My Healing Games

Chapter 679 The Path I Chose
Is the Deep World a ghost? Is it the first ghost that the Mad Laughing Man spoke of? Han Fei couldn't verify these things for the time being. He felt like he was standing blindfolded in a huge maze, relying on subtle sounds to determine his direction and explore forward.

"When a person dies, the body decomposes and the soul dissipates. If we consider the entire city as a person, the city during the day is the decaying flesh, and the deep world of despair at night is the slowly dissipating soul."

As Han Fei pondered, the large-headed baby inside the doll opened and closed its mouth rapidly, black blood mixed with curses gushing from its throat, and all the blood vessels in its body were shrinking.

"Help me, help me! I don't want to die, I don't want to die inside this baby's belly!" The big-headed baby cried for help with his last bit of strength. His father couldn't bear it, and even though he had become a monster, he still slowly walked forward.

"Don't go over there." Han Fei held the sharp knife in front of the man.

"But he is my son."

"That's still your daughter." Han Fei's voice remained icy: "Now it's time to make a choice again. If you can only keep one child, would you choose the ghost with the son's body, or the son trapped inside the ghost's belly?"

"I..." The middle-aged man clenched his fists and knelt down in front of his son's body: "I'm sorry, I've already lost my daughter, and I don't want to lose my son too. If you can save him, please save the son who is trapped in the ghost's belly."

My sister was abandoned by her father again. From birth to death, and up to the present, her fate seems to be entirely composed of being abandoned.

Just as his father made his choice, the long-haired son laughed. A beautiful smile appeared on his handsome face. Gradually, the smile began to distort, and his eyes bulged outwards as if they were about to bleed!

"Hahahaha!"

A shrill, high-pitched laugh came from the boy's mouth, but it was clearly a girl's voice.

"You're really pitiful. Even though you got a human body, you were still abandoned by the people closest to you." Han Fei's words were also very hurtful to the ghost: "The feelings and bonds between people are hard to replace. You only have hatred in your eyes, so you probably can't understand these things yet."

Han Fei walked forward, holding the red rope: "If there is a next life, I hope you can live a happy and fulfilling life."

The boy standing in the corner had an extremely terrifying expression. The hatred of being abandoned time and time again gathered in his eyes. His bones made cracking sounds, and his originally normal body began to become deformed, just like her "life".

"The reason why the evil spirits are able to escape the control of the park is probably because you can hide in the bodies of living people. During the day, you crawl into the body of your brother and play the role of your brother. At night, when your brother's body is asleep, you crawl into the rag doll's body and go out to hunt down all the game participants, gaining more despair and hatred."

"It seems that a small number of people in this city are hiding ghosts, and their extremely abnormal and mutated psychology may be the ghosts growing in their hearts."

These evil spirits, which are not under the control of the amusement park, are mostly aggregates of certain emotions. Strictly speaking, Xu Qin can also be classified as such.

In fact, Han Fei had another thought in mind: the hilt of the black knife in F's hand seemed to be formed from countless wills. However, the hilt was different from all the evil spirits, and the consciousness it formed was incompatible with the entire deep world.

As he slowly moved forward, the boy's body had undergone significant changes, but as long as his sister did not return to her original doll form, her threat to Han Fei was very limited.

As the shackles of memory are slowly broken, Han Fei's terrifying fighting instincts, amazing physical abilities, and unwavering will are gradually unifying, making him increasingly powerful and confident.

"Hee hee hee……"

The boy lowered his head slightly, his bulging eyes staring at Han Fei through the gaps in his hair, the hatred in his eyes almost tangible.

"Hatred is a more terrifying emotion than resentment. Perhaps if enough hatred is collected, a ghost more powerful than resentment can be created."

Han Fei now felt no reverence for hatred. When he was within three steps of the boy, the boy, like a stray dog ​​in an alley, pounced on Han Fei on all fours!
Reaching out, Han Fei grabbed the boy by the neck, pinned him to the ground, and tied him up with a bed sheet and a red rope from his backpack.

"I don't know if this ritual will work, but I'll try my best to help you and see if I can save your daughter and son." Han Fei pressed his knee against the boy's back and took out various props needed for the resurrection ritual from his backpack.

The middle-aged man, still kneeling on the ground, was a little taken aback when he heard Han Fei say this. He had really thought of Han Fei as a psychopathic serial killer, but now this killer was rationally trying to save his son and daughter.

"I... thank you?" He knelt on the ground, unsure of what to say.

He had previously consulted shamans and fortune tellers for his child, spending a lot of money, but nothing worked.

Now things have really taken a turn for the better. Early this morning, two extraordinary people rushed into my house to exorcise a ghost. Although the process was a bit scary, the result seemed pretty good.

"Are you two really wanted criminals?" A question arose in the man's mind.

"Come help! Burn all the clothes of the deceased on the bed board, and write your son's birth date and time on this mirror!" This wasn't the first time Han Fei had performed a resurrection ritual, so his movements were quite skilled.

After placing the items needed for the ritual in their respective positions, Han Fei removed the boy's outer garment and drew the runes that had been drawn on the corpse onto the boy's body.

The middle-aged man also entered the house with a metal basin, and he threw all the deceased's clothes from under the bed into the basin.

Those clothes looked ordinary, but they were very difficult to ignite.

It took several minutes for the flame to ignite in the metal basin, and the pungent stench of corpses spread everywhere. Black, viscous liquid oozed from the clothes of the dead, and the people present could also hear the wails of the deceased.

As more and more clothes were burned, the boy's struggles became weaker and weaker, but the hatred in his eyes did not fade.

"Open the curtains and let the sunlight in!"

As the sun rises, its rays, symbolizing hope and vitality, stream into the room, and the large-headed baby and the boy inside the rag doll simultaneously scream in agony.

Han Fei cleared out an area and used a red rope to connect the rag doll and the boy together.

The ritual of the mysterious black-headed cult ended there, and Han Fei, unsure of what to do next, could only stand aside and wait.

Both the doll and the boy were struggling in pain, and the father beside them was also heartbroken. He could only force himself not to look and poured more oil into the brazier.

As the last piece of clothing belonging to the deceased was burned, the sister hidden inside the boy's body stopped struggling, and the hatred in her eyes melted away in the firelight.

The boy's expression slowly returned to normal. He raised his head slightly, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, opened his mouth, and spoke of things he had never possessed.

As the flames slowly died down, just when Han Fei thought the ritual had failed, countless cursed characters emerged from the red rope, and a blood-red paper figure crawled out of Han Fei's clothes. She slowly opened her eyes.

The curse seemed to extend like chains into the boy and the rag doll's bodies, causing them to scream in agony. The boy struggled desperately, resisting with all his might, while the big-headed doll inside the rag doll's belly had all its blood vessels ruptured, as if some force was trying to pull him directly out of the rag doll's belly!

This domineering method terrified the middle-aged man half to death. He looked at Han Fei, but Han Fei, wearing a mask, remained unmoved.

Han Fei licked his lips. He didn't know what Xu Qin wanted to do, but he trusted her. No matter what she did, he wouldn't interfere; he would only help her.

As the last blood vessel broke, the cursed baby was dug out and landed on the boy's navel, its head resting right on the boy's heart.

The large-headed baby, enduring pain, seemed driven by some force to dig its hands into the boy's stomach, as if preparing to crawl inside.

The boy was in even greater pain, as countless curses appeared all over his body and finally converged at his heart.

The blood-red paper figure's fingers slowly closed, and as a heart-wrenching scream rang out, chains formed by curses dug out a little girl's fragmented soul from the boy's heart.

In fact, it didn't resemble a human soul at all. Half of the child's body was pieced together with a discarded rag doll. Her eyes held only hatred, devoid of any other human emotions.

After the curse ripped out the girl's soul, it crushed the large-headed baby, and the soul of a thin male infant flowed into the boy's body along with the blood.

The body, bound by red rope and bedsheets, stopped moving. The runes covering his body began to disappear on their own. The boy died in the firelight and sunlight, and was reborn amidst the curse.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of black, viscous substance, as if someone who had been trapped deep in a swamp had finally been pulled out.

The red string between the boy and the big-headed baby broke, and the cursed chains trapped the soul that was mixed with the tattered rag doll, pulling it little by little toward the paper figure.

The hungry paper figure seemed to have gone without food for a long time, and she became very interested in the girl's soul, which was filled with a lot of negative emotions.

The girl, who was pieced together with the rag doll, screamed. Besides hatred, a second emotion appeared on her face—fear.

The cursed chains rattled as Han Fei stood behind the blood-red paper figure, shielding her from the sunlight.

With nowhere to hide, the rag doll's soul was pulled in front of the paper figure, where it was overwhelmed by thousands of curses.

The rag doll girl embodied all the hatred born of being abandoned, and the curses of those people kept echoing in her ears. Now, everything was being devoured by the blood-red paper doll.

"Hehehehe, Daddy, hehe..."

In her final moments, the distorted soul glanced at her father, who had abandoned her once again, and the hatred in her eyes vanished along with her soul.

The cursed chains returned to the paper figure's body, and the paper figure's clothes lost their paper texture, as if it were actually wearing clothes.

Her mutilated body was covered, the paper doll opened her eyes, and a faint black flame flickered amidst the curse. She needed more food, more hatred, and more curses!
The scattered curse landed on the new clothes, the blood-red paper figure blew away the ashes on the ground, and, holding a red rope, leaned against Han Fei.

"I have never met such a gentle person."

Han Fei picked up the paper figure. His white smiling mask and the blood-red paper figure's new clothes reflected each other, creating an eerie, crazy, dangerous, and romantic scene.

"Are you feeling better?" The middle-aged man picked up his son, who was still vomiting on the floor. The whole room was filled with a stench.

“He should be fine now.” Han Fei packed up all the items used in the ceremony. “The stench is too strong; the neighbors will smell it soon.”

"Let me see you off." The middle-aged man got up from the ground. "I really misunderstood you before. I can testify to the police that you are good people..."

"No need. Your wife, who's hiding in the master bedroom, should have already called the police. Besides, you have no way of proving whether I'm a good person or not." Han Fei glanced at the other person coldly, then waved to Li Guo'er: "Let's go."

"Aren't you going to kill them to silence them?" Li Guo'er placed the blade against the middle-aged man's neck.

"This is a residential area; screaming will attract more attention from the neighbors." Han Fei strode outside without stopping.

From entering the upscale residential area to leaving, Han Fei didn't spend much time. He seemed reckless, but in reality, he calculated every step precisely.

The two left via another route, climbed over the wall, and got into a taxi.

"Where to go now?"

"Ask Li Guo'er, she has more experience in escaping. I'm still in a state of amnesia." Han Fei looked at the red string on his fingertip. After eating the evil spirit that was breeding hatred, the originally dull red string turned blood red again.

Upon hearing Han Fei say that he had amnesia, the people in the car didn't know how to respond. They couldn't even begin to imagine how ruthless Han Fei had been in the past.

The sirens blared, and they left almost simultaneously, timing it perfectly.

"Han Fei, how did you know his wife called the police from the bedroom?" Li Guo'er was a little scared. She couldn't see through Han Fei. "Knowing that the other party had called the police, you were still so calm as to go and hold the ceremony? Wouldn't it have been faster and safer if we had just gone in and killed them?"

"I'm just making decisions based on my instincts. Actually, I'm also curious about what kind of person I really am."

Not long after escaping the residential area, Han Fei dropped Xiao You off in the car, letting her observe the police movements in the city and visit her family at her leisure.

It was already daylight, but there were still relatively few vehicles on the road. The two men, who were wanted throughout the city, drove towards a more remote area.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Han Fei received a call from Xiao You to Xiao Jia.

The city was in chaos, and the citizens were filled with fear and hatred for the eleven wanted criminals. Their wanted posters could be seen on all television stations and in advertisements, and the white masks had become a very bad symbol.

“We clearly wanted to save more people, but we were treated like wanted criminals, hated and despised by everyone, and could only hide in the darkness where they couldn’t see us. It’s really frustrating.” Xiao Jia took off his wig and wiped the sweat from his head: “Being chased by ghosts in the dark is bad enough, but being chased by the police when it’s light is just not giving us a way to live.”

"A way out?" Han Fei turned and glanced at Xiao Jia. "Night and day seem to represent two different choices. I think I've remembered something."

(End of this chapter)