My Healing Games

Chapter 767 The rain is still pouring down, and I'm so scared.

"Blood?"

The vulture looked at his fingers, the stench and stickiness of which he was all too familiar with, but he just couldn't understand why blood was seeping from the mirror.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the vulture raised its head in a daze. The vast workshop floor seemed to be shrouded in some kind of force, and a whole sea seemed to be hanging above its head, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

"This has never happened before. What's wrong with this mirror?"

Feeling apprehensive, but knowing the ritual had to continue, the vulture gently adjusted his mask, his gaze shifting between the mirror and Han Fei.

Han Fei wearing a raincoat and Han Fei in the mirror are clearly the same person, but they exude two different auras. Problems have already arisen before the ceremony has even officially begun.

Taking a step back, Vulture remembered what Raven had asked him to do, and he steeled himself to prompt Han Fei to raise his hand and touch the mirror.

"To become a core member of us, you must undergo this test."

"Now that death has blossomed, you will be the most beautiful flower. When Xinhu becomes a sea of ​​flowers, you will be reborn in a new world."

"I'll take you across the bridge."

The words spoken by the vulture seemed to trigger a signal in the mirror. With each word he uttered, the seemingly ordinary mirror would change, a heavy sense of death slowly emerging in the mirror, and drops of blood inexplicably slid down from the top of the mirror.

After he said "I'll take you across the bridge," the Han Fei in the mirror raised his head, as if trying to grab Han Fei's hand and prevent him from leaving.

Death intent gathered, and the vulture stared intently at the mirror. The most dangerous moment was about to begin. This special mirror would reflect all those killed by Han Fei. If Han Fei in the mirror could merge with all those who died unjustly, he would be promoted to a new core member.

For some reason, the vulture was too nervous to speak. He stared intently at the mirror, and in that deep darkness, the innocent laughter of a child suddenly rang out.

"Snapped!"

A small handprint was pressed on the mirror, and a boy who looked only a few years old appeared in the mirror. He was wearing the clothes of the orphanage and stood in the mirror, looking out curiously.

"He's here!" Vulture's brow twitched. "His first victim was a child..."

The boy seemed unaware that he was dead, pacing back and forth in the mirror, until the second, third, and fourth children appeared...

The vulture stared at the mirror, unable to breathe. He saw himself as a complete pervert, but as he looked at the thirty children crowding the mirror, at their innocent and naive faces, he felt a deep-seated fear.

"Thirty children from an orphanage? And this is just the beginning?"

The deathly aura in the mirror was still gathering! The torrential rain outside the workshop seemed to have blown off the roof and crashed directly to the ground. Vulture felt himself being pulled into a storm.

My fingers trembled uncontrollably, but the ceremony had to continue.

Normally, the vulture would wait until all the victims had appeared before proceeding to the next step, but he couldn't wait any longer; the mirrors that occupied one wall were already packed with people!

With a heaving chest, Vulture, suppressing his unease, spoke on behalf of the mirror to Han Fei, asking, "If you want to go to the other side of the bridge, you are destined to lose something. Are you really prepared? Are you willing to lose happiness and never be able to smile again?"

Thunder roared, seemingly exploding right next to his ears. Standing in front of the mirror, Han Fei remained silent and nodded slightly.

The moment he agreed, the innocent smiles vanished from the faces of the thirty murdered children in the mirror. Their eyes were filled with numbness and despair, and their little hands slapped the mirror, as if questioning Han Fei about why he made such a choice!

The vulture averted his gaze; he dared not look. Now, all he wanted was to end this quickly and leave. "Are you willing to be ruled by rage and receive the blessing of the gods?"

Han Fei nodded again, and fine cracks began to appear in the corner of the mirror. An ancient well appeared in the mirror, and a tree full of human heads grew in the well filled with desire. Under the tree was a shrine engraved with the scales of the soul.

"What is this thing? Who did he kill?" The situation had already deviated from Vulture's understanding, but what terrified him even more was yet to come.

Are you willing to embrace death, chase death, and spread death?

The vulture continued to question according to the ritual, and before Han Fei could answer, the thirty murdered children in the mirror began to change.

Monsters sprouted from their purest souls, each radiating astonishing resentment!

Besides the children, more and more things appeared that the vultures simply couldn't understand: a teacher with three mouths on his face, a madman with a cocoon in his heart, a butcher with a pig's face...

The mirror couldn't contain all of this; Han Fei had killed far too many people and souls, far exceeding the mirror's capacity.

The cracks spread from the corner toward the center, and Han Fei, standing in the center of the mirror, looked like a vortex of death!

All the souls killed by Han Fei rushed towards him, and he stood there in the mirror, letting them gnaw at him.

Han Fei had passed the first few questions smoothly, but Vulture was terrified. In order to end the matter as soon as possible, he asked the last question before all the souls had merged with Han Fei.

Are you willing to accept and be your true self?

The guinea pig also asked Bu Kaixin these questions back then. This is the process of the ritual: seeing death, merging with death, spreading death, and finally becoming death.

The vulture hadn't made any mistakes in the steps, but just as he asked the last question, all the noise in the workshop floor disappeared.

The crying stopped abruptly, the roars vanished abruptly, and the resentment and death wish were pushed into a corner. Outside the mirror, Han Fei stood with his head down, motionless; inside the mirror, however, Han Fei's shoulders trembled slightly, and a person's laughter came from beneath the mask.

At first, it was normal laughter, but as the ceremony progressed, the laughter became increasingly hysterical, and finally turned into uncontrollable maniacal laughter!
What had been hidden in Han Fei's mind was awakened by the ritual of the Killer Club!
The thirty dead children desperately tried to escape by hitting the mirror, and all the souls killed by Han Fei kept clashing with the deathly intent, causing more and more cracks to appear on the mirror.

A burst of maniacal laughter erupted amidst the thunder and torrential rain. Standing in the mirror, Han Fei slowly removed his mask. He stared at Han Fei outside the mirror, grabbed Han Fei's arm, and asked in an extremely sickly voice.

Would you like to be me?

Fine cracks instantly covered the mirror surface, and the mirror that occupied the entire wall shattered in an instant!

Amidst the flying debris, countless figures of Han Fei could be seen, their maniacal laughter echoing continuously in the workshop floor.

"Impossible! This mirror from the Shouxi Mirror Factory is the oldest mirror in the Killer Club, and the one with the most successful promotions for core members. It's the largest and most unique mirror; how could it possibly shatter?!" Vulture retreated repeatedly. He was a high-ranking member of the Killer Club, and although young, he had followed Raven for a long time and knew many secrets. However, it was precisely because of his knowledge that he found it all the more unbelievable.

"Has the thing in my mind started to appear in reality?" Han Fei stood on the broken pieces and slowly raised his head, recalling the entire ritual process.

Every step was the same as what Bu Kaixin had experienced back then, but every step was also different from what he had experienced back then.

"So this counts as a failed promotion?" Han Fei turned to look at the vulture and walked step by step in front of him: "You seem to have seen my face just now."

"N-no!" Vulture had completely lost his perverted demeanor; he appeared perfectly normal at this moment, waving his arms wildly before collapsing to the ground: "There were a lot of people outside earlier, and I was a bit impolite. How about I kneel down for you now?"

"I'm asking you if you saw my face or not?" Han Fei slowly moved his body, his hand emerging from under his raincoat and grabbing the vulture's neck.

In terms of size, Vulture and Han Fei are similar, but Han Fei gives Vulture a feeling that he is completely unable to resist, as if thirty weeping souls are following behind him.

"Didn't see it!" The vulture's mask fell to the ground, revealing a fairly handsome face: "Don't kill me, give me a chance!"

"Opportunity?" Han Fei slowly loosened his grip. "How long have you been in the murder club? Do you know any of the core members?"

"I was among the first to join in four years! I'm quite familiar with Crow, and he'd ask me to call him 'Big Brother' in private."

"Did a murder club already exist four years ago?" Han Fei gestured for Vulture to put his mask back on. "I can spare your life, but you'll have to cooperate with me on some things."

"I'll do anything you want." A deeply hidden malice flashed in the vulture's eyes: "Shall I send you out?"

“Come with me.” Han Fei grasped the vulture’s arms and bent them backward forcefully.

A scream suddenly rang out, and Vulture collapsed to the ground in pain again: "Didn't you say you wouldn't kill me? I really didn't see what you looked like! Please let me go!"

"I'm letting you come with me, so just keep your legs. If you say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart." Han Fei stepped on the shards of mirror, and the image of the victims in the mirror flashed through Vulture's mind again. He immediately shut his mouth.

Vulture, a senior member of the Killer Club, felt a tremor in his legs for the first time.

The dilapidated mechanical elevator rose upwards. The blue crab and the dwarf had been waiting at the elevator door for a while. They had also heard the sounds coming from the workshop floor and were very curious.

"Did you get promoted successfully?" The dwarf looked at Han Fei: "I haven't received any notification from the core members. What happened just now?"

Han Fei didn't answer the dwarf's question, but casually asked in return, "You two are also high-ranking members of the killing club, right? How much blood have you spilled on your hands?"

“I killed everyone who looked down on me, but then I couldn’t stop. It’s addictive! So I started killing those who pitied me!” The dwarf was very thin, but he chose a fierce tiger mask. His laugh was awful.

Compared to the dwarf, the blue crab seemed more shrewd. He simply said, "I like to eat offal, fresh offal."

"It seems there isn't a single good person in your murder club." Han Fei walked over to the Blue Crab and the Dwarf. "If I were to go easy on you, it would be disrespectful to the dead."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Fei had already swung his whip kick at the blue crab's chest. Before the dwarf could get anything, he kicked out again.

The roar of machinery drowned out the screams. Vulture watched Han Fei repairing his companion, cold sweat dripping down his back. That man was like a capricious tyrant, capable of killing without any reason.

Thinking of the countless corpses reflected in the mirror, Vulture felt a chill run through his body; he had provoked the most terrifying monster!

Turning his head to look at the torrential rain outside the window, Vulture felt as if all the large raindrops were falling on his heart, making his heart tremble.

"What should I do? Where is he going to take me next? He definitely won't let me go! I need to find a chance to escape, even if it means turning myself in."

The heavy rain was still falling, and he was terrified.

After the blue crab and the dwarf were completely unable to move, Han Fei paused in front of the meat grinder for a while, scaring the three of them so much that they didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

"Let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Han Fei led Vulture away from Shouxi Mirror Factory, and he rode the rented motorcycle towards Jin Jun's house.

He planned to find a way to pull Vulture into the deeper world, and after performing memory reconstruction surgery on him, make him his temporary ally. Vulture was just the first step; Han Fei's real target was Raven.

……

At 11:30 p.m., a strange noise came from an abandoned building in the northern suburbs of Xinhu. The door, which was equipped with five combination locks, was pushed open and a man wearing a guinea pig mask slammed an encrypted mobile phone onto a long table.

“Vulture, Crab, and Tiger—three senior members of the club have all gone missing at the Shouxi Mirror Factory! Crow, you were too careless.”

The man wearing a raven mask on the other side of the long table propped his legs up on the tabletop: "So what?"

"The mirrors in the basement of the Shouxi Mirror Factory were smashed. The promotion ceremony was neither successful nor a failure."

"Broken?" The crow stood up from its chair, looking at the guinea pig in disbelief. "How is this possible?"

"That mirror seems to have been crushed," the guinea pig said with certainty. "It was crushed by the spirits of the people he killed."

(End of this chapter)