My Healing Games

Chapter 739 "A Race for Life and Death"

"Han Fei? Wait! Isn't he live-streaming?"

"It really isn't him?"

"I will never forget that look in your eyes! How can there be madmen in the world with such similar temperaments?"

Standing amidst a multitude of hatred, a man wearing a beast-face mask appeared at the deepest point of despair.

The moment he appeared, everyone, whether they were players watching outside the passage or netizens watching the live stream, gasped in shock.

Without needing to say more, the aura of fear emanating from him seemed to penetrate the screen and seep directly into people's hearts.

"Is this guy even human? He hasn't given me a single bit of human feeling."

"All players on alert! New players, stand back! Attention! I'll repeat this again! Players below level 10 who haven't changed jobs, stand back!"

"Target spotted! Quick! Contact Deep Space Technology! It's their turn to deliver on their promise!"

Deep inside the passage, Huang Ying's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. Even though he knew the truth beforehand, he still felt that the man in front of him was Han Fei.

Like, so similar.

From his physique to his demeanor, especially his eyes.

"What did he experience in the abyss? The ninety-nine wounds on his body seem to have been dug out by himself, mixed with curses and resentment that prevent the blood from clotting."

Previously, Huang Ying and Bai Xian were just ordinary friends. They cooperated with each other because of Han Fei's presence, but their understanding of each other was not deep. But at this moment, Huang Ying realized that Bai Xian was no ordinary person.

The other party's actions went beyond mere professionalism; he was truly giving his all to play this most difficult role in order to clear Han Fei of suspicion.

"So many scars and curses, it must have been very painful, right?"

All the players outside the passage found the man with the beast-face mask terrifying, but only Huang Ying and Han Fei knew the pain Bai Xian was enduring at that moment.

Those ninety-nine wounds and curses were not something an ordinary person could bear. In order to recreate Han Fei's state at that time, Bai Xian forced hatred to act and transformed himself into that form.

In order to let Bai Xian rest as soon as possible, Huang Ying immediately started the next step without wasting any time.

"Bai Xian appeared ahead of time because he was worried that Da Nie would get out of control and hurt me. I can't let him down."

Huang Ying turned and fled upwards without the slightest hesitation.

The players outside the passage were very understanding of Huang Ying; it would be crazy not to run away from this situation.

Hatred followed closely behind, and Huang Ying's life hung by a thread. The grand drama finally came to its final act, with the climax of the script being a life-or-death chase.

Huang Ying and Bai Xian were both well aware that both sides had reached their limits and could not hold on for much longer, so they were both trying their best to shorten the last bit of time.

"Quick! Get ready to provide backup for Huang Ying!"

"Assemble! Team One, draw the ghosts' attention! Team Two, rescue the injured in the passage; they should know about the world on the other side! Team Three, clear the way for Huang Ying!"

"Let's go too!"

The players displayed unprecedented enthusiasm, picking up their flowerpots, spatulas, lawnmowers, and other tools, and uniting together in the face of the vengeful ghost.

Huang Ying, who ventured alone into the abyss to rescue people, unknowingly became a spiritual symbol for the players.

In a normal scenario, justice always triumphs over evil, but that's not the case in Perfect Life. Players will soon understand just how terrifying the malice from the deeper world can be.

Hatred is fundamentally different from ordinary ghosts. The moment it strikes, even if it is extremely restrained, the living people it touches will wither away like a field of wilted flowers.

The curse tainted with resentment spread everywhere. Even if players touched a stone that had been touched by hatred, their health would plummet. They had no chance to struggle or fight back. In their view, even if the average level of players in this world increased by ten levels, no one would be able to kill the hatred head-on.

The one-sided massacre, the excessively bloody and cruel scenes, and the despair and negative emotions it evoked have infected more and more players.

Some people started to back away, while others had already fled. They weren't afraid of dying in the game, but they were terrified of the extremely horrifying process of dying.

"Go! Don't look back!"

Huang Ying shouted from the bottom of the abyss that he wanted to bring Ah Chong and the other players of Inevitable Truth out of the passage, because those people were different from the other players. They had stayed in the deep world for too long, and if they died in the passage again, their brains would likely be affected.

Long ago, Huang Ying heard Han Fei say that death in the deep world might mean real death, so they had to bring the players to the passage on the shallow world side no matter what.

The precious potions he had given to the players earlier took effect. Out of fear of the abyss, most players immediately crawled out of the passage after regaining consciousness, but there was one exception.

In a crevice in the wall, Shen Luo rubbed his throbbing head. This was his second time undergoing personality surgery, and vague fragments of memories kept surfacing in his mind.

He felt like he had a very long dream. After waking up, he forgot many things, but some lines he had never seen before appeared on his arms.

The colors are vibrant, resembling two torn butterfly wings.

"If dreams are all fake, then why do I have these lines on my arm? My memories and experiences seem to be discrepancies? Should I trust my brain or my intuition?"

Shen Luo felt like his own mind was deceiving him, and this feeling was extremely unpleasant.

"Broken butterfly wings?" Fragmented images lingered in Shen Luo's mind. He had been protecting a crying child in a murder amusement park, but in reality, that child was the most insane killer, controlling one-fifth of the city's population.

The butterfly residue on his arm seemed to be the imprint of that child on his body.

"The child seemed to want me to find people with the same butterfly tattoo and join their group; the crushed butterfly wing seemed to be some kind of proof."

The maniacal laughter in the blood-red orphanage had crushed a butterfly with nowhere to turn, and those remnants of laughter were not wasted, as they drew new butterflies in Shen Luo's heart.

As for his reasons for choosing Shen Luo, Shen Luo himself couldn't understand: "What merit do I have to be chosen by that monster? What outstanding qualities do I possess that have earned his recognition?"

While Shen Luo was still somewhat confused, Huang Ying returned, filled with hatred.

"Go!"

Huang Ying recognized Shen Luo at a glance. To be honest, he didn't want to save Shen Luo. He had heard a little about Shen Luo's deeds, but he couldn't ruin the image he had just built in front of tens of thousands of players.

Grabbing Shen Luo, Huang Ying injected himself with the needle, and his speed increased again.

As a blood healer, Huang Ying has many ways to stimulate the body, and he has even made some minor modifications to his own body.

"go!"

Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, Huang Ying carried her on his back. Strangely enough, just as Huang Ying and Shen Luo were escaping, the night sky of the deep world on the other side of the passage was torn apart, and an ominous aura surged into the passage.

This aura was completely different from the hatred that had appeared before. It wasn't directed at the players; it seemed to be directed only at Huang Ying and Shen Luo.

"What are you hiding on you?" Huang Ying sensed something was wrong; it seemed as if a will from the deeper world was preventing Shen Luo from leaving.

"I don't know!" Shen Luo glanced at his arm. "Could it be because of this butterfly fragment tattoo? I have no idea how it ended up on my body, really!"

In this emergency, Huang Ying didn't care about anything else. He took out the broken butcher knife with his free hand: "Do you want to chop it yourself, or should I help you chop it?"

"No, no, no!" Shen Luo was terrified. Aren't heroes supposed to help others to the end? How could this person want to cut off his hand just because of a guess? Luckily, what he said earlier wasn't that he had many strange memory fragments in his mind.

During the conversation, the two were also fleeing at high speed, and they quickly escaped to the 150-meter area.

Interfered with by the will of the deeper world, the passage changed again. Large pieces of rubble turned dark black, and the passage, which was originally inanimate, now slowly writhed, like the esophagus of some giant monster.

"Could this passage lead to some unspeakable corpse?"

Huang Ying desperately dragged Shen Luo out, and countless brave players rushed to help. Bai Xian at the bottom of the passage was also nearing his limit.

Blood kept flowing, his body was being corrupted by the curse, and boundless hatred surrounded him. Standing with ghosts and monsters was not a pleasant feeling.

Choosing the night comes at a price. Bai Xian finally understood the pain Han Fei had endured, but he could no longer stop.

Filming a movie can involve countless takes, but this performance had to be done in one take. Bai Xian understood how Han Fei honed his acting skills; he couldn't afford to make a mistake, or he would be killed instantly if anyone noticed.

The life-or-death race in the passage reached its most intense moment, with everyone's attention focused on the passage. But at this moment, the big boss of the merchant alliance suddenly led the core team to retreat, and NPCs from other areas began to appear in the park.

Now, whether online or in the game, everyone's focus is on Huang Ying in the passage. Everyone wants to see if the player at the top of the rankings can escape and save his priceless account.

However, unlike ordinary people who just watch the spectacle, Han Fei, who was being broadcast live across the entire internet, noticed something unusual.

"Something's not right... Why did the business alliance's boss leave early? Did he receive some kind of message?"

Having honed his skills in the deeper world, Han Fei was extremely perceptive; he could sense danger at the slightest disturbance.

"Deep Space Technology and Immortal Pharma have not taken any action; it seems they have other plans!"

Whether it's Han Fei, who's live-streaming across the entire internet, or Huang Ying, who's currently captivating all the players in the passageway, it all seems like two tech giants are deliberately trying to divert public attention.

Repairing the plank road in public and marching through Chencang in secret?
The demon with the beast-face mask appeared in the passageway. Han Fei had proven his innocence. He stood up and walked towards the door: "Where is everyone? I need to get out!"

Huang Ying and Bai Xian are his best friends and brothers who would risk their lives for him. He absolutely cannot let them get into trouble because of him.

"Han Fei, you'd better stay here a little longer. The situation isn't clear yet." The food delivery worker advised Han Fei through the door. Han Fei's response was equally direct; he kicked the door open.

"After framing me, you're going to continue illegally detaining me? Do you really think I have no temper?"

Hearing the noise, the police officers in the next room were alerted and immediately rushed over to meet up with Han Fei.

"I have already cooperated with Deep Space Technology and Immortal Pharmaceuticals. Now countless people have seen that the person in the abyss is not me. What more do you want?" If Han Fei does something without considering the consequences, ordinary people really can't stop him.

"Please don't make things difficult for me." The staff member looked worried; he was a little afraid of Han Fei's anger.

"Am I making things difficult for you?" Han Fei sized up the staff member. From the other person's expression and tone of voice, he could tell at a glance that something was fishy. It seemed that the senior leaders of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals were not going to let him off the hook.

“I don’t want to make things too undignified, but you all seem to have gotten used to trampling on the dignity of ordinary people.” Han Fei’s gaze changed, and he put one hand on the staff member’s shoulder: “Take me to see your boss.”

A chilling sound reached the worker's ears, and he shivered. He felt as if his shoulder was being held down by a chainsaw, not by Han Fei's hand. Han Fei could turn on the chainsaw at any time if he wanted to.

“Okay…” The staff member stiffly stepped aside and jogged ahead to lead the way.

Han Fei and the police officers accompanying him took the elevator to the door of an office on the fourth floor, just as the phone rang inside.

The staff member seemed to want to ask permission first, or at least knock on the door, but Han Fei had already opened the door and walked in.

The leader sitting at his desk clearly hadn't expected Han Fei to come in. He happened to answer a call on the office's communication system, and a young man's figure appeared on the virtual screen. The man said, "Han Fei has left the live broadcast room. You can't let him leave yet. He seems to be carrying some things left by my grandfather. You need to find a way to stall him."

The virtual screen was projected onto the desk, and both the leader and Han Fei, who had just entered, heard what the young man said.

"You've caught me red-handed, and you still want to imprison me?" Han Fei walked towards the desk. The young man on the projection screen had previously visited the police station and communicated with the police. He was the one in charge of handling this passage crisis.

Knowing that Han Fei had heard what he said, the young man remained calm and smiled politely at Han Fei: "We just want to learn more about you so that we can cooperate with you in the future."

"Your face changes pretty quickly."

"Of course, you're the best at acting." The young man had a fake smile on his face. "I heard you met Du Jing at the amusement park. I'm curious how you met my grandfather's friend. If you're willing to tell me, you can come find me on the eleventh floor."

"You're still too young." Even in the deeper world, very few ghosts would dare to tell Han Fei their address.

I'd like to recommend the seedless melon in "The King of Sprints"~
The 100-meter dash, the "crown jewel" of the Olympic Games, integrates speed, power, and beauty, and has always clearly embodied humanity's eternal pursuit of surpassing oneself and breaking limits.

Now, Rousseau is about to put on this crown.

Let's travel back to that passionate Olympic era together!

The author has also written "The Soul Painter," which is a decent suspense novel.

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