My Healing Games

Chapter 729 I, the First Generation of Ghosts

The situation in the park is now incredibly complicated. Some are protecting the unspeakable corpse, some want to destroy it, and some are preparing to reseal it.

The "original demon" buried deep beneath the amusement park has become the focus, and everyone's fate seems to revolve around it.

Han Fei's will was slowly merging with the corpse, an indescribable experience. He clearly remembered that he was Han Fei, but countless unfamiliar names and emotions surged into his consciousness.

The corpse of the first demon contained the negative emotions of the human world. When the will merges with the corpse of the first demon, it is equivalent to actively embracing the pain that has been forgotten by everyone.

This process is incredibly bizarre; one can easily be assimilated if not careful. Only children who have been immersed in despair since childhood can perfectly blend with despair.

If we compare the first generation of demons to an ocean of despair, ordinary people would lose themselves the moment they fall into it and be driven mad by the torment.

But people like Han Fei and Xiao Ba can gradually sink to the bottom of the sea and try to become the core of the entire ocean of despair.

"Could this be a process that every black box owner must go through? Is it possible that Xiao Ba could be the next black box owner created by Butterfly?"

As Han Fei and the corpse merged at an accelerated pace, he began to try to control this unspeakable body. With a slight twist of his neck, he saw that the corpse and the amusement park had grown together, and every amusement facility that resembled a killing machine was connected to the blood vessels that spread from the corpse.

It was this corpse that drove the park to expand continuously, gradually growing into an out-of-control monster.

"The First Demon has moved! He's awakening! Speed ​​things up! Destroy him at all costs!"

"Charge! Pull the knife out of his heart!"

"Block the passage!"

The roar was like thunder. Han Fei looked in the direction from which the sound came. Those guys who wanted to destroy the first generation of demons and completely block the deep world were all wearing the uniforms of the park staff, but they all looked like monsters. They crawled out of the buildings deep in the park, having lost their human appearance and living like ghosts. But at this time, they were the ones who rushed to the front.

Fearless of death, willing to sacrifice everything.

Perhaps in their view, only by completely severing the connection between the deep world and reality can people be truly saved.

There is no justice or evil, only different stances. Everyone is rushing down the path they believe is right, and they will never stop even if it costs them their lives.

"Are they the hidden forces within the park?"

The park staff were met with a chorus of laughter from the crowd, and under the influence of this collective laughter, a certain emotion emanating from him took root in the minds of many citizens.

The more chaotic and desperate the world is, the more people are affected by his maniacal laughter, and the more powerful he becomes.

Seeing the surging crowd, Han Fei knew that Kuang Xiao was definitely not dead. His true consciousness was hiding somewhere, and the park staff were probably looking for him.

The carnage was everywhere in the park. Besides the laughing crowds and staff, there were countless vengeful ghosts and worshippers carrying offerings. They all wanted to get close to the corpse, and they were willing to risk their lives to take another step forward.

As blood mingled, more and more people died, and the corpses beneath the amusement park slowly began to change.

Those around him might not have noticed, but Han Fei, as the main consciousness, clearly felt that as a large amount of life and blood were injected, the heart of this corpse actually began to beat slowly!
Han Fei twisted his head as hard as he could, and he saw the enormous corpse from a first-person perspective.

Its body was covered in countless wounds, each wound sprouting numerous blood vessels, like the roots of a tree, spreading throughout the underground of the paradise, drawing upon everything the paradise provided.

Originally, people built the Paradise to make happiness, joy, and pleasure offset despair and slowly wear away the corpse. But now the Paradise brings the corpse greed, killing, anger, envy, and madness.

The worst parts of human nature are everywhere in the park, and the corpses are not weakened, but instead become more and more terrifying.

Everyone knew that if things continued like this, the first demon might awaken and destroy everything. But no one stopped. Once they got to the card table, they couldn't control themselves. Everyone, for what they believed to be right, resolutely stepped into this meat grinder.

Han Fei felt that the speed at which he merged with the body of the first ghost was constantly accelerating. He tried to raise his head, and his hair, which was formed from hatred and resentment, was hung with wailing souls, causing the entire earth to tremble.

"The first demon is absorbing your killing intent and resentment! If this continues, everyone will die!"

"You are the sinners of the whole city!"

"The human world is about to become a living hell..."

There's still a chance! Don't give up!

Han Fei looked up and saw a broken butcher's knife stuck in the heart of the first ghost. The knife seemed to be made from the bones of the corpse, and it was stuck right at the place where all the blood vessels converged, which was also the focus of the crowd's struggle.

What will happen if this butcher's knife is pulled out?

Continuing to look, Han Fei discovered a large stain on the abdomen of the first ghost, which looked like black blood or a piece of human skin that had been forcibly sewn onto it.

That stain couldn't be wiped away no matter what; it was still secretly absorbing the blood and negative emotions of those who had shed the first generation of demons.

After absorbing enough negative emotions, the stain spread out to both sides, much like butterfly wings.

“The dream still lives in the deep world. It is an ineffable existence. It can be sensed as long as its name is mentioned. The dream in Fu Sheng’s memory shrine may have been replaced by the real dream. That ineffable will has descended into this shrine.”

Recalling all the clues he had obtained, Han Fei had already prepared for the worst.

"As soon as I can move my arm, I'll tear that piece of skin off immediately!"

Han Fei glanced past the filth and saw the lower half of the corpse; the legs of the First Demon were wrapped by a monster covered in deathly aura.

The monster's body was also enormous, but its face was similar to that of a normal person.

At that moment, the monster was also looking at Han Fei. Their eyes met, and Han Fei recognized it: "Number Four?"

Clown No. 11 and Orphan No. 4 also entered the shrine. As the paradise managers chosen by Fu Sheng, they are responsible for maintaining the most basic order.

This shrine is Fu Sheng's most important shrine, and it is also his backup plan. He cannot allow any problems to occur, which is why he entrusted it to the two orphans to guard.

But to Fu Sheng's surprise, not long after Han Fei entered the shrine's memory world, Number Four and Number Eleven sided with Han Fei.

Rather than allowing Fu Sheng to be reborn, they favored Han Fei more, and tried to circumvent the restrictions of the shrine's rules, secretly helping Han Fei all along.

"I remember in Building 4 of Happiness Community, Orphan Number Four once told me—he was in the underground of Paradise." Han Fei didn't know what Number Four was doing. It was as if he was sharing the burden with Han Fei, and he himself had merged with a part of the first generation of ghosts.

The bloody slaughter continued, and Han Fei's consciousness seemed to be gripped by countless bloody hands, slowly filling the festering corpse.

Neck, shoulders, arms—Han Fei seemed to have truly become the first ghost. He endured a torrent of negative emotions, wanting to control the corpse.

With countless blood vessels severed from its arms, the darkness was stirred, and under the horrified gazes of everyone, the corpse, which should have been dead for a long time, slowly sat up!
(End of this chapter)