My Healing Games

Chapter 903 The Price of Immortality

Having caught two "fish", Han Fei directly unlocked the advanced fishing talent, something that fishing enthusiasts in the shallow world would surely envy.

"The Ghost Gate, used for summoning souls, can be opened within the shrine world, indicating that the Ghost Gate is a higher level of existence than the shrine. Perhaps the Blood Sea and Blood Lake are indeed connected in some way." Han Fei's mind raced. If one looked down at the blood hole beneath the nursing home, one would see that the entrance, constantly giving birth to flesh-and-blood monsters, resembled a drop of blood magnified countless times: "It's possible that the Blood Sea is composed of a large number of 'blood beads.' If the Deep World is a world imagined by the First Generation Ghost, then the Blood Sea behind the Ghost Gate might be the place where the primordial ghosts were born in the Deep World!"

"Brother! Stop spacing out!" Ah Nian was frantic. He grabbed fragments of the flesh puppet from the ground and smeared them on himself and Han Fei: "Let's run!"

"Not for now." Han Fei hadn't expected things to develop this way. He had originally planned to steal discreetly, but the sudden turn of events had awakened all his hatred.

Blood surged to both sides, and the enormous black shadow that Han Fei had fished out of the Gate of Hell appeared between the sea of ​​flowers and the blood lake. Countless flower stems seemed to go mad as they crawled up to it, trying to burrow into its body.

Han Fei had previously opened the Gate of Hell and summoned monsters from the Sea of ​​Blood. Strictly speaking, these monsters were different from the ghosts of the Deep World and could not be distinguished by hatred, resentment, or regret. For example, the Blood Shadow that Han Fei summoned for the first time had the same face as Han Fei and seemed to have some connection with him, but it was certain that it was neither human nor ghost.

The souls, imprisoned in the sea of ​​flowers by joy and hatred, seemed to see an opportunity to escape from this newly appeared monster. All souls and memories wanted to be reborn using a body that did not belong to the world of the shrine. This scene felt familiar to Han Fei. Each time he entered the world of memories in the shrine, he needed to be "reborn" in a different person. Everything before him seemed to form a closed loop.

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As the crimson wave crashed down, Han Fei finally saw the true face of the dark figure: eight eyes and a thousand hands. It was as if Han Fei had fished out a dead god from a sea of ​​blood.

Han Fei couldn't determine whether the other party was a corpse or a statue. Perhaps because it had been submerged in the sea of ​​blood for too long, the other party's huge body was black, covered with cracks, and every wound exuded the aura of death.

But this was not the most surprising thing for Han Fei. He carefully examined the face of the blood sea monster. The monster's facial features were somewhat similar to his own, and as time went by, they became more and more like his own!
"The Blood Shadow from last time looked almost exactly like me. How come this corpse, which has been submerged in the sea of ​​blood for who knows how many years, is also turning into me? Is it a side effect of summoning the soul without reciting its name?" Summoning a soul requires reciting its name, but Han Fei did not follow this rule: "If I don't recite the name when summoning the soul, will the monster I summon replace me?"

Compared to this guess, Han Fei had an even more outlandish theory: "There's another possibility... that the Blood Sea is related to me?"

Han Fei was not an ordinary soul. The reason he made this conjecture was because every time he logged into and out of the game, everything in front of him was covered in blood, as if he were being submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

When the city turned blood red, only the unspeakable and Han Fei were able to move freely.

"I'm far from qualified to influence the Blood Sea. What do I have that's related to the Blood Sea?" A series of thoughts flashed through Han Fei's mind, and two words emerged in his heart—Black Box: "Could it be that the most desperate Black Box was born in the Blood Sea? Can only the owner of the Black Box use the Soul Summoning and Soul Returning talents?"

The old building manager used to be able to use the summoning ability, but after he handed the black box to Han Fei, he never used the same ability again.

Dragging his body along, Ah Nian desperately grabbed Han Fei and ran away. He hadn't expected that after Han Fei caught a "big fish," he would become somewhat abnormal, as if he had lost his soul.

The underground world was in complete chaos. The sea of ​​flowers undulated, and the collective will that governed all the flowers of souls was forcibly brought together. A pitch-black flame of hatred bloomed in the flower bud.

The invisible black fire of hatred burned through his will, slowly transforming him into a solemn old man.

Ah Nian, who was dragging Han Fei away, slowed down. When they saw the old man, their expressions changed.

Han Fei had never seen such a unique hatred before. It had no physical form and was simply composed of black flames of hatred, and its flames were hotter than any other hatred!

Ah Nian stopped because the old man, transformed from the black flames of hatred, was the person he respected most in his life. The old man was both his teacher and like a father to him, leading the research team of Immortal Pharmaceuticals to overcome countless problems. He personally unlocked the lock that God had placed on humanity and deciphered the secret of life.

The hatred that had been brewing amidst the sea of ​​flowers overhead had already surfaced, and the hatred hidden within the blood hole had also crept up. It was pieced together from the flesh and blood of countless living people, its body constantly shifting and changing without any discernible pattern, like an embryo yet to fully develop. However, its face bore a striking resemblance to the joy depicted on the missing person poster!
"Flesh and blood may not die, but willpower will live on forever. The two most terrifying hatreds in the retirement home have emerged!" Ah Nian had given up on searching for humanity in the sea of ​​flowers; it was already a miracle that they had managed to escape tonight. "They haven't noticed us yet, let's get out of here!"

“What you say makes sense, but I think there are other options.” Black mist slowly emerged from behind Han Fei: “The god with four eyes and a thousand hands is surrounded by countless flowers of souls. Individuals yearning for freedom are tearing apart the collective will, trying to escape through the god’s corpse that I fished out. For the hatred in the nursing home, that god’s corpse is the primary target. We absolutely cannot let it leave.”

"Let it attract attention!" A-Nian was afraid that Han Fei would act impulsively, so he held Han Fei's clothes tightly.

“If the divine corpse can help me hold back one top-tier hatred, then I can try to fight another top-tier hatred.” Han Fei gestured for Anian to calm down: “How can I just leave the ‘fish’ I’ve caught here unattended? Put yourself in my shoes. If a fisherman catches the biggest fish in the lake, would he let a stranger steal his fish?”

“I suspect that your ‘fish’ refers to something else.” A-Nian underestimated Han Fei’s ambition. The “fish” that Han Fei truly desired was a divine position! To catch this fish, he was willing to risk any danger, even his life!

The old man, entirely formed from black fire, represents the collective will of humanity. He merges with the entire sea of ​​flowers, and all the flower stems are tendrils emanating from his thoughts. Killing him is virtually impossible.

To prevent the divine corpse from taking away the most precious free souls in the sea of ​​flowers, and to maintain the collective will, the old man regarded the divine corpse as a mortal enemy and let endless black fire engulf it.

Ordinary hatred cannot withstand the burning of black fire, but this divine corpse, which was submerged in the depths of the sea of ​​blood, was not greatly affected. In a sense, it had become a new kind of "ghost".

"A-Nian's mentor has become the representative of the collective will. In this light, the embryo formed from countless pieces of flesh and blood in the Blood Cave is the present manifestation of Gao Xing's bloodthirsty madness!"

To kill Gao Xing, one must eliminate his three souls: past, present, and future. Han Fei believes he has found one of them.

"All those killed by Joy became part of the Flesh and Blood Factory. Their souls became flowers, and their flesh and blood became raw materials. The ultimate purpose of this Flesh and Blood Factory is to make that flesh and blood embryo grow!"

Han Fei didn't want to drag things out any longer. Now that the divine corpse was fighting against the collective will, it gave him the perfect opportunity to fight the flesh and blood monster.

Black mist swept across the ground like a tidal wave, and the black ocean and the blood-red lake collided. Behind Han Fei, a pair of divine eyes slowly opened, looking down at the filthy and ugly embryo.

Seemingly sensing the gaze of its nemesis, the happy face on the embryo revealed a strange smile.

(End of this chapter)