My Healing Games

Chapter 756 The Middle-Aged and Elderly Killer Club
In the dark, dilapidated club, Han Fei, with only a drop of blood remaining, stood face to face with the blind old man. One held the Rebirth Blade, activating the Ghost Mark, as if facing a formidable enemy; the other held a broken radio, expressionless, seemingly unaware of Han Fei at all.

After a brief standoff, Han Fei waved his hand in front of the old man. Seeing that the old man still didn't react, he tried to ask, "Sir, are you still hiring? I'd like to join you."

Upon hearing Han Fei's voice, the old man raised his eyebrows slightly, reached out to tidy his messy white hair, and slowly opened his lips.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his lips seemed to be stuck together. When he opened his mouth, his upper and lower lips tore, and dark red blood flowed out.

"Speak louder, my hearing isn't very good, I can't hear you clearly."

The old man's voice was very distinctive, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, and speaking seemed to be a torment for him every time.

"I want to join our club and become a member of this big family!" Han Fei shouted into the old man's ear, and the old man finally heard him clearly.

The old man nodded, and his calloused hand reached out towards Han Fei's face again.

As the palm drew ever closer, the Nine Lives hidden within Han Fei's ghostly markings issued a warning, displaying intense panic.

Before Han Fei could react, the old man's hand was already pressed against his face.

The rough palm gently touched Han Fei's cheek; the blind old man was probably trying to determine Han Fei's appearance in this way.

"how old are you?"

"In your twenties, so what?"

“Our club is specifically for middle-aged and elderly people. You’re too young. Why don’t you go somewhere else?” The old man refused Han Fei and picked up his radio to leave.

"Although I may look young, I'm very mature. Sir, don't be too rigid about age. The club can only develop better by constantly injecting fresh blood." Han Fei couldn't log off until he completed the task, so he had to seize this opportunity: "I'm warm and generous, with a great personality. I can get along well with everyone wherever I go. My neighbors elected me as the building manager, and my colleagues all praise me as a fighter who changes the industry. I'm also particularly good at taking care of people, from the elderly with only fragments of their souls left to orphans with no one to rely on. Everyone who has interacted with me thinks I'm a very good person."

Perhaps persuaded by Han Fei, or perhaps because the club hadn't had any new members for a long time, the blind old man hesitated slightly after hearing Han Fei's words.

"Our club mainly serves middle-aged and elderly people. If there is a big age gap, everyone's interests and hobbies are different, and they will not be able to talk to each other, which will be very awkward."

"It's alright. My greatest strengths are my outgoing, sociable, and talkative personality. I'm not aloof at all and I'm very easy to get along with." Han Fei persisted, "Those who know me know that I'm a natural glue in the workplace and a family glue. My neighbors have even included me in their family genealogy."

"Don't be too sure of yourself. Let me show you the hobbies and interests of us seniors first. If you're okay with them, then you can join us." The blind old man hadn't had such a "pleasant" chat with anyone in a long time. Before, his only companion was a broken radio.

“Okay, I also want to see what our club has.” When Zhuang Wen and Ying Long came over before, they did a quick search but didn’t find anything unusual. The old man didn’t show up at the time, so they must have missed something very important.

"Don't have too high expectations. Old people only have a few kinds of entertainment and interests." The old man didn't know how long he had been in the building. Although he had lost his sight, he was extremely familiar with every part of the building.

He led Han Fei across the open space in the middle of the club and first came to the area where the fitness equipment was placed: "Some people who like to exercise can come here to work out, but we are too old and not suitable for too strenuous exercise. Most members prefer recreational activities such as growing flowers and plants or playing chess."

"I understand, I don't like sports either."

Pushing open the back door of the warehouse, the old man stretched his hand out, and fine black raindrops fell onto his palm: "The rain still hasn't stopped."

He opened the cabinet next to him, which contained ten black umbrellas: "You can share one with me for now. Once you become a member, I will give you an umbrella, and then you can walk freely in the rain at night."

"Okay." Han Fei and the old man squeezed under one umbrella and walked out of the back door of the warehouse. Only then did the full view of the club truly appear before Han Fei's eyes.

The warehouse was only a small part; the real club covered the entire back alley.

“We members are getting old and can’t take much hardship. Our hobbies are also very simple. We mainly want to cultivate our character and promote our physical and mental health.” The old man held a black umbrella and walked with Han Fei in the back alley. Faint wails, screams and cries could be heard from the rooms on both sides, and a very strange stench filled the air.

"For example, some elderly people enjoy growing flowers and plants, which can purify the air and beautify the environment. Doctors also encourage them to grow more, which is called flower therapy." The old man spoke with great conviction, but Han Fei vaguely felt that something was not quite right. Xiao Ba obtained a seed from the mortal world, but it had not bloomed after being planted for so long. These elderly people seemed to be able to grow flowers easily.

"I usually like flowers and plants, but unfortunately I'm not good enough to keep them alive." Han Fei was very humble. He wanted to ask the old man for advice and planned to return to Happiness Community to help Xiao Ba grow flowers after he learned how.

"Growing flowers requires patience and dedication. Only by putting in hard work can you appreciate the beauty of blooming flowers." After saying this, the old man stopped next to the first small courtyard in the back alley and gently knocked on the wooden door.

After waiting for a long time without anyone opening the door, he simply led Han Fei inside: "Look, this is our flower field."

As the wooden door was pushed open, a pungent, putrid stench wafted out, and Han Fei frowned as he looked towards the "flower field."

Hidden in the soil are mutilated corpses, their bodies buried deep in the soil, with only their heads sticking out.

Even more bizarrely, the souls of these corpses were all imprisoned within their torsos, their skulls deformed and spread outwards, and their souls curled up on their butterfly bones like delicate and beautiful flower buds.

"Is it beautiful?" The old man gently squatted down and reached out to stroke the soul in the middle of his head. "It's a pity I can't see it. I haven't been able to appreciate the beauty of this flower until now. But I've heard people say that it is the most beautiful flower in the world. It's a pity that when it blooms, it is also when it withers completely. It gives its whole life for a moment of beauty. Perhaps that is the secret to its amazing beauty."

"I've learned something, but growing flowers isn't really my hobby." Han Fei looked at the "flowers." He didn't know how the old folks in the club had cultivated them. They were indeed beautiful, but also quite bizarre.

"Besides planting flowers, our senior club offers other hobbies for you to choose from, such as calligraphy." The old man and Han Fei walked out of the courtyard and headed towards the second room in the back alley. "Don't underestimate calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy requires a high level of spirit, posture, movement, and intention. It can effectively strengthen the body and mind and prolong life."

Upon opening the door to the second room, Han Fei was utterly dumbfounded. This room contained three individual cubicles. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the first cubicle were covered with all sorts of strange symbols, as if some evil spirit had been sealed away. The second room was filled with hand-drawn talismans. In movies, talismans are usually used to ward off evil, but here, all the talismans were tainted with a heavy evil aura, as if they had been drawn by ghosts themselves. The third room was even more outrageous; it was filled with the character for "death," as if the owner of the room had only practiced this one character his entire life.

"Sir, your calligraphy practice methods here are quite unique." Han Fei was at a loss for words; this place truly had the feel of a ghostly senior citizens' club. "Do you have any other hobbies or interests to choose from?"

"There are many more, but they are mostly things that older people like; young people probably wouldn't be too keen to participate."

"Most living people would probably be too happy to participate, right?" Han Fei muttered to himself as he followed the old man through the back alley. The rain in the night sky gradually intensified.

"Because of my eye problems, I can't grow flowers or practice calligraphy. What I'm most interested in is dancing, which is also a choice for many elderly people." The blind old man smiled. Whenever he talks about dancing, he feels happy and satisfied: "Dancing can prevent degenerative changes in the muscles and joints of the elderly, accelerate blood circulation throughout the body, and is beneficial to metabolism. At the same time, it can also eliminate the loneliness in the hearts of the elderly."

Is it square dancing?

“Any dance is fine.” The blind old man put away his umbrella and went into the third room with Han Fei.

The room was pitch black, with no light coming through, and huge mirrors were embedded in the walls all around.

In the center of the room was a makeshift stage, covered in bloodstains.

"A stage? Mirrors?" The room's layout reminded Han Fei of a real-life murder club.

“We usually practice dancing here, which is my biggest hobby.” The old man, with only two eye sockets remaining, stared blankly at the stage, but he did not go up.

"Grandpa, you said dancing can eliminate loneliness, but wouldn't dancing alone make you feel even more lonely?" Han Fei looked at the environment in the room. Dancing on a stage full of mirrors, stepping on bloodstains, was something that most people couldn't enjoy.

“How could it be a solo dance? I have a dance partner,” the old man said softly. “It will appear whenever I go on stage to dance and dance with me.”

After the old man finished speaking, the mirrors in the room began to darken, and the reflections of dead people seemed to remain in the mirrors.

"What a wonderful place to retire peacefully! They consider the mental health of their members in every way, focusing on companionship and alleviating loneliness." Han Fei wasn't going to read any further: "Grandpa, I quite like these things too. What procedures are required to join your club?"

"There aren't any formalities. As long as you genuinely like this place and can connect with everyone, that's fine." The blind old man finally relented: "I'm practically the owner of this club now, and I'm qualified to make decisions. How about this, you first determine your interests and hobbies, and if it suits you, you can stay here."

When the old man made his request, Han Fei also received a notification from the system.

"Attention Player 0000! Please complete an entire dance in the dance studio, find the most unique character for 'death' in the calligraphy room, and pick a flower from the flower-filled courtyard, ensuring it doesn't wither immediately."

"Three things to do? I knew an E-level mission wouldn't be that simple."

Han Fei pretended to be thinking, and after a dozen seconds, he walked onto the stage: "Grandpa, what kind of dance do you usually do? I'd like to learn some too."

“Alright.” The blind old man seemed to have not heard such a request in a long time, and happily agreed: “When I was young, I was a very famous dancer. Later, something happened, and I lost everything I had, leaving only the dance that is ingrained in my soul.”

When the old man stepped onto the stage, the aura emanating from him was completely different from before; death and decay were concealed by something else.

At that moment, his soul seemed to be shining.

With his arms outstretched, the old man moved as if a sleeping Kun had transformed into a soaring Peng, and the sea of ​​death was stirred up with giant waves.

He lost his eyesight and couldn't see anything. He didn't need anyone to see his dance moves; he was simply immersed in his own world.

"This dance is so unique, it's like a worship ceremony for the gods."

Han Fei memorized every movement of the other party. As the dance drew to a close, figures appeared on the mirrors, each one retaining the appearance of its deceased self.

The old man's dance seemed to possess some kind of mysterious power. The dead people in the mirror came out and stood on the stage unconsciously, while the old man, who had lost his eyesight, danced wildly among the dead.

"No wonder he doesn't need a dance partner..."

Han Fei was amazed by the old man's dance. He felt that the old man must have been extraordinary when he was young. He became increasingly curious about how the old man got to the deep world and who had cruelly gouged out his eyes and turned him into what he is now.

(End of this chapter)