My Healing Games

Chapter 752 Death Mirror
The wine glass fell to the ground, and the bright red wine flowed across the stage like blood.

In the oppressive hall, the butcher, who called himself Dawn, gripped his dagger and approached the woman wearing a death mask.

The frail Grim Reaper and the Butcher of Dawn—this eerie scene exudes a unique beauty.

Death was about to inject the innocent man into his neck, but the butcher stood in front of him, trying to snatch him from Death's grasp.

The dim lights flickered, and in that instant, Han Fei charged forward with his knife. He was so fast that the audience could only see something flash by.

"Bah!"

The blades clashed, producing a crisp sound. A hint of surprise flashed in Han Fei's eyes. He knew the danger his opponent posed, so he didn't hold back.

But to his surprise, the seemingly frail woman actually caught his knife.

Compared to Han Fei, the Grim Reaper was even more surprised. Her wrist, which was holding the knife, felt slightly numb, as if it was about to lose sensation.

"You want to create your own work, but aren't you also someone else's work?" Han Fei swung his sword repeatedly: "Those who enjoy killing should be prepared to be killed at any time. If you don't even have this awareness, then the hand holding the sword will waver."

The Grim Reaper woman was not as strong as Han Fei, but she was much stronger than an average adult, and she was incredibly fast and agile, almost inhuman.

The longer the fight went on, the stranger it seemed to Han Fei became. He had thought he could quickly take care of the club members, but he hadn't expected the first person he encountered to be so formidable.

The two fought fiercely on the stage, and the audience below watched with great interest. They didn't care who killed whom; all they wanted to see was the process of killing.

The couple were incredibly excited to see Han Fei fighting the Grim Reaper woman, and they started fighting too.

The world of these lunatics is hard for ordinary people to understand. For example, Shen Luo, who was huddled in his spot, always felt out of place.

The Grim Reaper woman blocked Han Fei's ten attacks in a row. Just as Han Fei was about to unleash his eleventh strike, the woman gave up and fled.

She was familiar with the layout of the hall, and during the exchange of blows, she quietly moved to the location of the hidden door.

"Want to run?"

Han Fei had already anticipated the other party's thoughts. He slashed directly at the woman's neck. If she tried to escape, she would surely be dismembered.

As the blade slashed down, the woman's neck bent at an unnatural angle. She managed to dodge Han Fei's blade, flipped over, and jumped into the hidden door, disappearing into the darkness.

However, Han Fei's strike wasn't entirely fruitless; his blade sliced ​​open the woman's death mask, revealing half of her face.

The person seemed familiar; they appeared to be a prominent figure who frequently appeared on television.

"I remember you."

The hidden door was pitch black, emanating a strange medicinal and foul odor, so Han Fei dared not pursue it rashly.

He gripped the knife and turned to look at the audience below the stage.

"One of them ran away, but it's okay, there are still others."

When the man and woman saw that Han Fei had turned his attention to them, they chuckled and took out various items from their package. The man even gave Han Fei a disdainful look: "High-level members are not allowed to kill each other, otherwise they will be targeted by all the members of the club. Considering that you are a newcomer, we will let it go this time."

"Why should we let it go? I still want to turn him into a waiter, wrap him completely in leather, and sew nice clothes onto his skin." The woman slapped the man's arm away and said with some dissatisfaction.

"VIP members can't kill each other? With such a rule, do you even deserve to be called a murder club? This is a desecration of death. No one has the right to take another's life away." Han Fei walked towards the two men, stepping on the bright red wine: "I'll help you cleanse yourselves of your filth and send you to where you belong."

He walked faster and faster, and by the time the two people realized what was happening, Han Fei had already closed the distance.

The man and woman were far weaker than the woman wearing the Grim Reaper mask; they were only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

"Stop!" After Han Fei crippled the couple, the parrot-like man arrived late, followed by three waiters: "You dare to break the rules on your first visit? You two aren't leaving tonight!"

"I didn't do anything..." Shen Luo muttered to himself as he sat there.

"You can kill indiscriminately to complete your work, so why can't I go on a killing spree to complete mine? You're so hypocritical." Han Fei laughed, his words full of sarcasm. After confirming that the man and woman were unable to fight back, he directly drew his knife and walked towards the parrot man.

"You still want to kill us?" The parrot man's voice became even more shrill; he had rarely seen anyone as crazy as Han Fei.

"The name of my work is 'Dawn Butcher.' If you only kill one person, can you call yourself a butcher?" Han Fei smiled and rushed towards the parrot man: "I will use your corpses to build a bridge so that I can walk through the darkness and see the dawn."

Without uttering a single wasted word, Han Fei closed the distance at top speed. His combat intuition and practical skills were enough to crush anyone, honed through hundreds and thousands of life-or-death battles.

“I’ve seen many people like you.” The parrot-like man took out a stun gun from his waist, but little did he know that Han Fei had already seen through him the first time they met.

The dagger was thrown with tremendous force, piercing through the parrot man's palm.

Han Fei kicked a waiter to the ground and used another waiter as a shield.

He used this human shield to charge forward, perfectly embodying violence.

Han Fei rarely engages in prolonged battles; all his actions aim for a single, fatal strike. Li Xue instilled this philosophy in Han Fei when she taught him, but she probably didn't expect Han Fei to be able to take this concept to its extreme.

"Holy crap?" Shen Luo, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned. He never expected that Han Fei, who looked so gentle and refined, would be so fierce when he fought.

This can't even be described as fierce; it's downright brutal.

The seemingly invincible and terrifying psychopathic killer was like a toy in Han Fei's hands. Every move the opponent made was within his expectations, and it felt as if the outcome was already decided before the fight even began.

Wiping the blood from his hands, Han Fei became the only person standing in the hall.

"You...you killed them?" Shen Luo asked, trembling with fear.

"If I kill them, how am I any different from them?" Han Fei began searching their bodies, his movements as professional as if he were searching corpses in the Deep World.

“You are indeed much more terrifying than them.” Shen Luo tried to stand up, but her legs were numb.

"Take this stun gun for self-defense, and don't touch anything else." Han Fei pulled Shen Luo up from his seat and handed him the stun gun from the parrot man. "The police should be here soon. Let's use this time to look around."

Han Fei led Shen Luo away from Hall 1, and they walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The hotel's basement was originally a private wine cellar, which was later emptied and turned into one of the hideouts of a murder club. The basement has two large halls, a preparation room and a monitoring room.

Club members would contact each other through a special means to determine the location of the exhibited works, and then notify each other that evening.

Their activities take place in different locations each time, scattered across the suburbs. To truly destroy this club, it would probably be necessary to infiltrate their ranks and make contact with their higher-ups.

After passing through two bloody halls, Han Fei entered the preparation room, which was filled with all sorts of costumes and props, making it look just like an ancient execution chamber.

All the works are temporarily placed here before being exhibited on stage, so the "smell" in this room is very strong.

"Han Fei, why don't we wait for the police to arrive before continuing the search?"

Shen Luo covered his mouth and nose; he couldn't stand the atmosphere here.

"I think I've overlooked something. This room feels weird." Han Fei walked to the middle of the room and looked at the table used to display the killer's artwork.

The wall directly opposite the table is covered with all sorts of masks, some of them animals, some of them ghosts.

Han Fei tried to scratch the wall and discovered that the so-called wall was actually a special piece of cloth, and all the masks were hung on that cloth.

Lifting the cloth, which was about the same color as the wall, revealed a mirror to Han Fei.

All works to be exhibited must first be placed in front of this mirror.

"This mirror is terrifying!"

Shen Luo and Han Fei saw the mirror at the same time. The two people in the mirror looked different from their real appearance. A huge colorful butterfly landed on Shen Luo's face, which was very creepy. Han Fei's side was even more terrifying. There was a bloody corpse standing behind him in the mirror. The two of them always went back to back.

Happiness is relative. Shen Luo was initially very uncomfortable when he saw himself in the mirror and frantically scratched his face. But after seeing Han Fei's reflection in the mirror, his discomfort seemed to lessen.

"Han Fei, why do we look different in this mirror than in reality?"

“It can reflect our other world.” Han Fei walked to the mirror: “Some people are using mirrors for sacrifices, and it’s related to the ghosts living in the deep.”

The Death Club was marked on the deep world map shown by Du Jing. In reality, these things have existed in the outskirts of Xinhu for a long time.

Even a butterfly couldn't influence reality on such a large scale with the power of hatred, and the butterfly itself already represents the highest level of hatred.

Thinking of this, four words came to Han Fei's mind—unspeakable.

"You wait here." Han Fei returned to Hall One, grabbed the parrot man, and after persistent questioning, the man finally spoke.

All of the Death Club's strongholds have such a mirror, which they call the Death Mirror, through which people can see the image of their own soul.

This mirror is the biggest secret of the Death Club's various strongholds, and not just anyone is qualified to see it.

According to the parrot man, the Death Club members are divided into five categories. One category is the observation members, such as artists and barbecue shop owners, who will have the opportunity to visit the base after completing a certain number of works.

One level above the members under observation are the formal members. These members can receive a certain score after submitting their work, and they can exchange the score for something.

Above that are the premium members. Only premium members are eligible to have the venue and time to hold exhibitions, and their works also have the opportunity to be staged.

The organizers and senior members of each stronghold are at the same level, and only those at their level are qualified to know about the existence of the Death Mirror.

Above them are the club's core members, whom Parrot Man had only met once. They have the right to rate each work, and they also decide whether a newcomer is qualified to become a member.

Above the core members, there is another level. The parrot man only knows that this level exists, but he doesn't know how to address the other party because he has never seen them before.

During his conversation with the parrot man, Han Fei discovered another problem: after seeing Han Fei and Shen Luo's appearance in the death mirror, the man's attitude changed drastically. He seemed to genuinely regard Han Fei and Shen Luo as "one of his own kind."

(End of this chapter)