My Healing Games

Chapter 676 Kill It
"The child you raised?" The boy sleeping soundly in F's arms was Fu Tian. F, who had the ability to foresee the future, arrived here before Han Fei, ready to take the child away.

"The fact that you can ask such a question shows that your ability to foresee the future isn't as terrifying as I imagined." Han Fei stood in the middle of the road, completely unconcerned about how many people were in front of him. "When I figured some things out, you reacted, but you can probably only see the trend of fate and know some key moments, but you can't accurately predict everything that will happen in the future."

After Han Fei discovered the game's Easter egg, his fate took a turn for the worse. F acted as if he was trying to salvage the situation, which resulted in him and Han Fei meeting face to face in a dilapidated neighborhood.

"What I see with my own eyes is the future; everything is already destined." F wore a mask, so no one could see his expression, but his tone was incredibly firm.

"Why do you say that? Is it because the ninety-nine futures you saw before all came true?" Han Fei glanced at his arm, which was covered with ninety-nine wounds: "Never be too confident in your own abilities and talents. The future you see may just be an option that others have given up."

With a red rope wrapped around his fingertips, Han Fei walked forward. As he approached alone, all the players were on high alert.

"Don't go any further! We're all participants in this game, we shouldn't become enemies!" Qianye, dressed in casual clothes, stepped forward with his knife. He was F's right-hand man and, besides F, the strongest in terms of combat ability among this group of players.

Han Fei had already discovered during his previous encounter with Number Eleven that Qianye's physical abilities were different from those of ordinary people, and that he seemed to have undergone some modifications by F.

When Qianye is threatened, tattoo-like runes will faintly appear on his body, which seem to be marks that F carved into his flesh with a black knife.

"I have never considered you as enemies; it is you who have driven me to the brink of despair." Han Fei emerged from the darkness, holding a red rope. As he passed by, all the streetlights dimmed, their light distorted by a curse, exuding an extreme evil and danger.

"The black knife is mine, that child is mine, and even these players should stand behind me. You've stolen too much from me, and you think you can replace me now?"

Han Fei, like a rational madman, walked forward step by step in a black suit.

"How did you become like this after just one day and one night?" Qianye was secretly shocked. He knew about some of the things F had done to Han Fei, but he had always thought F was making a mountain out of a molehill. Now he realized that he had been too naive. In a real fight, he probably wouldn't even last a minute.

"The first rays of dawn are about to arrive. Are you sure you want to break ties with me at this time?" F handed the child in his arms to the player next to him and held the black butcher knife in his hand.

"Can't you predict the future? How come you don't even know the answer to such a simple question?" Han Fei kept walking forward, as if nothing in the world could stop him.

He was alone, yet he seemed to carry all the darkness within him, like a surging undercurrent.

F frowned. As Han Fei approached, the black knife in his hand trembled and shrieked excitedly, like a prodigal son finally seeing his parents.

“Our real enemy is Paradise. If you insist on internal strife, I can grant your wish.” F grabbed the black knife that was about to go out of control and stabbed it through his own palm. Blood poured into the black blade, and the cry from the blade instantly turned into a wail, like a bucket of boiling iron being poured into his chest.

The black blade instantly expanded, and a blood-red eye opened on the blade!
The screams from the hilt were suppressed. After the blade devoured F's blood, it seemed to break free of its seal, and the deepest darkness and chilling killing intent emanated from it.

The blade of that black knife was actually a ghost!

"No wonder it can devour other ghosts and absorb blood and life force." Han Fei saw F's reliance, but he still did not stop. After the evil spirit on the black knife appeared, he became even more certain of his guess.

The black knife in F's hand was pieced together; the blade was a ferocious ghost filled with murderous intent, while the hilt was formed by the condensation of numerous individual consciousnesses.

A single consciousness is weak, but when they come together, no one can completely devour or assimilate them.

"The ghost on the blade is full of malice towards me, and the voice calling to me comes from the hilt of the blade." Han Fei originally only wanted to see the mother and child, but since he had encountered F, he didn't mind making a move ahead of time, releasing the curse here, and killing F as soon as possible.

The longer it drags on, the stronger F will become, because he can foresee the future, and time is on his side.

"I don't know what you did to that laughing soul that he would want to kill you so much. But it doesn't matter. There are countless people with the surname Fu in the city. I'll only kill you. Let him kill the rest." Blood began to flow from the wound on Han Fei's arm. It seemed that every person with the surname Fu in the city, except for the paper craftsman, had killed him. Now he was ready to pay back those blood debts.

Neither side would back down, both preparing to unleash their hidden trump cards. The curse and the killing intent from the black blade collided, draining away the surrounding yin energy. This bizarre scene also attracted other things.

The ground trembled slightly, and the game participants in the community suddenly realized that the moonlight above their heads had been blocked, and a chilling aura seemed to entwine around everyone's hearts like hooks.

Looking up, a huge face peeked out from behind the building. Next to the building where Fu Tian lived, stood a three-story-tall rag doll.

The doll appeared silently, wearing an old dress covered in stains, with a large patch of skin cut off its face, and an eyeball hanging loosely next to its mouth, which it could lick with its tongue.

"Oh no! It's malicious!" Qianye shouted a warning to the players around him, as they seemed to have encountered these things before.

"Malice?" Han Fei looked at the monsters by the building. The malice that the players were talking about should be the evil spirits that were not under the control of the Paradise. They were filled with the most primal evil of mankind and accumulated countless negative emotions. Each one was extremely terrifying.

"Han Fei!" Li Guo'er ran out of the car: "Let's retreat for now. We can't fight these things. Even Paradise couldn't kill them in the dark."

"These evil spirits, which are not under the control of Paradise, seem to have no consciousness of their own. They are like aggregates of negative emotions. Is this how the first demons grew out of despair?" Countless resentments accumulated together, crushing and devouring each other, eventually forming a bizarre symbiotic state.

“There are many kinds of evil spirits, and each one looks very different. They may be the closest to the first generation of evil spirits, but they are probably not the first generation of evil spirits you are looking for.” Li Guo’er spoke very quickly. She was very worried about Han Fei: “We should get away from it as soon as possible. If we don’t leave now, it may be too late.”

"There's not much time left until dawn. Go back and drive, I'll go and rescue them." Han Fei wasn't discussing this with Li Guo'er. As soon as he finished speaking, he accelerated and rushed towards F.

"Han Fei!"

As Li Guo'er screamed, all the players also heard Han Fei's name, and some of them felt that the name was familiar.

"Don't huddle together! Spread out!" Qianye commanded the players to deal with the evil spirits, but Han Fei and F gathered around the sleeping child.

Their area had the strongest Yin energy, which attracted the evil spirits that hunted living people and game participants everywhere.

The enormous body moved forward, the rag doll's skirt trailing on the ground. Only when you got closer did you realize that the skirt was actually made from pieces of clothing, and it was covered with all sorts of strange smells.

"Hahahaha……"

The eyes on its cheeks darted back and forth, and the rag doll reached out towards F, who had the most yin energy. Its arms were covered with filthy words, and this toy seemed to be hated by everyone. It felt like its whole life was spent being constantly discarded.

F can predict the future, but he is clearly not as lucky as Han Fei. Among so many people present, the doll just happened to target him.

If Chao Hanfei swings his sword, he can stop Hanfei from moving forward, but he will be grabbed by the rag doll, and the player holding Fu Tian behind him may also be attacked.

Without much thought, F swung the first knife at the rag doll's enormous hand.

The blade that had drunk F's blood transformed into a gigantic night demon. The aura emanating from that monster was no weaker than that of Xu Qin, who had emerged from the curse. However, unlike Xu Qin, who had sacrificed herself to help Han Fei, the demon that the black blade had transformed into needed to devour F's blood before it would attack.

To protect the boy behind him, F made his choice. After slashing out at the ferocious demon in the black blade, he gripped the hilt of the sword that kept trying to break free from his grasp, turned around, and didn't stop for a moment.

"go!"

The rag doll's enormous hand hovered a meter above F's head. A few seconds later, the hand was torn apart by a tremendous force. Inside the rag was not cotton, but rotting corpses!
After slashing out with its blade, the murderous demon twisted the rag doll's left arm to shreds. The doll danced wildly in the flesh and blood, and just as it was about to lose control, its lower half, embedded in the hilt of the knife, was pierced by a pure white light. That light, so rare in the darkness, seemed to nail its lower half to the hilt of the knife.

The demon roared in frustration and tried to retreat, but how could the rag doll, which had lost its left arm, let it go so easily?

"Hee hee hee……"

A chilling laugh rang out, and the rag doll's remaining eyeballs darted around rapidly. The simple stitches on its body slowly came undone, revealing something terrifying inside the rag doll made from the deceased's clothes.

"Idiot! Come back!" F roared at the demon, but it was too late.

Veins burst forth from the rag doll's body, launching indiscriminate area attacks that sealed off several nearby buildings in the blink of an eye, creating a red cage made of blood vessels.

The ferocious demon in the black knife was the first to be targeted. Its body was pierced by multiple blood vessels, but the injury did not frighten it. Instead, it aroused its ferocity.

It bites down on blood vessels with its gaping maw; the ferocious demon devours everything, seemingly able to digest anything. The more it eats, the stronger it becomes.

If there were only one rag doll in the neighborhood, F wouldn't bother to restrain the evil spirit, but the problem is that Han Fei, who carries a curse, is about to arrive.

"I erased her memory so many times, how could there still be any left? Did I not kill her even if I killed her ninety-nine times?"

The eyes beneath F's mask are extremely cold. He can give up one-fifth of his blood to protect a boy, and he will kill a person ninety-nine times by any means necessary to complete his plan.

Because of his special childhood experiences and upbringing, F is a person with an extremely complex personality, and cannot be simply defined as good or bad.

It can only be said that at this moment, in Han Fei's eyes, he was a target that had to be killed.

"I know you have special abilities, and I may not be able to kill you here, but if you don't give me that black knife, I will use all my strength to kill that boy!" A curse burned in his eyes, and Han Fei's face was filled with murderous intent. Anyone who heard such words would be terrified, and it would be impossible to tell whether this was an act or if he really had this idea.

The black knife is key to F's killing of the ghost. Losing the black knife is tantamount to handing over the chance to fight back. But if the black knife is not handed over, the boy will be killed as soon as he touches the curse!

Han Fei was not joking; he had many ways to kill the boy, and in this situation, F was powerless to protect the child.

"You're really ruthless." F's voice came from behind the mask. He and Han Fei were evenly matched in physical strength, and the two seemed to be of the same level and attributes. However, he had consumed a lot of blood in order to unleash that slash, and his condition was very poor at the moment.

"The choice is yours." Han Fei and F were getting closer and closer. At this moment, F had not yet sheathed the black dagger, and his blood-covered hands could no longer even grip the hilt of the butcher's knife.

If this continues, he may be unable to protect the boy and lose the black knife as well.

His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, were bloodshot, and at that moment they bore a striking resemblance to those of the ferocious ghost.

"Han Fei, your fate is already sealed. I will wait for you in the future I foresee."

In the end, F made a decision: he abandoned the player holding the boy and left alone in the other direction.

"F?!" The player holding the boy was Ah Chong. This was the second time he had been abandoned by F, and the disappointment on his face was impossible to hide.

"That's really decisive." By the time Ah Chong reacted, Han Fei had already stopped behind him.

From what Han Fei had just said, it seemed he was planning to kill the boy directly.

After hesitating for a moment, Ah Chong pushed the boy behind him, drew a sharp knife, and stood in front of the boy to protect him.

"Do you want to fight me?" Han Fei just smiled. "Protect that child and don't let him run around. I won't hurt you."

The devil's voice came from behind the mask, carrying an indescribable magic.

Ah Chong almost thought he had misheard. One second he was in hell, the next he was in heaven: "You're not going to kill us?"

"That's my child, how could I possibly hurt him?"

Pulling the red string between his fingers, Han Fei looked at the rag doll that was still relentlessly chasing down other players.

He took out Xiao Jia's phone and glanced at the time it was still moving: "It's almost dawn. If this rag doll doesn't move soon, we might be able to give it a try."

"What do you want to try?" Ah Chong hugged the boy, not daring to get too close to Han Fei.

“Try something I’ve wanted to do since the beginning.” Countless curses crawled up Han Fei’s body, making the smile on his mask look particularly cruel: “Kill it.”

(End of this chapter)