My Healing Games

Chapter 731 The Last Fight

The heart of the first demon is a passageway. This corpse, formed from the accumulation of countless despair and negative emotions, inadvertently connects to a certain place from which dreams escape.

Pull out the knife that was plunged into his heart and open the passage.

Han Fei had unintentionally made a choice, and now he understood why Fu Sheng couldn't kill Meng back then. Fu Sheng chose to completely seal the passage and destroy the first generation ghost, while Han Fei took a different path.

Just as that passage appeared, ear-piercing laughter echoed from the increasingly distorted buildings deep within the park.

One after another, eerie buildings collapsed with a crash. An old man with a wrinkled face, who looked like he had one foot in a coffin, emerged from the ruins. His amusement park uniform was different from everyone else's; it was pure white.

"Alas, he ultimately did not choose the same path as you. The world may be ruined by his hand." The old man silently looked at the first generation ghost being controlled by Han Fei, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Behind the elderly man, the interiors of the collapsed buildings came into view.

Tourists were strapped to countless cold metal tables. They all seemed to have gone mad, their minds deranged, constantly emitting maniacal laughter.

"I told you long ago, the living are the least trustworthy. You're still too kind." A pungent smell of blood wafted from underground, and a middle-aged man in a blood-red amusement park uniform slowly walked over. He looked exactly like the policeman in the hotel, and he seemed to be the amusement park manager—the man.

“We also bear responsibility for this situation.” The old man sighed. “If you had stood more firmly on Fu Sheng’s side instead of thinking about replacing him, perhaps we would be the ones controlling the first generation of demons now.”

"The demon betrayed us, choosing that insane child; the dream was plotting to usurp the first demon from the very beginning. We can't win against it no matter what." The Blood-Clad Administrator flicked the blood from his hands: "A portion of our consciousness has been devoured by the black box. What do we do now?"

"Whether consciousness is complete or not, my stance will not change. Only by permanently sealing the deep world and severing its connection with reality can everything return to normal." The old man glanced down into the labyrinth. After the first demon awoke, the endless labyrinth was destroyed, and now only a young man with a blank expression remained in those ruins.

"Do you still want to rely on Fu Sheng? That child is already ruined." The manager's eyes held a hint of pity.

They placed their own consciousness into the consciousness of the first demon, attempting to control it using the most primitive methods, but they all failed in the struggle for control of the main consciousness.

The consciousness placed in the first generation of the demon's sea of ​​consciousness was absorbed by the black box. In other words, they are all now incomplete and are just barely holding on.

"It's not that we're counting on him, but we feel a little sorry for him. Although we gave him everything, deep down we only used him as a tool." The old man walked towards the first ghost, just like he had done in the inn, always protecting Fu Sheng behind him.

"The source of that maniacal laughter hasn't been found yet. Isn't it a bit too early for us to take action now?" The human administrator didn't want to waste the little strength he had left.

"We have no time left." All superfluous emotions in the old man's eyes slowly faded away, his pupils gradually disappeared, and his eyes turned completely white.

The colors on the old man's hair, eyebrows, eyes, and skin were fading rapidly. When everything turned pure white, he pointed at the first demon.

The enormous corpse seemed to be bound by some force, and its movements became increasingly sluggish.

White spots of light appeared in the park that was originally covered in blood. They were hidden under the buildings, which were tombstones without names.

The "I" managers of all generations are buried in Paradise, their souls are with Paradise, Paradise is their body and everything.

No matter the era, there are always people in the crowd who are not afraid of danger, who stand tall and use their flesh and blood to support the collapsing dome.

Han Fei, who had merged with the consciousness of the first ghost, also found that his movements had slowed down. As blood and despair covered everything, the tombstones remained as they had always been, silent and steadfast.

"The corpse seems to be getting out of control!"

Some of the flesh seemed to have developed its own consciousness, and Han Fei saw human faces in the blood flowing from the first ghost.

Each generation of "I" managers, upon their death, would merge their own flesh and blood into the corpse of the first generation demon, making their bodies a part of the first generation demon.

Over time, the flesh and blood of these managers were able to influence the first generation of demons on a small scale.

Seeing that the old man had used his last trump card, the manager in the blood-stained clothes shook his head slightly. He hated this feeling of fighting desperately, but there really wasn't a better way now.

"Perhaps I was too arrogant and shouldn't have seriously injured the ghost." People always reflect on themselves after something happens, learn from history, and then avoid making the same mistake again.

The blood-clad manager silently walked towards the first ghost. He joined all the park employees, and the group plunged sharp knives into their hearts.

A strange black mist rose from beneath their feet. The human manager and his subordinates had all inhaled the black mist. They were called human, but in reality, they were all half-human, half-ghost monsters. On the contrary, the ghost manager's subordinates were all real people.

"Using tools is a human instinct. Using the bones of ferocious beasts to make bone knives to hunt them is one of the reasons why humans were able to survive in the beginning."

The black mist hidden within the Blood-Clad Administrator's body continued to surge forth, and his expression grew increasingly ferocious. No one had expected that this seemingly most sunny and kind guy would actually be the most terrifying being in the park.

He has completely abandoned everything about humanity; the meaning of his existence is to one day destroy the ghosts and everything that stands in his way.

The staff who merged with the black mist successfully rushed to the side of the first demon. Since ordinary tools could not harm the first demon, they used their bodies, which had been altered by the black mist, to attack.

Chaos erupted in the center of the amusement park as countless ghosts and monsters converged there. No one noticed that next to a dessert shop on the outskirts of the park, a cute-looking boy was wailing loudly.

He seemed to have gotten separated from his family, lost one shoe, and had a half-eaten ice cream lying at his feet.

Amidst the roaring laughter, the boy's cries seemed faint. He wiped away his tears and walked step by step toward the center of the amusement park.

"Come back here! You idiot!" A young man crawled out from behind the counter of the dessert shop, wearing a uniform he had ripped from a corpse. He scrambled onto the dangerous street, shouting, "Meeting you is my bad luck!"

The young man grabbed the little boy by the collar and looked around nervously. Fortunately, the laughing madmen didn't notice him, and most of the ghosts' attention was drawn to the first ghost.

"If you run around again, I'm really going to beat you up!" the young man said fiercely. "It's dangerous enough here already, and I have to take care of you, you brat! Crying, crying, crying! All you do is cry!"

Although the young man was talkative, he was kind-hearted. He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, wanting to wipe the little boy's tears, but when he reached out his hand, he felt something was wrong. There were thin blood vessels in the little boy's eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The young man patted the little boy's face. "If I hadn't done everything I could to protect you all this time, you wouldn't have survived even if you had a hundred lives! You can't be that kind of ungrateful bastard!"

He picked up the little boy and tried to hide back in the dessert shop, but he suddenly realized that the little boy was getting heavier and heavier.

"Be good, stop making a fuss, let's go back and have ice cream."

The young man was a little scared. For some reason, he opened his eyes to find himself in the most dangerous amusement park and witnessed a madman killing people.

The feeling of waking up to find yourself at a crime scene, with the killer still there, is truly thrilling, and then he begins to run for his life.

He turned what should have been a joyful amusement park into a murder simulator, and wherever he went, murders occurred.

On his escape, he inadvertently saved this crying boy, forcibly dragged him away from the murder scene, and has been "protecting" him ever since.

The young man and the boy who cried a lot didn't get along well, but they had already survived such a difficult time, and now that everything was about to end, how could the young man just stand by and watch the boy go to his death?

No matter what changes occurred in the boy, he was still determined to drag him back to the dessert shop.

Gradually, the boy's crying subsided.

The young man turned around in surprise and saw that the boy's face was still wet with tears, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"What's wrong with you, child? You've been crying for so many days, I'm a little surprised you've suddenly stopped..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy's smile became increasingly exaggerated, his bloodshot eyes were filled with tears of blood, and he was laughing hysterically!
"Don't scare me! What haven't I, Shen Luo, seen?!"

Even at this point, Shen Luo still had no intention of abandoning the boy. He was worried that the laughter would attract other monsters, and was about to reach out to cover the boy's mouth when a bloody arm suddenly emerged from the boy's mouth!

"Fuck!"

As if hearing a voice, all the laughing madmen in the entire park rushed towards where the boy and the young man were. Their bodies collided, and the fragments of consciousness scattered in the hearts of countless people began to reunite under the call of the main consciousness!
Flesh and blood collided, blooming in bursts of blood, and hysterical laughter echoed through the night sky as the bloodied arm slowly crawled out of the abyss.

The young man watched all of this up close, and he felt as if his young heart had been hit by a train.

Dizzy, the young man could hardly believe what he was seeing.

That blood-stained arm seemed to have grasped all the chaos in the world, and amidst hysterical laughter, the young man saw Han Fei's face!

He is Han Fei, but he gives young people a completely different feeling than Han Fei.

A blood-soaked arm reached out to the young man, patting his face harder and harder. Just as the young man felt his skull about to shatter, Han Fei, who had emerged from the bodies of countless laughing madmen, turned to look at the first ghost in the center of the amusement park.

"I've saved you so many times, how could you repay kindness with enmity..." The young man covered his face, feeling somewhat aggrieved, but when he saw the remains of the laughing man scattered all over the ground, he suddenly realized something.

Perhaps the maniacal laughter was a way to conceal his true intentions and keep saving him.

(End of this chapter)