My Healing Games

Chapter 773 Have you ever been cut by light?

Han Fei's words ignited the two-headed man's rage, and his deathly eyes stared intently at Han Fei's face.

The souls living in the Black Rain are all deeply hidden, and they are used to playing dumb to deceive others, so the two-headed man has never seen such an arrogant person here before.

"Are you courting death?" The man did not make a move immediately. Han Fei's soul was shrouded in the mist of the shrine, and he could not see through it.

"Looking for death?" Han Fei laughed unrestrainedly: "Death is just the beginning. Those who have a grudge against me will have their offerings stolen after death and will never have peace. You should think carefully before you make a move."

"I've never seen you in any other district. Where did you come from?" The more confident Han Fei appeared, the less the two-headed man dared to make a move.

"Have you ever heard of underworld messengers?" Han Fei was playing the role of a postman in the mail delivery mission, but the two professions differed by only one word. In Han Fei's view, underworld messengers and postmen were pretty much the same.

The two-headed man did not understand what Han Fei was saying. He had never seen a ghost messenger, but judging from Han Fei's tone of voice, it seemed to be a very scary profession. Just this profession alone could give Han Fei enough confidence.

Having lived in the Black Rain region for many years, the two-headed man has survived the most brutal life-and-death struggles to this day, and caution and prudence have been etched into his soul.

He is conflicted; he wants to take action against Han Fei, but he is also very wary of him.

Han Fei didn't have so many concerns. He could log off and leave at any time. What he needed to consider was whether he would encounter a "ghost" when he logged back in.

To avoid being "camped" by the two-headed man, Han Fei considered several plans. The first was to scare him away and leave in the most natural way; the second was to confront him directly and see if he could kill him, and if that didn't work, he would quit the game.

Having acquired several shrines, Han Fei was no longer the same as before; his physical attributes and combat abilities had greatly improved.

Han Fei might have been afraid of ghosts and monsters in the past, but after dying ninety-nine times in the Paradise, his will became incredibly firm, and no fear could shake him.

"If the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, who dares to keep you alive until dawn? If you dare to block the path of the underworld messengers, even the gods can't save you." Han Fei walked towards the two-headed man, holding a black umbrella. Retreating would be a sign of weakness, so he could only move forward, even knowing that it would lead to a collision.

"I don't care who you are, once you enter this area, you have to follow its rules." The two-headed man finally made his move. The death aura around him gathered on the surface of his skin, forming a shrine totem pieced together from the severed limbs. A strange character appeared on his two heads—囍 (double happiness).

The word seemed to be an unspeakable masterpiece. It was because of this name that the two-headed man became a monster that was neither human nor ghost, and it was also because of this name that he possessed extremely terrifying abilities.

"You have your rules, but I have mine." Han Fei is the Dawn Butcher. The lower his health is, the higher his attribute bonuses become. At this moment, he only has a little health left after being drained by the Paradise Shrine. This is the peak of his strength and agility. With the added bonus from the Night Shift Security Guard of the Dead Building, his speed has already broken through the current player's limit.

"Accelerate." Han Fei used his Word of Power to increase his speed again; he had learned this move from Kuang Xiao.

"Accelerate!" He used all the incantation abilities he could use each day to accelerate himself, and then used Art Appreciation on the two-headed man.

The two-headed man was merely a creation of the gods. However, the application of artistic appreciation to the two-headed man produced unexpected results, and Han Fei clearly saw the man's terror and weakness.

The monster's power didn't stem from hatred or intense resentment; all its abilities originated from the "囍" character on its forehead, which could gather the intent of death.

"What a pitiful fellow, treated like trash that can be thrown away at will, yet he still treats that person as his master and serves them loyally." Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife from his inventory. When the two-headed man saw Han Fei take out a knife hilt, his attention shifted to Han Fei's hand.

"You dare to insult the gods in the inner district? You're really tired of living!"

"Not everyone in this world is qualified to be called a god. Those who can bring hope and light are gods. These guys who try every means to sow death and fear can only be called slightly stronger ghosts at most." Han Fei always kept his rationality. As the two-headed man was wary of the hilt of his knife, he silently recited the name of the Great Evil. Instantly, the aura of disaster surged towards the two-headed man like a torrent.

"There is no light in this world, nor is there any need for light!" The man, his head drooping on his shoulders, opened his mouth and chanted a strange incantation. His whole body was burning with deathly intent as he rushed towards Han Fei at an extremely fast speed!
Han Fei didn't know what those incantations were for, so he simply grabbed the Great Evil from the ghost patterns and threw it over!

The Great Evil, with its thick skin and flesh, had devoured part of the Dream's consciousness in the Paradise Shrine. It was growing in a completely opposite direction to the Butterfly, becoming increasingly powerful and unsolvable.

With its massive body, five or six meters tall, covered in ferocious spikes and soul poison, Da Nie didn't even need to lift a finger; just standing there was enough to send chills down one's spine.

The two-headed man never expected that Han Fei, who was holding the hilt of a knife and seemed ready for close combat, would throw out such a huge thing the next second.

He was already halfway there when he collided head-on with Da Nie, his body enveloped in deathly intent.

"Oh!"

The spikes pierced the skin, and the soul poison flowed through the deformed and ugly soul. The two-headed man let out a scream, and even the "囍" character on his forehead dimmed a little.

"Can't even beat my pet?" Han Fei stood behind Da Nie, feeling that his combination with Da Nie was very strong.

Having finally escaped from the ghostly markings, the Great Evil didn't care where it was. Driven by Han Fei, it pounced on the two-headed man.

When others sensed the indescribable aura contained within the character "囍", their first reaction would definitely be to avoid it. However, after Da Nie discovered the indescribable aura, it specifically attacked the man's head, wishing it could bite off and devour those two "囍" characters.

Where had this brutal, two-headed monster ever been before? It was as if the creature was afraid the gods wouldn't be angry, and it deliberately used this method to humiliate them.

"Aren't you going to be cursed by the heavens for keeping a pet like this?!" The two-headed man was locked in combat with the Great Evil. His gaze, filled with deathly intent and curses, had no effect on the Great Evil. He was no match for the Great Evil in hand-to-hand combat and could only barely hold on.

"It seems I don't need to take action." While saying he wasn't going to intervene, Han Fei was actually constantly adjusting his position and maintaining constant communication with Da Nie.

Han Fei has only one drop of blood, but he possesses the sharpest blade of rebirth. Just one chance to strike is enough.

Art appreciation pinpointed the two-headed man's weakness, and just as the man began to back down, Han Fei finally made his move.

He hid behind the Great Demon, and as the two-headed man did his best to dodge the Great Demon's attack, a dazzling blade of light slashed out from his blind spot.

The two-headed man hadn't seen light in a long time, and he couldn't understand why such a dazzling light existed in the deep world.

"To be reborn!"

The blade flashed past, and the two-headed man suddenly felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders; he had never felt so relaxed before.

His gaze swirled in the air, and the man saw his own neck, shoulders, and back.

The double happiness symbol was split open, and the man's head finally fell into a giant mouth that resembled an abyss, where it was swallowed along with an unspeakable breath.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully defeated the special vengeful spirit—the nineteenth creation of the gods!"

"囍 (the nineteenth work of the gods): It was just an ordinary resentment, but with the blessing of the gods, it possessed power that was no less than that of a large resentment."

"Attention! Successfully defeating a deity's work will grant you a large experience reward and the deity's curse—Hatred!"

"Beware! When the gods awaken, they will transform all those they hate into new creations!"

"I've been cursed by the unspeakable curse again?" Han Fei found it hard to accept. He glanced at Da Nie, who was still savoring the unspeakable aura, and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "I was just acting casually. Who knew that after the game's exit button lit up, I would become so brave and powerful?"

The Great Demon was imbued with various indescribable auras, which could be sensed by ghosts and monsters within hundreds of meters. Han Fei quickly retrieved the Great Demon back into the Ghost Pattern and then fled towards the outer area at full speed.

He was fast, but he was still a little too late. All the ghosts and monsters hidden in the inner area were converging on this place, and Da Nie excitedly kept issuing warnings, making Han Fei's scalp tingle.

"The collapse of the mansion had already attracted a lot of attention, but after Xi was killed, those people went even crazier."

The road was blocked, and Han Fei dared not clash with the ghosts and monsters here. He found a relatively safe corner and gently pressed the exit button.

"I'll have to play it safe after logging into the game again. But I've drawn most people's attention, so I should be able to keep that super rare flower."

The city was frozen in blood, and Han Fei was somewhat surprised to find that this time, exiting the game took longer than ever before.

He looked towards the other side of the blood-red city, where something seemed to be preventing him from leaving from the skyscraper that pierced through the dark clouds. An indescribable, terrifying power was seeping out from the building, as if forcing Han Fei to kneel and worship.

Amidst the mingling of blood, laughter rang in Han Fei's ears. He and the blood-soaked figure behind him stood back to back, and even the power of the gods did not make them flinch.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei took off his game helmet and exhaled a breath of stale air. He couldn't forget the scene he saw when he finally quit the game.

"Is that blood-soaked figure standing behind me the one who laughs maniacally? The game is a loading of consciousness and soul; I can see him every time I log in and out of the game..."

Stepping out of the game pod, Han Fei poured himself a glass of hot water. He sat at his computer desk, reflecting on his experiences in the game.

"The maniacal laugh wasn't the one who killed those children; he wanted to save them. And the Crimson Night, forbidden by Immortal Pharmaceuticals, isn't so simple either. The real culprit is the one who drove those children to their deaths and insane!"

All the pain and despair of the past were taken away by his maniacal laughter, which is why Han Fei no longer needed to carry any heavy memories.

"He will always stand by me, and that alone is enough."

Han Fei's gaze inadvertently fell on the script on the table. At the very beginning, the first play he acted in was "Twin Flowers".

"At first glance, one doesn't understand the meaning of the play; upon closer inspection, one becomes a character in the play."

(End of this chapter)