My Healing Games

Chapter 757 I'm a little nervous
The old man's dance ended in the darkness, and the ghosts in the room returned to the mirror once more.

With his hands hanging down, the old man seemed to be dancing with his life, like a leaf slowly falling to the roots of a tree, each dance representing a lifetime.

His hollowed-out eye sockets stared blankly at the mirror. The old man's peculiar aura slowly disappeared. His back was still hunched, his white hair was disheveled, and the wrinkles on his skin were more pronounced.

"Grandpa, can I try going on stage?" Han Fei can't dance, but he has an amazing memory and absolute control over his body. He has memorized every movement of the old man and can perfectly "copy" it.

"Anytime is fine. Even if you don't join the club in the end, you can still come and dance later." The old man seemed to have just come to his senses, turned around, and replied to the direction from which Han Fei had spoken.

"Okay." Han Fei didn't stand on ceremony. He wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible and then explore the place properly after his health recovered.

Han Fei sheathed the Rebirth Blade and stood in the center of the stage.

He is an actor, familiar with all kinds of stages. He used to perform silently on stages without an audience, showcasing his life.

His hands, like ripples on a lake, slowly stretched out to both sides. Han Fei combined the grace and masculinity of the human body. He concentrated on recalling every movement of the old man and did his best to achieve the most perfect form.

At first, Han Fei was just doing it for the mission, but as he danced, he felt as if the movements were calling to him, like a rushing stream that flowed naturally across the land without needing to be deliberately modified.

"Is this the dance of the deeper world?"

The ghostly markings on Han Fei's body were triggered, as if they were some kind of totem engraved on his body. He no longer tried to do each movement perfectly, but began to experience the power contained within these movements.

Just as Han Fei had guessed, the old man was not performing an ordinary dance; it was likely some kind of sacrificial dance.

When Han Fei was halfway through his jump, faint gray shadows appeared on the surrounding mirrors, and faces, appearing and disappearing, quietly peeked out from the mirrors.

The indoor temperature began to drop steadily, but Han Fei, who was completely absorbed in the dance, did not notice it.

As the dance continued, Han Fei began to hear whispers and noticed changes in the scene before him.

The seemingly ordinary mirrors revealed scenes of bloodshed and cruelty: death, slaughter, and despair. All the horror revolved around a shrine, a shrine unlike any Han Fei had ever seen before.

It was entirely pieced together from corpses, with the base made of the arms of living people and the gate made of a dissected chest.

When Han Fei tried to look into the Divine Gate, his eyes felt as if they were being pricked by needles, a stinging sensation spreading through them.

His movements were slightly slow, but in order to complete the mission, Han Fei endured the pain and continued to jump.

The whispers in his ear slowly faded away, and the scene before him returned to normal. The mirrors were still the same mirrors, but the shrine was no longer reflected in them; only Han Fei and the old man whose eyes had been gouged out remained.

Han Fei forced himself to finish the last move, then collapsed onto the stage. His back was soaked with sweat, and his cheeks were covered in cold sweat. It felt like he had just brushed with death.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully completed the dance, gained basic dance ability, and obtained the E-level special dance - Sinner."

"Beginner Dance: Dancing with heart can improve this ability. Skill points can be used to improve it, but it can only be improved up to advanced mastery."

"Sinner (E-level Rare Dance): You are a sinner dancing in shackles. You dance wildly on a stage without an audience, offering sacrifices to the souls you have killed with your own hands."

"Attention! This dance has a chance to attract the spirits of the dead, and a chance to temporarily increase physical strength, mental strength and mental threshold. It can only be triggered once every 24 hours."

The system notification sounded, and Han Fei felt that his efforts were worthwhile.

"You jumped well, you have a lot of talent." The old man stared at Han Fei with his dark eyes, a satisfied look on his face.

"You can't see it, how do you know I danced well?"

“Your dance touched many souls; I can hear their voices. Good dance is not just about fancy movements and difficult techniques.” The old man silently held up a few fingers: “Heart, feeling, fusion, communicating with the world through the body—this is my understanding of dance.”

"Teacher, can I learn to dance with you?" Han Fei was very curious about the old man's identity, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to ask directly. Once they got closer, everything would be easier to discuss.

"You want to learn from me?" The old man hesitated. "My dance will bring bad luck. Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Han Fei replied confidently.

“Then I can’t teach you.” The usually taciturn old man seemed to be in a better mood after meeting Han Fei: “You can try to discover other interests and hobbies. I can sense that your real interest is not dancing.”

An old man and a young boy walked out of the dance studio, and Han Fei returned to the "Calligraphy Practice Center," where he entered the room filled with the character for "death."

“This is where some other members like to hang out, but unfortunately they haven’t been back for a long time, and we don’t know where they went.” The old man stood outside holding a black umbrella; he didn’t go inside.

Han Fei, focused solely on completing the mission, looked at the room full of the character for "death" and needed to find the most unique one among them.

Since there was no time limit, Han Fei simply sat in the room and started reading it word by word.

At first, Han Fei didn't think anything of it, but the more he looked at it, the more uneasy he felt.

If you keep staring at one word for too long, it will start to feel unfamiliar.

Han Fei stayed in the room filled with the character for "death" for half an hour, and he had almost forgotten how to recognize the character.

In his eyes, the characters for "death" seemed to be slowly changing shape, as if they were moving on their own.

"Calligraphy is an art that reflects life. The author's joys and sorrows are all imbued in the words. Every word of death is like a bloody knife, and every word feels like a human life to me."

Han Fei didn't understand calligraphy appreciation, but he had extensive experience dealing with ghosts and monsters. As the characters gradually distorted, he immediately drew his Rebirth Slaughtering Knife.

The blade of humanity gleamed, and Han Fei, wielding a butcher's knife, began to trace the characters for "death."

It simply lays a blank sheet of paper over the original characters and rewrites them with a resurrection knife.

This blade, forged from the essence of humanity, can clearly sense killing. Most of the words for "death" contain hatred and murderous intent, since the word itself carries the meaning of death and destruction.

A full hour passed, and just as Han Fei was about to use the Rebirth Butcher's Blade to write the character for "death" in the corner behind the door, the light on the blade suddenly disappeared.

"The deceased did not wish to destroy that word."

There was a character for "death" written in the most inconspicuous place inside the house, but this character for "death" seemed different from the others, as it did not exude any malevolence.

Just as Han Fei noticed the difference in this character, all the other "death" characters in the room transformed into the faces of dead people. They remained in their dying state, coldly staring at Han Fei, as if preparing to tear off his face and leave it there.

Without any hesitation, Han Fei wanted to use the Rebirth Blade to carve out that special character for "death," but the character for "death" slowly transformed into the soul of a child.

"His name is Xiaogou (Little Dog). He's a child that one of the members here found. He's very timid and a bit simple-minded. Please don't hurt him," the old man called out to Han Fei inside the house, as if he had just remembered something.

Han Fei also stopped what he was doing. The dead faces stared at him intently. As long as he didn't hurt the puppy, the dead people didn't seem to hurt him either.

"Attention player number 0000: You have successfully found the most special character, gained basic calligraphy skills, and learned how to write the character 'death'."

"Calligraphy: one of your basic hobbies, but it doesn't really suit you."

"Death Word Writing (E-level Special Font): Writing divine script with a special font will trigger unexpected effects."

Han Fei listened to the system's prompts. It seemed that the interests and hobbies in the deep world could change a lot of things. If used well, their effects should not be much worse than those of hidden professions.

"It seems I need to become someone with a wide range of interests."

Han Fei had already completed the two requirements of this ordinary E-level mission. He walked under the old man's black umbrella, and the two of them arrived at the "garden" together.

Compared to the other two scenes, this one is more cruel and direct, with each flower representing a person.

"My task is to pick a flower and make sure it doesn't wither immediately."

Stepping into the "garden," the eerie feeling is hard to describe. The ground is covered with corpses, and the dismembered heads are neatly arranged.

"Who among you is willing to leave with me?" Han Fei used his power of words to communicate with the "plants."

The flowers of souls trembled as they awoke within their own bodies, glancing furtively at Han Fei.

Han Fei didn't know how flowers made from living people bloomed, nor did he want to know. If he could, he wanted to take all these "flowers" with him.

Black raindrops fell into the flower field, each drop seeping into their souls. They struggled to crawl out of their shattered skulls, but the black rain seemed like black threads, stitching them back to their corpses.

The only way to regain freedom seems to be to "bloom," for the soul to explode, only in this way can one break free from constraints.

Picking up the shovel beside him, Han Fei prepared to dig out the corpses, but the souls showed expressions of extreme fear.

Hearing the commotion in the yard, the old man also spoke up to dissuade them: "If you cut the roots of the flower, it will never be able to bloom again."

"I just wanted to try out the hydroponics that's so popular these days." Han Fei dug up the ground and saw a dense network of blood vessels underground.

The blood vessels of all the corpses had grown together, so if one corpse was dragged out, several other corpses around it would be affected.

"You mustn't damage this place. If the gardener sees it, she'll be very angry." The old man touched the iron gate and urged Han Fei to leave.

"The gardener? Is she a member here too?"

"Yes, judging from her voice, she seems to be a very petite and kind old lady, but it seems that none of the people in the club who angered her have made a sound since then," the old man kindly reminded her.

"No more sounds came out..." Han Fei looked at the flower field. Those who had provoked the gardener were probably all buried in the ground.

Reason told him he should be careful, but the mission was just one step away from completion.

Han Fei put the shovel back in its original position and combed through the blood vessels on the corpse with his hands. He wanted to try to dig out a corpse and take it away, hoping to save as many as possible.

But before he could dig any deeper, the old man who had been advising Han Fei suddenly fell silent, and Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned around and glanced around; a huge figure had appeared at the entrance to the back alley at some point.

Standing over three meters tall and with a robust and imposing physique, she dragged the corpse of a monster in her left hand, her five fingers gripping the monster's head as if it were a toy; her right hand was deformed and swollen, covered with the curses of the dead.

"What are you doing?" A voice that didn't match the size of the gardener's voice came from his mouth; it sounded like the grumpy old lady next door.

Han Fei touched his veins, not daring to move, while the old man whose eyes had been gouged out silently walked to the side with an umbrella, as if he was also looking for someone.

(End of this chapter)