My Healing Games

Chapter 835 Looking up at the stars, looking down at the abyss

Han Fei's consciousness stood beside the abyss of humanity. He silently raised his head and looked at the stars hanging alone in the night, which were his own personalities.

All his memories and experiences, all his choices and actions, all the past events shaped Han Fei.

That star is still dim, but no matter how the night changes, it will always be there.

In the abyss of greed, howling ghosts gather, and negative emotions continue to accumulate and ferment. Yet, the stars above the abyss emit a soft, beautiful glow. All those who have been redeemed by Han Fei, those invisible figures, support the stars in the night.

"Is this my personality?"

Looking up at the stars, looking down into the abyss.

Ghosts cannot escape the abyss of humanity; they fear the stars, and the black mist of greed is no longer out of control, suppressed beneath the abyss by starlight.

With his arms outstretched, Han Fei was bathed in the light of humanity. The mental wounds that were almost rotting in his mind were slowly healing, and the healing power was slowly influencing everything.

"Even without demon blood, I can expel mental pollution on my own. This personality is incredibly strong!"

The starlight is weak now, so the healing process is slow. The ghost blood works faster, but as Han Fei's personality grows stronger, the healing power will also become more and more powerful.

"So comfortable."

Han Fei's consciousness sat on the edge of the abyss, his legs dangling in the air, his arms supporting his body, feeling the starlight with utter relaxation.

The healing personality is very special. In addition, this personality is not innate. It is something that Han Fei acquired step by step through practical actions after overcoming all difficulties!

He received no favors from anyone; his character is proof of his own soul, a gift from countless people he redeemed.

"It's time to try healing others; perhaps the more this ability is used, the stronger it becomes."

Han Fei didn't touch anything Ma Jing had left behind; he didn't want to be associated with Ma Jing's death. In fact, he did try his best to save him, but unfortunately, Ma Jing ultimately chose to commit suicide.

Having made a good harvest, Han Fei returned to his "weak" state. He struggled to walk out of Ankang Pharmacy, with Wang Chuqing waiting outside the whole time. This teacher was really kind.

"Is Ma Jing dead?" Wang Chuqing had already guessed Ma Jing's fate since he hadn't come out with Han Fei.

“We didn’t see Ma Jing tonight, and his disappearance has nothing to do with us,” Han Fei said, waving his hands repeatedly and replying very seriously.

Seeing that Han Fei's expression showed no flaws, Wang Chuqing nodded somewhat perfunctorily: "You're right, can we go back to school now?"

"Wait a moment." Han Fei walked up to Wang Chuqing and stared at him for a long time: "Your wife's death has had a great impact on you, leaving a scar in your heart that is hard to heal."

"Don't pry into my affairs."

"Do you want to heal your inner wounds and repair your personality flaws?" Han Fei wanted to complete the random tasks at the shrine, and Teacher Wang was a good "patient."

"Repair personality flaws?" Wang Chuqing warily distanced herself from Han Fei: "You're a wicked guy. If you dare to target me, then be prepared to die with me."

"What bad intentions could I possibly have? I just wanted to offer you a pure friendship." Han Fei never expected that his colleague would say he was full of bad intentions, given his healing personality. He didn't understand and felt a little wronged.

"Heh, save those words for Teacher Ma's corpse." Wang Chuqing carefully wrapped the knife in a black cloth. "I'm going back to school. Want to come with me?"

Teacher Wang's tone was cold, but he was genuinely worried about Han Fei's health, which is why he asked the extra question.

"If we go back together, it will arouse suspicion. You should go first."

"Don't die out there. I hope I can see you again tomorrow." Wang Chuqing handed the box containing the resentful heart and a small amount of ghost blood to Han Fei, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Is it this hard to save people these days?" Han Fei had just awakened his healing personality, so he certainly wouldn't waste any time. Tonight, he would hunt in dangerous areas to adapt to his personality as quickly as possible, and also devour some ghosts to increase his strength.

"You call it the Abyss with only four ghosts? I need to find a way to lure in more vengeful ghosts."

Ghosts with special abilities are rare and hard to come by, and there is a certain probability that they can be successfully devoured. Therefore, Han Fei plans to win by sheer quantity and make full use of his lucky attribute advantage.

Taking out Gao Cheng's notes, Han Fei checked the buildings Gao Cheng had previously explored. In addition to the three haunted buildings, Gao Cheng had also entered the black building in Zone C3—the New Shanghai Third Mental Hospital.

"The diary says that the mental hospital is divided into a main building and an annex. Hatred stayed in the main building, while the annex contained a large number of rare ghosts that could never be seen outside, as well as many precious medicines that could cure mental trauma."

"The annex is not very dangerous. Some of the ghosts can be communicated with, and Gao Cheng seems to know one of them."

His gaze lingered on a certain page of the diary, and Han Fei memorized the name written on it—"Lost Daughter."

According to Gao Cheng's description, the other party was a female head nurse at a mental hospital, and Gao Cheng had helped her before.

"Making deals with ghost merchants and having connections with the ghosts of the Black Building, Gao Cheng is no simple character. It's a pity that no matter how much he struggles, he's just a toy in his hands. The other party gives Gao Cheng hope, and then crushes it cruelly. This kind of disparity is most likely to break a person's heart."

In order to strengthen himself as quickly as possible, Han Fei finally made a choice.

"To truly understand the rules of the world, one must engage with hatred. In addition, there are certainly many patients in mental hospitals who need treatment, and my personality abilities should be able to shine there."

Wang Chuqing drew a black card corresponding to this building. Han Fei also wanted to go and explore the area, so that he would have a better understanding in case anything went wrong.

Following the map in his notes, Han Fei found a bicycle and sped off into the night.

In the middle of the night, Han Fei arrived at the center of Zone C. The Third Mental Hospital of Shanghai was just a few hundred meters away. The area around this dark building was a restricted zone, and all the other ghosts and monsters had already fled.

"The overall building is twice the size of the real building, and the other nearby buildings seem to have been swallowed up as well. This black building seems to grow stronger with the power of hatred."

Looking at the massive complex, Han Fei had the urge to retreat. He put on a baseball cap and hesitated for a long time before approaching the Black Building.

The music box's sound seemed to come from nowhere. This mad and chaotic building was like a birthday gift from the night to disaster; anyone who opened it would become unfortunate.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered the Black Building - New Shanghai Third Mental Hospital, triggering the random quest at the shrine - Chaos."

"Disorder: After entering the Third Mental Hospital and talking to ten patients, he was still able to remain conscious."

Han Fei didn't expect that just by approaching the Black Building, he would trigger a quest. Obtaining quests in this world of shrine memories had become a very simple matter.

"Where is that sound coming from? It sounds like someone is playing music deep inside the building? Are the mental patients singing?"

Avoiding the main gate, Han Fei quietly climbed over the fence of the annex building.

The inside and outside of the hospital walls seemed like two different worlds. Outside the mental hospital, it was deathly silent and terrifying, while inside, it was filled with all sorts of strange noises.

My ears can't distinguish what the sounds are. There are noisy laughter, crying, arguing, dripping water, cutting sounds, and footsteps. What's even stranger is that even if I plug my ears, these sounds still appear in my mind.

They are like incurable diseases; once contracted, they will stay with you for life.

"A normal person would probably be driven crazy if they stayed here for too long."

The building before me seemed like a chaotic nightmare, capable of twisting the souls that entered it.

"As long as we avoid the main building, we'll be fine." Han Fei had memorized everything in his notes about the deceased woman; the area where she frequently appeared was the third floor of the annex.

Concealing his aura, Han Fei, clutching the coin of fate, pushed open the glass door of the annex.

His heart was racing involuntarily. The darkness at the end of the corridor seemed to be writhing, as if something was hiding inside, slowly crawling toward Han Fei.

Wiping the cold sweat from his cheeks, Han Fei habitually assumed a defensive stance. Every part of the building exuded an eeriness. The lazy ghost in the baseball cap trembled, too frightened to warn Han Fei of the ghost's location.

"The confusing task requires you to talk to ten patients. Are these patients ghosts? Or humans?"

Talking too much with truly insane people can drive even normal people crazy, causing mental confusion and cognitive biases. When reason is shaken, those who were originally normal will be left behind.

"Don't do anything unnecessary, go straight to the third floor. If the girl isn't there, leave immediately." Han Fei realized he had seriously underestimated the danger of the Black Building. He sensed something was wrong as soon as he entered the annex.

The danger wasn't specific to any particular ghost or monster, but rather the entire building was eerie, shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere of terror, where everything seemed to be doing its utmost to drive you mad.

What appear to be normal text on a wall will eventually turn into strange patterns that the brain cannot recognize, and looking at them for a long time can cause various psychological discomforts.

"Sending students to such places for assessments is practically suicide; this must be changed in the future!"

Han Fei used his power of words to hypnotize himself and calm himself down before quickly entering the stairwell.

Looking up the stairs, a man in a hospital gown stood at the corner, his back to Han Fei and his face to the wall, like a student being punished for doing something wrong.

"We've already encountered the ghosts of the Black Tower so quickly?" The black mist slowly emerged from the abyss of humanity as Han Fei approached, holding a coin.

The patient, whose back was to Han Fei, seemed not to have noticed him and kept muttering to himself.

"I'm not crazy, I'm not sick, I'm perfectly normal..."

"Why didn't you pick me up? Why did you leave me here! Why?!"

The head slammed against the wall, and blood flowed down the wall. Han Fei's greedy personality was triggered, and he completely enveloped the patient in black mist!

"Touch the secrets deep within your soul!"

To Han Fei's surprise, the madman in the hospital gown was not a ghost, but a living person imprisoned in the dark building.

"How can ordinary people survive in the Black Building? Why would Henyi keep these living people? What does he want to do with them?" Han Fei frowned. Henyi in the Third Mental Hospital was quite special. He not only worked with the principal to establish rules for the coexistence of humans and ghosts, but also kept living people in his Black Building.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you." The black mist isolated him from the outside world. Han Fei pressed his hands firmly against the patient, trying to use his healing personality for the second time.

Starlight from above the abyss fell upon the patient's soul. The deformed and incomplete soul was touched by healing hands, and various filthy and ugly emotions surged from the surface of the patient's soul. He gradually emerged from fear and became slightly more normal.

"Attention player number 0000, you have successfully cured a patient."

Upon hearing the system's notification, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he withdrew his hands, the patient collapsed to the ground, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"It shouldn't be."

Han Fei genuinely wanted to save the patient this time, but the patient seemed to have suffered brain death again.

As his consciousness penetrated deeper into his mind, Han Fei discovered that the starlight above the abyss had brightened slightly. It seemed that after healing the other party's soul wounds, he had casually absorbed the soul into his healing personality.

"It seems like this was his own choice. His biggest obsession was that his family could take him out of the mental hospital. It seems like I unintentionally fulfilled his wish. Yes, that should be it."

(End of this chapter)