My Healing Games

Chapter 790 A Human Face in Blood
The reporter picked up Han Fei's glass of blood wine and drank it all in one gulp, as if only alcohol could help him numb the pain and let him temporarily forget the worm in his brain.

"Have you investigated the welfare homes run by Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals?"

Han Fei's expression changed, and he pointed to his face: "Have you ever seen a child with a healing personality?"

“I’ve forgotten everything about those children. If you really want to know, you can go find the people who put the bugs in my brain.” The reporter casually tossed Han Fei’s wine glass aside: “Alright, let me see that passage you mentioned.”

"no problem."

Han Fei took two steps back, moving his finger across the attribute panel.

"spiritualism!"

The splattered blood instantly tore through the attribute panel, and the heavy stench of blood, like a long-brewing storm, engulfed the small room in the blink of an eye.

The reporter, who had been lying on his side on the bed, had an incredulous expression on his face. He supported himself with his arm and stared intently at Han Fei.

He couldn't see the ghost gate torn open by the attribute plane, but he could clearly feel a continuous stream of terrifying aura emanating from somewhere in the room, and the bloody smell didn't belong to the skyscraper.

"Huang Ying!"

Two simple Chinese characters made the storm on the sea of ​​blood even more violent. The other monster summoned by Han Fei also seemed to sense something, and the blood shadow was moving wildly in the building.

The ghostly faces floating on the sea began to scream, and under Han Fei's forceful control, they crashed into the sea of ​​blood one after another.

Shaking the soul-guiding bell, Huang Ying's name was bitten by a ghost face and dragged out of the sea.

Five fingers gripped the edge of the gate to hell, drops of blood dripping down his white coat. Huang Ying, followed by a constantly twisting and changing nightmare, walked out of the gate to hell step by step.

Huang Ying's dark pupils, which had been completely immersed in a nightmare, gradually returned to normal. After seeing Han Fei, the expression on Huang Ying's face slowly softened: "What do you need me to do?"

Huang Ying never asked Han Fei what trouble he was in; as long as it was within his power, everything was fine.

"Are you aiming for level 40?" Han Fei hadn't expected Huang Ying to level up so quickly; he was increasingly exuding the aura of the number one player.

"I've selected the three most suitable professions for myself from more than a dozen hidden professions, and I've already completed the third job advancement. I should be able to help you a bit." Huang Ying used to just have the level, and his mentality was the same as that of an ordinary player. But ever since he was pulled into the dream by the butterfly and killed countless times by the mother that the butterfly transformed into. Huang Ying has really changed.

Before Han Fei could speak, Huang Ying opened his inventory and showed off the various rare items and props he had collected: "These are all for you, but I haven't had a chance to give them to you yet."

"Brother Huang, you've really helped me a lot." In other places, the things Huang Ying brought wouldn't be of much use, but inside this skyscraper, a piece of meat that wasn't contaminated with mold could be exchanged for a lot of things.

"I'm glad I could help you." As Huang Ying took something from his inventory, he also looked at the reporter beside him: "Who is he?"

“A fallen hero.” Han Fei could feel the blood shadow rapidly approaching, and the evil spirit crawling out of the sea of ​​blood seemed to be very interested in Huang Ying as well: “Brother Huang, I’ll send you away right away, it’s too dangerous here.”

After putting the supplies Huang Ying sent into his inventory, Han Fei immediately used the Resurrection skill to send Huang Ying back.

After Huang Ying left, the blood-red shadow seemed to have lost its clear target, and its speed of movement toward Han Fei slowed down significantly.

"You've probably seen it too," Han Fei said, placing a bottle of wine from the Shallow World in front of the reporter. "I can take you home."

“Home…” The reporter hadn’t heard that word in a long time. He stared at the location where the Gate of Hell appeared, his pupils began to throb violently, and blood-red accusations emerged from his neck like red-hot branding irons.

However, the reporter felt no pain at all. He grabbed the bottle of wine and took a big gulp.

His throat burned, and his eyes were still bloodshot, but a glimmer of light rekindled in the ashes deep within them.

"If you can just take me away from this skyscraper, let me see my child one more time, and see him alive with my own eyes, I will give you everything I have! Including my soul, my dignity, and my freedom!"

He stood up unsteadily, his dirty, messy hair falling across his face. His seemingly frail body concealed a terrifying power. The blood-red charges, like poisonous insects, granted him strength and special talents while simultaneously tormenting his will at every moment.

"Deal." Han Fei grasped the reporter's outstretched hand.

"Attention Player 0000! You have spotted Night Watchman Ji Zheng!"

"Ji Zheng (Prohibited Level Night Alert): Night alerts are divided into four levels based on the degree of danger: Dangerous, Prohibited, Disaster, and Night Alert."

"Beware! Those who were once most devoted to justice have now become the most terrifying people in the building! Be careful of them! Even the weakest night guard is extremely dangerous!"

The system's prompts did not contain any information about Ji Zheng's abilities, which may be because Ji Zheng has not yet fully trusted Han Fei.

"I have another reason for coming to see you. There is a calamity demon hiding deep in the sixth-floor corridor. A surviving rusty stair cleaner asked me to come to you." Han Fei was preparing to start that high-difficulty E-level mission.

"Has he become a calamity ghost?" Ji Zheng revealed a cruel smile: "The rusty stair cleaners once asked me to kill that child, but what they didn't know was that the child was one of the children murdered in the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Welfare Home. I don't know why he appeared on the sixth floor and became a curse full of resentment."

"Do you know the calamity spirit?"

“It’s more than just knowing him.” Ji Zheng touched his camera. “After I took the rusty stair cleaner’s pay, I not only didn’t kill that child, but I also taught him how to become stronger. That child was raised by me with sin and hatred, and now he probably can’t control himself anymore. Hatred is going to become a disaster!”

Ji Zheng is indeed completely different from before. The balance of good and evil in his heart has been destroyed, leaving only a broken version of himself.

Did that child know he would eventually become a monster?

“I gave him a choice: to leave this world without pain, or to live here forever in agony and spread his pain to criminals who enjoy causing suffering.” Ji Zheng got up and pushed open the door to the tavern booth. The dim light outside shone on his somewhat ferocious face. “In the end, he made the same choice as me.”

As soon as Ji Zheng walked out of the room, the hotel lobby fell silent. They stared at Ji Zheng in horror and looked at Han Fei in astonishment.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. We’ll repay this building the way it treated us.” Han Fei nodded, touching the ghostly pattern. “That’s fair, isn’t it?”

"Why do you act like a night watchman when you're a criminal investigator?" Ji Zheng's smile grew wider as he and Han Fei walked out of the tavern side by side, with the other special residents following behind them.

The group headed towards the elevator, but before they even reached the elevator lobby, a piercing scream came from one of the floors below.

Han Fei felt as if his soul had been pricked by needles, and a sharp pain came over him. He carefully sensed it and found that the connection between himself and the Blood Shadow of the Ghost Gate had suddenly strengthened!

The blood-red figure seemed to have clashed with something in the stairwell, unleashing its full power and using some unknown special ability.

"They're really brave to walk in the stairwell after midnight."

Han Fei overheard Hong Jie's whispered question: "Is it dangerous in the stairwell after midnight?"

“There’s a taboo in the hallway.” Ji Zheng picked up his camera and took a picture in the direction the sound came from. “But ordinary people wouldn’t make such a commotion if they encountered a taboo, unless a taboo meets another taboo.”

He glanced at the camera a few times and urged Han Fei, "Let's go, let's go to the sixth floor first, I'll take that calamity away."

"You guys take the elevator cards and go to the sixth floor. I need to go somewhere else now." Han Fei grabbed the collector: "You're the head of the cleaning staff on the rusty staircase on the tenth floor, you should have other elevator cards, right?"

"Yes, it exists, but I can't just let others use it..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Han Fei looked at Ji Zheng: "If the calamity ghost can control himself, I'm willing to accept him. The sixth floor is my territory; you can try all sorts of things there."

"Are you in such a hurry to leave because of the taboo in the hallway?" Ji Zheng fiddled with his camera. "I did see that you and that taboo were connected by the thread of fate."

"There's no time to lose, let's set off immediately!" Han Fei underestimated Ji Zheng's abilities, but this was a good thing for him.

By binding the collector, Han Fei forced him to use the elevator card, and they entered Elevator No. 9 together.

"Hurry up!" Han Fei was uneasy. He could already feel the blood shadow rapidly approaching. It seemed that the taboo in the corridor had injured it.

Which floor are we going to?

"The higher the better!" Han Fei closed the elevator. He saw the collector press the button for the 25th floor: "Can't we go to a higher floor?"

“Taking the elevator is also a very dangerous thing. The higher the floor, the easier it is to encounter an accident. The 25th floor is the limit I can go.” Ji Zheng wanted to cry. He hadn’t felt this helpless for a long time.

"I'll trust you this once." Han Fei glanced at the slowly changing numbers on the elevator screen, his face grim. The distance between him and Blood Shadow was getting closer and closer!
That guy seems to have entered the elevator lobby as well, and is frantically climbing up the elevator while grabbing onto the compensation chain at the bottom!

“When I summoned its spirit for the third time, I provoked it. Afterwards, it fought with the taboo in the corridor and was injured. It should be in its most frenzied stage now. I can’t let it catch up with me at this time.”

Opening the properties panel, Han Fei's exit button is not yet lit up, but judging by the time, it should be soon.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared. Han Fei was sweating with anxiety, while the collector, staring at the constantly changing numbers, exhaled a cold breath. There were many restricted areas upstairs, and one could not go there casually.

11th floor, 13th floor...

When the elevator stopped on the 15th floor, a small bloodstain appeared on the bottom of the elevator car.

In a very short time, the bloodstains spread over a large area, and the bloodstains seeped out from the bottom of the elevator like a spring!

"What's going on?" The collector looked horrified; he had never encountered anything like this in all the elevator rides he had taken.

"Is there any dangerous place on the 15th floor?" Han Fei frantically pressed the elevator open button.

"I rarely come to the 15th floor." In the instant the collector was stunned, the elevator doors opened, and Han Fei rushed out: "Where are you going?"

"run!"

Han Fei's answer was crisp and clear. A few seconds later, the collector, still standing in the elevator, felt as if the whole world had turned blood red.

He looked up and saw that the elevator car was enveloped in a crimson blood shadow, and within the tide of blood, there was a face that looked very similar to Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)