My Healing Games

Chapter 779 Completing What I've Always Wanted to Do
"A massive amount of resentment?"

This was the first time Han Fei had seen such a description in a system notification. He remained quietly in place, not daring to make a sound.

The enormous monster lay in the middle of the street, its deformed ears resting on the pool of blood.

The blood that slowly dissipated in the black rain was licked by the child on the monster's ear, and its enormous body slowly began to move.

From the skin pieced together from children's clothes came the painful screams of children. The monster raised its completely mutated head and looked toward the room where Han Fei was.

"How did they find me?"

Han Fei's fingers dug into his skin. Just as he was about to summon the Great Evil, the old man beside him suddenly cut a rope from the back window.

One after another, mutilated and stinking corpses fell from the roof of the nearby house; they seemed to be the "rations" the old man had stored up for himself.

Seeing that he was being targeted by the enormous resentment, the old man had no choice but to give up on them to buy himself some time.

The rolling corpse attracted the attention of "Di Ting". The monster crawled towards the building next to it, but the deformed child's face next to its ear kept screaming, as if reminding the monster that it had gone the wrong way.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the old man, whose back had sprouted strange plants, quickly went downstairs, preparing to escape to another place.

Han Fei, of course, would not waste the time the old man had bought him; he held the Rebirth Slayer Knife and followed closely behind the old man.

With only one drop of blood left, he maximized the characteristics of the Midnight Butcher. The less blood he had, the greater his physical attributes improved. He was incredibly fast, and the old man couldn't shake him off at all.

When the two ran down to the first floor, the old man turned around and glared fiercely at Han Fei, as if telling Han Fei with his eyes—get lost!
Han Fei, who had allocated all his attribute points to stamina, seemed not to understand the old man's meaning and continued to follow him closely. The two of them went into an underground passage and arrived at a general store at the end of the street.

This was the old man's real home, and he really didn't want Han Fei to come in. But if a conflict broke out, it would attract the monster. In the end, he suppressed the urge to tear Han Fei to pieces and hid with Han Fei on the second floor of the general store.

"Boom!"

Just a few seconds later, the building where they had been hiding was destroyed by "Di Ting". The furniture and the corpses that the old man had stored inside were all smashed. There was nothing intact there.

"The monster seems to be not very intelligent. It cannot determine whether its prey is still alive, so it can only crush them all."

Han Fei looked at the old man, who was also glaring at him, seemingly cursing Han Fei with his eyes.

"If I had logged on a few minutes later, I might have been buried alive." Thinking of this, Han Fei met the old man's gaze defiantly.

When faced with a powerful external enemy, internal conflicts will be temporarily put aside, and once the external pressure disappears, the internal strife will begin.

After destroying the building, Di Ting began wandering the streets for more than ten minutes before heading to other neighborhoods.

The old man's tense nerves relaxed, and his snake-like eyes stared at Han Fei. His mouth opened, revealing that his teeth were covered with something resembling mold, which looked extremely creepy.

"It's all because of you that all my bait has been wasted!" A hoarse, unpleasant voice squeezed out from the old man's throat; he seemed to have not spoken for a long time.

"I thought you were mute?" Han Fei held the Rebirth Slayer Blade across his chest. "I found that room first. If you hadn't lured the monster there, I wouldn't have been in danger."

Faced with Han Fei's attempt to shift the blame, the old man was so angry that the plants on his back trembled: "All the buildings on this street near the intersection belong to me!"

"Don't be angry. What's that on your back? A flowerpot?" Han Fei knew that Di Ting hadn't gone far. Given the old man's fear of death, he probably wouldn't really fight him. At most, he would just use some underhanded tricks.

Hearing Han Fei say this, the old man became even more furious, as if the plant on his back was a disgrace to his entire life.

"You wouldn't happen to be a creation of the gods, would you?" Han Fei shook his head after saying that. "No, you're too weak. You probably aren't."

When the work of the gods was mentioned, the old man, who was originally trembling with anger, gradually calmed down, and fear overwhelmed all his emotions.

In this region shrouded in black rain, the word "god" represents too much.

The old man retreated to the corner of the wall, and he stretched out his arm, which had been hidden in his sleeve and was also covered with mold: "How could I be the work of a god? I am just a piece of waste. The monster that was crawling outside just now was the masterpiece of a god."

Noticing that the old man's tone had softened, Han Fei used both his verbal and floral abilities to continue asking, "Why are they hunting you? Has anything happened in this area recently?"

Han Fei was well aware of the reasons for the unrest in this region, but he was adept at using the art of rhetoric to distance himself from everything.

“Last night, someone in the inner district killed the work of the gods. I don’t know the specific reason. I only know that the door on the ground floor of the skyscraper was suddenly opened and the work of the gods ran out.” The old man was caught off guard. He hadn’t noticed that Han Fei’s voice had changed. He just thought that Han Fei looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

"Did that monster escape from the skyscraper?" Han Fei felt he couldn't stay in the inner area any longer; this place was far too dangerous. "How about we go to the outer area to lay low for a while? Do you know the way out?"

The old man didn't answer immediately; he seemed to be engaged in a fierce internal struggle: "There are many streets connecting the inner and outer districts, but we bear the mark of the Black Rain and will never be able to escape. We are just waste, trash that can be killed and discarded at any time. It is already a blessing from the gods that we are barely struggling to avoid being completely destroyed."

"Since you already think of yourself as worthless trash, why are you still struggling so desperately? Making bait? Having multiple burrows? You don't want to be destroyed at all. Even if this world is terrible, you still have attachment to it." Han Fei used his Word Power ability again: "Escape to the outer area. It will be much safer there."

Just as the old man was about to be persuaded by Han Fei, the sound of rain outside the window suddenly increased, and the raindrops falling on the window turned red, as if children were hitting the glass with their bleeding hands.

Han Fei only sensed something was wrong when he saw this, but the old man's reaction was much stronger. His entire face was wrinkled and he cried out, "Oh no, that thing is coming!"

Without saying a word, the old man turned and ran. Han Fei glanced out the window as he left.

A child stood under a broken streetlamp at the alley entrance. The child was carrying a schoolbag, with his head down, and looked no different from any other child.

In a place where all the residents are deformed and distorted, the appearance of such a normal child suddenly made Han Fei feel uneasy.

"The rainwater turned into blood after it fell on the child? What was in his schoolbag?"

The great calamity within the ghostly markings warned Han Fei, and a system notification also sounded in Han Fei's mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered the eleventh creation of the gods—the child who doesn't like to go home."

"The child who doesn't like going home (special resentment): This child is very afraid to go home. No one knows what is hidden in his house. In short, you must be careful when you meet him and never let him follow you home."

"Another peculiar grudge?"

When Han Fei looked down at the streetlight again, the child was gone. He felt a chill run down his spine: "Could that child be coming home with me?"

Not daring to linger, Han Fei chased after the old man, fleeing frantically outwards.

"Let's split up! Don't follow me anymore!"

Once outside the room, the old man worried that his voice would be heard by "Di Ting," so he kept trying to signal Han Fei with his eyes. Unfortunately, Han Fei was like a leech, impossible to shake off.

"You're too old, how can you manage on your own?"

Crossing the intersection, the old man led Han Fei into empty houses, but no matter where they hid, just as they were about to catch their breath, there would be a knock on the door. The child seemed determined to go home with them.

Why would the creations of the gods descend into madness?

The old man grew increasingly frightened as he realized the child was deliberately leading them toward the skyscrapers, and they were now getting further and further away from the outer area.

"We can't run away anymore!"

A few withered leaves fell from the plants on his back. The old man trembled as he looked towards the end of the rainy night, standing entirely in the shadow of a skyscraper: "Once we enter the building, we'll never be able to get out again!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A rapid knocking sounded at the door, and it seemed that the child who didn't like to go home was standing outside. To make matters worse, the super-sized resentful listening beast was also moving in this direction. If they were to form an encirclement, Han Fei and the old man would have no chance of escape.

"I'll risk it all! Rather than going into the skyscraper and being left with neither life nor death, I'd rather take a gamble here!" Whenever the old man became agitated, the strange plant on his back would start drawing his blood, and then foul-smelling black impurities would seep out from under his skin.

Han Fei didn't know what the old man's abilities were, and he also had to be wary of being stabbed in the back by the old man at the last moment.

The situation is indeed very bad. Han Fei dares not release the Great Evil casually, as it is his only support. If the Great Evil is lured away by the child outside the door, no one will be able to deal with that enormous resentment.

What other cards do I have up my sleeve?

The knocking sounded like a death knell, and Di Ting began to speed up its approach. Han Fei gritted his teeth and whispered to the old man, "Help me stall for time."

"Why should I? Do you think you can live on your own just because I'm dead?" The plant behind the old man began to grow rapidly, like a child, and his body and sanity were gradually being drained away.

“I’ve always wanted to try something, but I never had the chance on my own turf. This place is so close to the skyscrapers, so it shouldn’t matter how much trouble I cause.” Han Fei quickly walked into the room next door, opened the attribute panel, and subconsciously glanced at the exit button.

The miracle did not occur, and Han Fei then used another of his active skills.

He took out the Soul-Summoning Bell from his inventory and shook it frantically while whispering, "Summon the soul!"

Blood instantly covered the attribute panel, and the Gate of Hell slowly opened, revealing that terrifying sea of ​​blood.

"Everything turns blood red when you log out of or log back into the game; this sea of ​​blood may be the true appearance of the deeper world."

This time, Han Fei did not directly pronounce a person's name as he usually did. He knew that there was a chance of failure in summoning a spirit, and there was a certain probability that he would summon something else.

Now he needs to keep the Great Evil alive to save his life, so he's pinning his hopes on summoning the soul.

The sea of ​​blood rippled, and countless ghostly faces frantically tore at it. However, because Han Fei had not uttered the name of the soul for a long time, the ghostly faces slowly surged toward Han Fei on the side of the Gate of Hell.

Summoning spirits comes at a price. Han Fei doesn't know what the price is yet, but he knows that if he doesn't call out a name, those ghostly faces might drag him into a sea of ​​blood!
To prevent a summoning ritual from failing, you can't summon people with extremely low luck, like Shen Luo and Huang Ying, nor can you summon those who are afflicted by yin energy.

After much thought, a face appeared in Han Fei's mind; he had just confirmed the other person's identity that evening.

The Soul Bell jingled, and Han Fei softly called Ye Xian's name toward the Ghost Gate.

One after another, ghostly faces suspended in the sea of ​​blood crashed into it with terrifying ferocity, but not a single one returned.

"The summoning of the spirit failed?"

Ye Xian did not appear, nor did anything else emerge from the sea of ​​blood.

Han Fei watched as the gates of hell slowly closed, and shouted again, "Summon the soul!"

The gates of hell, which were about to close, were forced open again, but the sea of ​​blood seemed to have become somewhat turbulent.

There's something underwater!

Han Fei saw a shadow rising from beneath the blood. The immense pressure caused the Great Evil to scream in agony, and the ghostly faces on the surface of the water began to scatter and flee.

The most important thing to do at this point is to immediately end the soul-summoning ceremony and close the gates of hell, but Han Fei, like the protagonist in a horror movie who always sabotages his teammates, turned around and ran away.

The old man outside the door was also pounding his heart when he saw Han Fei rush out. He thought that other works of the gods had entered the room.

What were you doing just now?

"To accomplish what I've always wanted to do!"

(End of this chapter)