My Healing Games

Chapter 672 The Cursed Wedding
Everyone has their own past, and everyone has their own secrets. If a person is lucky enough, they will meet someone who is willing to share everything with them.

Whether it's sadness or joy, even a trivial matter can be enough for two people to chat about for a long time and laugh like idiots.

Han Fei, who had completely lost his memory, saw the past that the person had tried so hard to hide. The two of them had no secrets from each other, no more concealment, as if two blank sheets of paper had been pieced together, and could perfectly draw all the beauty in the dream.

"Is she Xu Qin? I think I'm seeing the side of her that she least wants people to see."

All the ghostly figures in the ancestral home disappeared, but the yin energy became several times stronger. No living person could live in this place for long; it was clearly a "ghost's" home.

The terrifying scene in his mind lingered in his mind for a long time, and Han Fei walked forward with the blood-red paper figure in his arms.

Strangely, even though he couldn't remember anything, Han Fei still didn't feel afraid when he saw that terrifying madwoman. When he looked into her eyes, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't feel any other emotions.

Blank wedding invitations were scattered on the floor, worn-out red ribbons hung on the wall, and a plate of wedding candy was placed on the table.

The third floor of this ancestral home has been decorated as a wedding room, and the homeowner has been waiting for someone.

Her wishes had been dashed many times, but this time her fate seemed to have changed.

"Do you think she might be trying to use my amnesia as an opportunity to see what kind of person I really am?"

Han Fei took off his shirt, took out a pen he had prepared from his backpack, and drew the symbols and incantations he had memorized in his room on the fifth floor onto his body.

A chilling wind blew, but Han Fei remained calm. This haunted house seemed much safer than his adoptive parents' home.

After finishing the upper body drawing, Han Fei took off his shoes and trousers. He picked up his brush and was about to draw the incantation all over his body when footsteps suddenly sounded in the stairwell.

"Han Fei! The white candles are all set up! Shall we light them now?" Panting, Xiao Jia ran upstairs and opened her eyes to see Han Fei sitting on the wedding bed, not yet dressed.

"This is part of the ceremony."

"I understand, I understand." Xiao Jia looked shocked and stepped back, not wanting to stay any longer. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Light all the candles, and then you all leave this building."

“Okay.” Xiao Jia nodded to Han Fei. Before, he only admired Han Fei’s courage, but now, for some reason, his gaze towards Han Fei was filled with respect.

Starting from the third floor, Xiao Jia used a lighter to light the white wax on the stairs one by one.

The flickering candlelight created a faint path in the darkness.

This path connects Yin and Yang, oscillating between the deeper world and reality.

Han Fei ignored Xiao Jia and focused on writing all the incantations all over his body.

Not understanding the meaning of those incantations, Han Fei simply copied them down from his memory. He wasn't sure if marrying a ghost would actually work, since the disfigured chef who lived on the fifth floor had tried many times without ever succeeding.

"It's time to start."

Looking out the window, Han Fei noticed that the white wax had already been lit at the crossroads, its faint light standing out starkly in the dark night.

To prevent attracting other things if he dragged it out any longer, Han Fei did not hesitate to arrange the various tools in his backpack, and then sat down on the edge of the bed next to the blood-red paper figure.

"The haunted house, the puppet, the red thread, the incantation—everything is ready. The only thing to worry about now is that I know nothing about her except her name and the past she has been hiding."

The disfigured chef and his wife had been in love for many years, their longing spanning life and death, their memories intertwined. Compared to the disfigured chef, Han Fei had no advantage whatsoever.

"If it's her, she'll probably come."

The path guiding the soul home has been laid out; now comes the most crucial step.

Han Fei pulled out the "Companion" and cut his palm, letting the blood soak the red rope.

Clutching the wound in his palm, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, his eyes bloodshot, and softly uttered two words.

"spiritualism!"

The yin energy flowing through the entire haunted house paused for a moment, then frantically converged towards Han Fei. Strands of blood appeared in Han Fei's eyes, severing his vision and the world he saw.

An invisible gate to the underworld appeared before him, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

The black curtain obscuring his memories shattered once more, and Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin's name!
He had lost all memories of her, but he had just seen the deepest despair hidden in her heart, and he saw the woman's most genuine and desperate appearance at the very beginning.

"Xu Qin!"

The image of that woman holding a dinner knife floated into his blank mind, her clothes soaked with blood. It was as if she were standing in the living room right now, staring at Han Fei across some kind of rule.

Blood vessels burst open, and waves washed over Han Fei's body. He smelled an overwhelming stench of blood, but he could see nothing in his eyes.

As the calls echoed, the windows of the ancestral home suddenly shattered, and the white wax placed at the crossroads went out abruptly!

The flickering candlelight began to go out from the intersection, and in the darkness, it seemed as if something was dragging the entire night along.

All the light was swallowed up, and the path leading to the soul, made of white wax, disappeared in sections. Then, the door on the first floor of the ancestral home was opened.

The sound of a door opening, footsteps, the candlelight in the stairwell mysteriously disappearing, and someone walking up the stairs!
The offering table on the second floor seemed to have been overturned by something, and the sound of bowls, chopsticks, and plates falling echoed, while the aroma of meat in the air grew even stronger.

As the yin energy reached its peak, a huge, pale hand grabbed the third-floor stair railing. A red veil appeared at the end of the stairs, and a bride dressed in a wedding gown, nearly three meters tall, walked towards Han Fei.

Her towering figure touched the roof, and silver soul bells were bound to her hands and feet, making a sound that unsettled people with every step she took.

Stepping on the dusty invitation, the bride stopped in front of Han Fei. She bent down and extended her face, covered by a red veil, toward Han Fei.

The two sides were very close, and the bride seemed to meet all the conditions. The blood-red paper figure did not resist. It seemed that as long as the bride's veil was lifted and the final words of the soul-returning mantra were recited, the ritual of marrying the ghost could be completed.

Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei slowly raised his hand, which was tied with a red ribbon, but he stopped just before touching the red veil.

"You are not her."

Even without his memories, Han Fei was still certain that he didn't know what a living person looked like after turning into a ghost, nor did he know what Xu Qin looked like now, but he just felt that the bride in front of him was not Xu Qin.

The giant demon paused in front of Han Fei for a moment. Her face, covered by a red veil, slowly turned back, but at that moment her thick arm suddenly rose up, and her pale hand, which was larger than Han Fei's head, went straight for Han Fei's heart!
Han Fei swung his sword to block, and the blade collided with the giant demon's palm. The giant demon's fingernails dug wounds into his chest, and some small insects carrying soul poison burrowed into Han Fei's blood vessels. However, after a moment, all the poisonous insects were poisoned to death and fell out mixed in with Han Fei's blood.

One drop, two drops...

Han Fei's blood fell on the ground of the ancestral home, into the pool of blood where that woman had once stood.

The sound of chopping meat rang out again, the aroma of meat filled the air, and the eerie atmosphere that had permeated the building dissipated. All the double happiness characters began to bleed.

A dark curse crawls out from the photos of the victims, echoing the despair left in the ancestral home.

The troll bride stumbled backward, sensing an extremely evil aura.

The photos in the handbag were inexplicably torn to shreds, and curses were woven into the despair of the ancestral home. Their figures were imprinted in the despair, constantly changing shape, until the giant ghost bride swung her claws again, and five slender fingers emerged from the dark curse!

She grasped the giant's hand, and a cruel and domineering curse instantly crawled all over the bride's body, tormenting her to the point of utter destruction in the blink of an eye.

“I may not be his bride, but that’s not your turn either.”

The woman, shrouded in curses and despair, slowly turned around. Her body was covered in wounds, not a single patch of unscathed flesh. Scars had appeared on her once exquisite face, as if they might vanish at any moment.

"Xu Qin?"

Han Fei looked at the woman in the curse. She was almost completely integrated with the curse, as if she had even abandoned her soul.

"You are the person I remember? But I feel like it shouldn't be like this." Han Fei pressed his head hard, his brain stinging from an inexplicable emotion.

“My body was torn apart, my bones were crushed, and my remnant soul was pierced by thirteen kitchen knives. I have died ninety-nine times in total…” The cursed woman turned around, her boundless killing intent and hatred impacting the walls of the ancestral home. Her face, which was still full of deadly charm even though it was slashed, was close to Han Fei. Her eyes, which were full of curses, shone with a different light: “But I don’t mind dying one more time for you.”

(End of this chapter)