The paper craftsman once said that people who believe in ghosts and gods and perform rituals are dangerous, but Han Fei didn't care about these things. He didn't belong to any of those five types of people, nor did he favor any side. He only did what he believed was right.

"It feels like this puppet couple is playing a puppet show." Xiao You stared at the chef puppet outside the door, Xiao Jia timidly stared at the wedding dress puppet, while Han Fei quickly searched the room.

The rituals for marrying off a ghost in a yin house and the rituals for marrying off a ghost in a yang house correspond to each other. Many of the things that the disfigured chef prepared in reality are also available here.

"Has the chef succeeded? After dark, will he enter the male puppet's body and reunite with his deceased wife in the underworld?"

When Han Fei went to the fifth floor during the day, the wedding dress puppet was hidden under the quilt, its whole body covered by a thick quilt, and it could not get any sunlight.

After nightfall, Han Fei entered the bedroom again and saw the man he had met during the day lying naked on the double bed, his body covered with all sorts of strange symbols.

"Is the chef the one controlling the male puppet now?"

Staring at the symbols on the man's body, Han Fei used his abnormal memory to memorize them all, planning to try them on himself after he left.

"Han Fei? Is he done? I can't take it anymore! I have a feeling this puppet is going to kill me at any moment!"

"Hold on a little longer." After memorizing the symbols and words, Han Fei looked at the head of the bed again, where the huge wedding photo was covered with a black cloth.

"I find wedding photos strange during the day, I wonder what they will look like at night."

Han Fei reached out and removed the black cloth. The wedding photo no longer showed any human figures, only two huge bloody holes.

"The person in the photo has come out?"

Moving the photo frame, a piece of yellow paper fell out, detailing the process of summoning a soul and marrying a ghost.

"Marrying a ghost requires using each other's memories as a bridge, and involves three steps: guiding the soul, summoning the soul, and returning the soul. It also requires obtaining an important item from the deceased's life as a medium..."

After reading it, Han Fei thought of many things.

"The medium for the chef to marry a ghost and summon a spirit should be this wedding photo they took together. My medium..." Han Fei looked down at the blood-red paper figure in his hand. He felt that everything was carefully arranged: "That woman taught the chef how to marry a ghost, and I happened to come here and witness everything, and I also obtained the paper figure, which just happened to meet the most basic conditions for holding the ceremony."

What seemed like a coincidence was actually an opportunity earned through countless deaths. Han Fei gently grasped the paper figure's body and silently murmured that name.

(End of this chapter)