My Healing Games

Chapter 795 The Fearful Child
Han Fei wanted to send the survivors from the fifteenth floor to the sixth floor, but he found it extremely difficult after actually trying it.

Walking down the stairwell is like gambling with your life. If he were alone, it would be fine, but if so many people went in together, it would definitely attract taboos.

Taking the elevator requires taking different groups of people, and repeatedly taking the elevator is a very risky thing.

Most importantly, the elevator card is still with the Collector. Han Fei ran very fast last night and didn't notice whether the Collector had been killed by Blood Shadow.

Han Fei shared his thoughts with the others. Fortunately, Dirty saw the Collector last night, and the child, out of kindness, even helped the Collector distract a crazed monster.

Led by the dirty one, Han Fei and the others arrived at the central area of ​​the fifteenth floor. The stench here was so bad that it was hard for the living to bear. Once the tightly closed door was opened, mountains of garbage would pour out.

"The other floors really treat this place like a garbage dump."

“There’s no way around it. Once a building weakens or suffers a disaster, it’s easily abandoned.” Zhang Xiaowei clenched his hands: “Weakness is the original sin.”

After smashing open the two doors, Han Fei found the collector, only to discover that the man was already a corpse.

His legs were severed, his neck was bitten off by something, and his hands were clutching his head tightly.

This bastard who liked to collect other people's skulls ended up worrying about having his own head stolen.

After taking the collector's elevator card, Han Fei planned to go back to the sixth floor to scout ahead and see if Ji Zheng had controlled the calamity ghost. He would then come back to pick up the person once he was sure the sixth floor was safe.

The victims abandoned by the gods are the only remaining goodwill within the skyscraper. They are the most pitiful group of people in the building. The reason the gods let them live in the building is that they want to see goodwill be endlessly tormented and ravaged. They like to defile and tear apart those beautiful things again and again until goodwill also degenerates into malice, and only then will they be satisfied.

These people are toys of the gods, but they are good helpers to Han Fei. He has plenty of food and water, and given enough time, he might actually be able to shake the residents' faith in the "gods".

After taking the elevator back to the sixth floor, Han Fei found that this floor was different from when he left. Torn red raincoats could be seen everywhere on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood had masked the smell of blood smoke.

"Are the followers of the gods on this floor?"

Inside the skyscraper, the last people Han Fei wanted to encounter were believers, those residents dressed in red and black raincoats. Although they had human appearances, they had lost their humanity and were completely puppets controlled by the gods.

"How many messengers have died?"

Han Fei entered the Red Alley, and in just one night, the sixth floor was littered with corpses.

At first, Han Fei would count the corpses, but later he simply released the ghost cat and ran after it.

Ten minutes later, Han Fei emerged from the complex corridor and entered the high-risk area where the calamity demon had once hidden.

Contrary to Han Fei's expectations, the most dangerous place on the sixth floor was actually where the fewest corpses of believers were.

Taking out the blood-red paper doll, Han Fei used this cursed object to sense the location of the gambling den owner, Fat Dog. He had forced Fat Dog to eat the pig's heart made by Xu Qin, and the paper doll quickly sensed the shared curse.

After clearing away the debris blocking the road, Han Fei stopped in front of a bookshelf. He forcefully pushed the dilapidated bookshelf aside, revealing a wall covered with the word "death" written on it.

Upon seeing the word "death," Han Fei vaguely felt a sense of familiarity; he had seen similar fonts in the middle-aged and elderly assassin club in the Black Rain region.

"One of the club members' hobbies is calligraphy."

Han Fei tried to figure out the clues hidden in these words of death, but he quickly lost patience and directly touched the ghost pattern to summon the Great Calamity: "Break!"

The Great Evil excitedly approached the wall, its aura of calamity surging wildly. Upon sensing the Great Evil's presence, the word "death" on the wall began to fade and dissipate on its own.

The intact wall shattered before Han Fei's eyes, and Sister Hong's delighted voice came from behind it: "White Tea!"

Han Fei was also taken aback when he heard the name, but he quickly realized what was going on: "What happened on the sixth floor?"

"It all started with your disappearance last night." Ji Zheng, covered in bloody scratches, walked up to Han Fei: "A new taboo has appeared in the building, and according to this unlucky old man, it's related to you."

Ji Zheng kicked the unconscious old man next to him, and most of the plants on the old man's back withered.

"The old man said you might be suffering from the backlash of the forbidden you summoned. We also felt that you couldn't survive the forbidden attack, so we thought we'd hide on the sixth floor for a while. But the old man had some wicked ideas. He noticed that one of the believers was wearing a raincoat that was different from the other believers' raincoats, so he secretly tried to steal the raincoat and pretend to be a believer to leave the building."

Ji Zheng sneered, "He's so naive. The reason the believers were able to leave is because their souls are the continuation of the false god's body. Anyone else would be discovered as soon as they approached the door in the stairwell."

“The night watchman is right, that old guy almost killed us.” Fat Dog was also covered in injuries: “The believers were looking for someone inside the building, and he stirred up a hornet’s nest. All the believers gathered here, and we had no choice but to release the calamity demon.”

"The calamity demon on the sixth floor is right outside?" Cold sweat broke out on Han Fei's forehead. He was incredibly lucky to have made it this far safely.

“The believers can’t be killed off, nor can the evil spirits. Just when we were worried about having nowhere to hide, this Uncle Mo saved us.” Ji Zheng took a step back and invited out a very scholarly-looking man who was holding a tattered radio.

"You should recognize this radio, right?" Uncle Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Han Fei. "The dancer sent me to this area to find out about you. I didn't expect to get trapped here too. But thankfully, he gave me the radio. Everyone can communicate with the outside world through this radio that retains its divinity."

"Have the dancer and the gardener safely left the Black Rain area?" Han Fei hoped that the two elderly people could get through the rest of their days in peace.

"They're going to the ancestral home, a place only the dancers know about, and it seems to be related to the gods." Uncle Mo pointed to the ceiling, without elaborating.

“Now is not the time for idle chatter. More believers may arrive soon. We have two options: stay and find the calamity demon. I will try to appease it and get it to help stop the believers; or leave this floor as soon as possible and never come back.” Ji Zheng had many wounds on his body, which looked very frightening, but he seemed to have long been used to the pain.

"We'll split into two groups. The rest of you will go to the fifteenth floor first; the cemetery on that floor has been cleared. Ji Zheng and I will stay behind to find the calamity spirit and try to communicate with it and calm it down." After making the arrangements, Han Fei urged everyone to set off immediately.

"Are you sure you want to come with me to find the calamity demon?" Ji Zheng pointed to his blood-soaked body: "You might end up like me if you're not careful."

"It's alright." Han Fei placed the blood-red paper figure against his heart and then hid Xu Qin's pet in his clothes. "Ordinary people can't see that calamity demon. How did you find it?"

“It’s thanks to this.” Ji Zheng raised his camera: “My old buddy can capture fate, and I found it by following the rope of fate.”

"You can capture destiny? Can you take a picture of me?" Han Fei was a little curious about what his destiny was.

“I took a picture the first time I saw you, and the result was…” Ji Zheng pulled a photo out of his pocket. It was completely black, without any light. “Even the most evil night watchman has a glimmer of light in his destiny. You are basically in the abyss.”

"Is this good or bad?" Han Fei had always felt that he was lucky.

"How should I put it?" Ji Zheng didn't expect Han Fei to ask such a "sharp" question: "The big bug you raised is much better off than you."

Neither of them spoke again, and they began to wander around the corridor with their cameras in hand.

Half an hour passed before Ji Zheng, who was leading the way, stopped. Looking at the empty corridor, he suddenly opened his arms, let down his guard, and moved forward little by little.

"Don't be afraid, relax, just like when I used to play with you." As soon as Ji Zheng finished speaking, one of his fingers was snapped by an invisible force, and the sound of the bone twisting was painful to hear.

Han Fei immediately tensed up, but Ji Zheng seemed completely unaffected, opening his arms and continuing forward.

"You brat, it's me! Look closely, who used to protect you from being bullied? Who rescued you from that cannibalistic family? Don't wallow in fear, think carefully about what I told you back then!"

The corridor remained pitch black, and the only response to Ji Zheng was the sound of bones being snapped.

"I know you can't bear to kill me, that's why you don't want me to get close, right?" Ji Zheng's five fingers had already been broken, but he still smiled. This was the first time Han Fei had ever seen him smile.

"You would tear other people to pieces, but you are gentle only when you treat me."

"Don't deny it, you carefully controlled yourself, breaking my fingers one by one, just to make me give up, but how could I let your good intentions go to waste?"

Ji Zheng's voice carried far down the corridor. Looking at Ji Zheng's battered body, Han Fei felt that Ji Zheng, Zai Gui, and himself were all gentle people.

His clothes were torn, and blood splattered from Ji Zheng's chest, but this time he seemed determined to go.

In fact, Ji Zheng knew very well that if he abandoned the calamity ghost this time and left it alone on the sixth floor, more believers would come over after a while, and they might hold some special rituals that would actually harm the calamity ghost.

"Okay, I admit I wasn't very friendly to you when we first met. I always made you buy me alcohol, cheated you out of your money, and stole your food. But I truly consider you my only family, because when I left my own child, he was about your age."

“I’m a corrupt night watchman. I was supposed to kill you on that mission, but for some reason, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

"In this chaotic and filthy place, you have given me a reason to live again."

“I don’t know how you see me, but I hope you can understand that I have always regarded you as my own child.”

"Overcome your fear! Don't panic! I will protect you just like last time!"

When Ji Zheng finished speaking, his chest and abdomen were already covered in blood and gore, but he persisted and did not retreat until he reached the end of the corridor.

A faint cry was heard, and a thin little boy appeared in the darkness. He was wearing the clothes of the orphanage, and the number on his clothes was no longer legible.

“Hold my hand, we’re moving to a new house this time.” Ji Zheng seemed to know nothing of fear. He decisively extended his almost crippled hand, but just as his hand was about to touch the little boy, a huge, constantly crying ghost suddenly emerged from behind the boy.

"Great Calamity!" Han Fei quickly called out to Great Calamity, but what happened next surprised him greatly.

The wailing demon was about to devour Ji Zheng's head, but Ji Zheng remained unmoved and did not dodge. The demon's attack finally stopped before it could touch Ji Zheng.

The boy stopped crying and took Ji Zheng's hand.

“The calamity spirit is formed from this child’s fear. It appears whenever he is terrified.” Ji Zheng pinched the boy’s face with his crooked fingers: “You’re really rough. It hurts so much.”

He complained of pain, but a smile remained on his face. It was only when Ji Zheng was with this child that he showed this other side of himself.

"Your injury is quite serious, let me treat it for you first."

Han Fei took out various items from his inventory, but Ji Zheng waved his hand and casually pointed to the charges against him: "As long as these sins remain, I will not die easily, don't worry. The most urgent thing now is to leave here, those fanatical believers may come at any time."

"That's fine too." After the little boy had calmed down completely, Han Fei reached out and gently touched him.

Attention, player ID 0000! You have discovered a missing child from the Crimson Orphanage!

"Fear Demon (one of the children abducted from the Crimson Orphanage): This child is not simply a toy of the gods; he harbors certain secrets."

"Beware! Calamity spirits and taboos are the things that gods hate the most! Some of them can even rival hatred!"

(Next chapter tomorrow night at 6 PM)
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