My Healing Games

Chapter 691 What level am I again?

Fragments of memory collided in the blood-red torrent, like a beautiful glass lamp falling to the ground. Each fragment reflected images of the past, with joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness radiating different lights.

When Han Fei woke up from the nightmare, his demeanor had completely changed. There was no longer any confusion in his eyes; his gaze was like the first ray of starlight piercing through the night.

"This is Fu Sheng's last shrine to his memories!"

Countless memories floated in his mind. Han Fei saw his past and learned many things, but he had not yet fully integrated with those memories. Now, he was more like a third party watching his own life unfold.

"Han Fei! Rose is holding F back. You'd better leave quickly, F wants to kill you!" Ah Chong raised his scarred arms, trying to help Han Fei up, but as he reached out, he was glared at by the paper figure half-lying on the bed.

With just one look, he was so frightened that he stood frozen in place, his body completely stiff.

"He wants to kill me, so I'm just supposed to leave?"

Sitting up in bed, Han Fei's consciousness and body were fully coordinated. He looked at the ninety-nine wounds on his arm: "I remembered a lot of things, but this is only stage nine. The last missing part should have been taken away by the people in the Blood Orphanage. Unfortunately, I don't know what they took away."

Picking up the blood-red paper figure, Han Fei remained calm and walked towards the projector.

"Han Fei! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!" A-Chong, suppressing her fear of the paper figure, grabbed Han Fei's hand: "You saved me twice, and I will always remember this kindness."

"I've saved you more than twice." Han Fei glanced at the masochist next to him. He didn't know why, but he seemed to be respected by perverts.

Taking out the videotape, Han Fei solemnly placed it into his backpack: "This is the best gift I've ever received. It's like a video that parents take when their children are very young. But thankfully, you are all ghosts, so I don't have to worry about whether I will die."

"No time! Han Fei!" Ah Chong urged Han Fei to leave. Just then, the security door of room 444 was smashed open with great force, and the temperature inside the room suddenly dropped.

Gunshots, singing, cries for help, screams, howls and wails filled the room.

"Stay away from the door, or you'll get hit by stray bullets." As the center of the chaos and the origin of the nightmare, Han Fei appeared very calm and composed, as if he had already gotten used to everything.

Reaching out, Han Fei picked up the ugly cat that was still absorbing the black cocoon from the ground and examined the nine black stripes on its body.

"Not everything born from a black cocoon is a butterfly; there is also death, calamity, and great sin." Han Fei, his fingertips touching the soul, scratched the cat's chin, listening to the voice deep within the ugly cat's soul: "Don't worry, I will repay Fu Sheng for everything he did to you. He killed me ninety-nine times; I'll turn him into a ghost mark. He shouldn't be angry, right?"

As Han Fei walked toward the security door, he saw Qiangwei being grabbed by the neck by Qianye and thrown to the edge of the railing just as he stepped out of the room.

The players have completely split into two factions: a small group led by Rose, another group standing with F, but most players are hesitant, unsure which side they want to win.

"In my memory, you wanted to destroy the entire Deep World to protect the living. How come you've changed your stance now? You're even killing your own people?" Han Fei looked at the "Companion" in his hand. "Oh right, I almost forgot. To achieve your goals, you even abandoned your three ghost children. Did you hear that song? That child was crying while holding the music box you gave it. It never understood why the person it respected most would abandon it so decisively until its death."

“Han Fei…” F, wearing a white mask, stood on the other side of the corridor, his eyes more frightening than ever before.

"I don't know whether I should call you F, or Fu Sheng, or Old Building Manager?" Han Fei gripped his knife and walked forward. "In the first management mission, I died more than forty times. In the second management mission, I died many, many more times. Each time I died, my soul was torn apart. Do you know how painful that feeling is?"

"Don't come any closer! Be careful!" Rose shouted, gripping the stair railing. He wanted to warn her something, but Qianye kicked him into the stairwell.

"No matter how noble your initial intentions were, the path you chose was wrong! The children in the orphanage, and me, as long as we live, that is bloody evidence!" Han Fei's eyes were bloodshot: "The train called the future is heading forward, with five adults tied to the original track and a child tied to the left track. Under these circumstances, you choose to change tracks without hesitation, letting the train called the future crash into the innocent child, letting fate crush everything it originally had."

From an outsider's perspective, any answer is reasonable, but Han Fei himself was like a child tied to the railway tracks.

The voice gradually turned cold. As the butterflies knocked open the gates of the Crimson Orphanage, the blood-red memories of the thirty-one children merged with Han Fei's, and together they formed that taboo—the Crimson Night.

Of the first batch of thirty-one children, only Han Fei survived. Rose, Little White Shoes, Glass Cat, Number Four, and Number Eleven were all orphans that Fu Tian had found in the second batch.

“The worst-case scenario of the future has occurred. It seems I’m still a step too late. Even at this time, that butterfly that flew out of the black cocoon is still causing me trouble.” F couldn’t quite figure out Han Fei. He drew his black knife and confronted Han Fei in the corridor.

“No matter where or when, butterflies must die. What I am experiencing now should be your past memories, and also a turning point in your life. I am very grateful to you for letting me see all this. This shrine should also become a turning point in my life.” Han Fei’s current state is very strange. It’s as if he has regained his memories, but it also seems that he has not fully recovered.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I only know one thing: you're not in the future I see." F didn't expect other players to help him; he never believed Han Fei could beat him in a one-on-one situation.

"You'll soon understand. The last person who could foresee the future fell into my hands, and the first thing he did was commit suicide. Guess what he saw?" Han Fei charged forward, his five fingers pulling the red rope, and a curse instantly spread all over his body.

"What are you talking about?" F had no recollection of such a thing happening. He plunged the black knife into his palm, and after the blade absorbed enough blood, it transformed into a huge black demon.

"With the ability to foresee the future and a butcher's knife that can devour ghosts and monsters, you have such good innate conditions, yet you've ended up in this miserable state?" Han Fei's voice came from the curse, constantly interfering with F: "I truly feel sorry for you. What qualifications do you have to occupy my body and be reborn within it?"

With a downward swing of his blade, thousands of curses surged toward the black demon. Han Fei had no intention of killing the demon directly; his goal was to temporarily stall it.

The moment the black demon was trapped by the curse, Han Fei closed the distance and shouted a boy's name towards the butcher's knife.

"Wang Sheng!"

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, the hilt of the butcher's knife suddenly began to tremble. Countless souls responded to Han Fei, and the hilt was imbued with all the fine qualities of humanity. They were like warriors crawling forward in the darkness, and no matter how many obstacles and dangers they encountered, they would still charge forward without hesitation when the light shone.

F's hands, gripping the hilt of the knife, were covered in blood. At Han Fei's urging, he was about to lose his hold on the knife.

"A hero who wants to save the world, yet uses blood-stained hands to imprison the most beautiful aspects of humanity. Look at yourself now, is this the person you want to become?"

As the blades clashed, the names on Han Fei's heart began to melt away. With each collision between companionship and the executioner's blade, a name would disappear.

In terms of materials alone, the "companionship" that the clown left for Han Fei is far less than the butcher's knife in F's hand.

However, Han Fei never intended to fight head-on from the beginning. One of his main reasons for wanting to kill F was to seize the knife!

Both were physically equal, and F had a slight edge in fighting experience, but he just couldn't suppress Han Fei. F didn't know what the problem was.

The players who were originally standing behind F had already retreated. They were speechless with shock when they saw Han Fei and F fighting. The fighting skills and resilience displayed by the two were simply beyond the reach of players at this stage. If it were just a difference in attributes, that would be one thing, but their desperate moves clearly showed that they were experienced combatants who had killed many people.

Within a very short time, both of them were injured, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Han Fei and F are temporarily unable to determine a winner, and the first to run into trouble is the black demon bound by the curse.

The demon that only appears when it drinks F's blood dragged a nearby player in while F was preoccupied with it, nearly draining all the player's blood.

The black demon struggled more and more violently, and F needed to be distracted to observe it, so he had no choice but to take out his other trump card.

A photo fell out of the trench coat pocket, and a female student in a school uniform with twisted limbs appeared next to F. She seemed to have completely lost her mind because she had eaten too many ghosts and would attack anyone she saw.

"This seems to be the girl who ate with you every day at school. She treated you as her only friend, but you turned her into a weapon without self-awareness?" Han Fei did not let Xu Qin attack the female student. He fought two against one: "Fu Sheng, you are now so bad that even you would be disappointed in yourself."

"I've never met the person you're talking about. I'm just doing the right thing." F was covered in blood, but most of it was Han Fei's; his fighting skills were truly terrifying.

"Correct? With your level 20 strength and not even having your own shrine yet, how can you uphold correctness?" Han Fei laughed unrestrainedly: "There are countless versions of you in this shrine's memory world. The one in front of you should be the one to eventually replace me, right? But you probably didn't expect that I entered your last shrine when I was just over level 20!"

"Do you feel that with your current strength, you can't move an inch in this city? Is that why you're thinking of gathering players and conservatively accumulating strength?"

"Let me tell you, I've been pushing myself to the limit all along. Nobody gave me time. I need to face the worst-case scenario you left behind!"

"Fu Sheng, you are really too weak! Even in your own shrine, you are no match for me at the same level!"

Han Fei's speed increased, and he switched "accompanying" to his left hand, freeing up his right hand, which had been holding a knife and was dripping blood.

"I really didn't expect you to get this far at this level, but aren't you underestimating your opponent?" F's voice was incredibly cold. He quietly gave the order, and Qianye, who was lurking in the shadows, held a sharp knife and stabbed it at Han Fei's back!

Restricted by the female student's ghost and F, Han Fei dodged the sure-fire strike, but judging from his current appearance, he seemed to have no intention of avoiding it at all.

Take advantage of yourself!

Covered in blood, Han Fei closed the distance again, holding his companion's hand with his left and spreading his right fingers: "Of course I won't underestimate you, after all, like father, like son!"

Qianye's sharp knife tore through Han Fei's clothes, and he was grabbed by a paper figure.

At the same time, Han Fei's blood-soaked hand finally grasped the butcher's knife in F's hand.

"To be reborn!"

The dazzling blade that illuminated the night instantly pierced the demon's body, and arms emerged from the hilt, gripping the blade together with Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)