My Healing Games

Chapter 952 The Player Who Heals Nightmares

The cell phone rang once in the living room, and the couple with deformed bodies stopped banging on the security door. The hallway suddenly became quiet.

The players, covered in cold sweat, retreated repeatedly. The most muscular player, Ai Wo Ru Yan, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell down the stairs.

"Finally, we can catch our breath." The three players ran down the stairs, away from the door.

"Where are you planning to go?" Han Fei grabbed Ai Wo Ru Yan's shoulder: "Upstairs and downstairs are dead ends. The only way to leave is through here."

"Go this way?" Aiwo Ruyan looked around, and finally looked out the window of the stairwell.

"Alright, let's go home together." Han Fei's voice and tone were slowly changing. As he gradually immersed himself in the identity of the dead, the coldness and silence on Han Fei completely disappeared. His facial expression softened, and his eyes were filled with the joy of going home, a longing for reunion.

They are positive and optimistic, and no matter how hard or tiring things are outside, they will never complain to their loved ones. They have been taken care of by their parents for so long, and now their children have grown up and become responsible, hardworking, and reliable people.

In just a few minutes, Han Fei gave off a completely different feeling to those around him. He went back to the third floor and looked at the rusty security door.

The blood seeping from the door cracks was increasing, spreading throughout the entire corridor. If left unattended, the blood would contaminate the entire apartment building, leaving players who had entered the nightmare with nowhere to escape.

However, Han Fei paid no attention to the bloodstains and curses at this moment. It was as if he couldn't see those dirty things at all. His eyes were only filled with the joy of finally going home.

Han Fei gently knocked on the door. He still remembered the scene when the middle-aged man first ran to open the door for him. That expectation was genuine, and now he didn't want to disappoint that expectation.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Han Fei did not use the power of words, but his voice, kissed by a demon, allowed him to always perfectly match his character.

A chilling sound of bones scraping against the ground rang out. Even though he had lost his mind and mutated into a monster, the middle-aged man still rushed over to open the door immediately. He had been waiting for far too long.

His bulging eyes were filled with blood, his swollen face was torn and bleeding, and his bones were like sharp spikes. It looked as if he had fallen from a great height and his internal organs had been severely damaged. Every time he moved, he left black bloodstains in the room.

The middle-aged woman in the kitchen also came out, her body twisted from the fall, still clutching a sharp kitchen knife in her hand, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, muttering something unconsciously.

The cabin had been completely transformed; everything reeked of a foul stench, and who knows how many filthy things lurked in the darkness.

The players following Han Fei instinctively covered their mouths and noses; just seeing the middle-aged couple's current state made them tremble with fear. They couldn't help it; the fear from the depths of their hearts was simply insurmountable.

As Han Fei walked into the house, he seemed completely oblivious to the abnormality inside, as if his mutated home was even more cozy than his previous normal home!

The first time Han Fei entered the third floor, he was full of vigilance. The second time he entered the room, he felt as if he were back in his own home. These were two completely different states.

Bai Xian tried to act a little more normally, but he couldn't be as natural as Han Fei.

Looking at his parents, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, Han Fei was overjoyed. He talked with the middle-aged man about the various things he had encountered at work, and then gently hugged the middle-aged woman. He used to be very bad at expressing his emotions, but after losing them once, he wanted to leave no regrets.

The middle-aged couple, seemingly lost in their rage, appeared to remember something and refrained from attacking Han Fei, who was standing nearby. The mother, her body contorted in pain, re-entered the kitchen carrying a cleaver, while the father, his bones exposed and his face disfigured, staggered out and brought back a plate of rotten, worm-infested fruit.

“Some of my colleagues had nowhere to go for the New Year, so I invited them to our house, thinking it would be more lively with more people.” Han Fei took the fruit plate and placed it on the coffee table. The players outside walked in nervously. They sat side by side on the sofa, their muscles tense and their breathing rapid.

"Whether you have money or not, you should go home for the New Year. Leave all the unhappiness of the past behind. With the arrival of the New Year, we should embrace a new life." Han Fei helped his father set the plates, then rolled up his sleeves and headed to the kitchen.

He wanted to help his mother with chores, such as washing vegetables and cooking, but the middle-aged woman refused. She seemed to think Han Fei was clumsy at work and kept gesturing for him to leave.

His mother didn't say it explicitly, but she actually wanted Han Fei to rest. Han Fei understood, so he stayed in the kitchen and recounted his experiences from last year.

It's Chinese New Year, so talk to your parents more, because they may have been waiting for a long time.

The kitchen was filled with harmony, but the living room was shrouded in gloom. The remaining four players huddled together, too afraid to move, all with their heads down, not daring to meet the gaze of the mutated middle-aged man, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

The sofa, stained with blood, looked like a rotting corpse. The coffee table was covered with various snacks and candies, but those things were mixed with flesh and blood. It wasn't a matter of whether they had an appetite or not; they had to force themselves not to vomit.

"Has that guy gone mad?" Ai Wo Ru Yan glanced furtively into the kitchen. Han Fei seemed to prefer darkness and gloom to light. "I have a feeling he's lived here for a long time?"

Every minute and every second was incredibly agonizing, feeling like an eternity, before Han Fei finally carried the last dish out of the kitchen with the middle-aged woman.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat."

Everyone sat around the dining table, but no one touched their chopsticks. However, Han Fei seemed to have endless things to say this time, as he kept talking to the middle-aged couple, and the atmosphere wasn't too awkward.

What shocked the other players the most was that the mutated, terrifying couple seemed to really enjoy listening to Han Fei. They no longer showed any aggression, listening silently, their eyes full of affection as they looked at Han Fei.

Even if they are not in their right mind, they still remember that they are waiting for someone to come back.

Twisted bodies, grotesque faces, and a terrifying aura—none of these can change the fact that they truly love their child.

On New Year's Eve, families reunite, but unfortunately, the hands of the clock on the wall keep ticking, and it's almost midnight.

At the dinner table, where the atmosphere had completely relaxed, Han Fei gradually spoke less. With reunion comes parting, and he could feel the alienation in the room diminishing.

At the last moment, Han Fei picked up the glass of wine and looked at the middle-aged couple: "Dad, Mom, I have a really silly question I want to ask you."

Seeing the middle-aged couple looking at him, Han Fei's eyes were somewhat complicated: "If one day I become a ghost, will you still love me?"

Before the couple could react to Han Fei's question, the players were stunned.

In a nightmare, a person asks a ghost, "If I become a ghost, will the ghost still love me?"
What's going on here? What kind of rich experience does one need to ask such a question?
Time ticked by, and the terrifying middle-aged couple seemed to remember something; the metal spoon reflected their faces.

After a long while, the middle-aged couple nodded slightly, saying that no matter what their child became, they would love him.

"For me, the answer to this question is the same as for you." Han Fei stood up and took out the newspaper that recorded the child's death from under the coffee table. The yellowed newspaper was crumpled and covered with large patches of blood.

He placed the news report about the child's death in front of the middle-aged couple: "Thank you for waiting for me to come home, but I have to go now. Please take care of yourselves in the future."

The middle-aged man gripped the newspaper tightly, bone spurs piercing his skin; the middle-aged woman grabbed Han Fei's hand, shaking her head repeatedly, seemingly hoping Han Fei wouldn't leave.

Their emotions grew increasingly agitated, their will constantly struggling between nightmares and their own selves, when suddenly the lights in the room, which had been off for a long time, flickered again.

In the nightmare, the lights seem to have a special meaning: when the alienation begins, the lights go out; when the couple tries to regain their sense of self, the lights start to flicker again.

The couple was in immense pain; their injuries were deepening, and nightmares were ravaging their souls. Han Fei used his healing personality to hold the elderly couple tightly in his arms.

Finally, the living room lights came back on, the bloodstains disappeared under the light, and everything seemed to return to the scene when the players first entered the room.

Warm and bright, no matter where you are, there will always be a light left on for you.

The alienation was interrupted, and the couple regained their self-awareness. The nightmare woven from their memories began to slowly dissipate.

The couple stared at the doorway, their figures blurring in the interplay of light and shadow.

All his wishes turned into dreams, quietly flowing into Han Fei's body. Everything ended, but everything would have a new beginning.

As the clock struck midnight, the new year began.

……

Opening his eyes, Han Fei and the other four players reappeared in the hospital shrouded in gray fog in the main city.

They left the same nightmare at the same time, and before they moved their bodies, it seemed they could still see each other.

After breaking through the third layer of nightmare, the butterfly patterns on Han Fei's body were eaten by the laughing ghost patterns.

Perhaps because the way to clear the game is unique, while others can replay the nightmares they've cleared, the nightmares that Han Fei cleared are simply gone.

Gazing at the increasingly bloody ghostly patterns in the gray fog, Han Fei felt a slight change in his body: "After I healed these nightmares, they seem to have become my power. It seems that the Mad Laughter also wants to find the weaknesses and loopholes in dream management through these nightmares."

"Boss! Thank you so much for your help!" Aiwo Ruyan, who was not far away, cupped her hands towards Han Fei: "I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. How about I join your guild and serve you like a slave?"

"You're really messing things up; the abacus beads are practically hitting my face." Hao Xue shook his head. He also expressed his gratitude to Han Fei. The number one guild truly lived up to its reputation; any one of them could easily crush them. Their understanding of the game and their various skills were on completely different levels. Hao Xue felt he had learned a lot.

"Han Fei, interested in teaming up? The Merchant Alliance is willing to pay a price you're satisfied with!" After comparing prices from several vendors, Aqi realized that some of the "pro" players on the market were simply a joke after seeing Han Fei.

After exchanging a few brief words, Han Fei grabbed Bai Xian's arm: "Brother Bai, have you rested enough?"

"what?"

Before Bai Xian could react, Han Fei had already pulled him forward a few more steps.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness returned, the gray fog dissipated, and pure darkness enveloped the two of them. They found themselves in a construction site.

Two unfinished buildings were surrounded by corrugated iron sheets. The ground was uneven and riddled with holes, and a foul odor emanating from the sewers filled the air.

“The third nightmare is an apartment building, the fourth nightmare is two unfinished buildings, and the area of ​​the nightmare is getting bigger and bigger.” Han Fei began to cautiously observe his surroundings, while Bai Xian next to him had not yet recovered.

He had just emerged from one nightmare two minutes ago, and now he was entering a new one!
"The fourth layer of nightmares?" Bai Xian's lips twitched. "You're moving way too fast!"

"Didn't I ask you if you've rested well?"

"Then it's two minutes! Even elementary school students have ten minutes to go to the toilet after class!" Bai Xian only wanted to bring Han Fei here to see the situation, but Han Fei seemed to really intend to speed things up.

"You two seem to have a good relationship. Are you free agents?" A cold voice came from behind. The three players, dressed in the same dark coats, looked at Han Fei and Bai Xian: "The three of us are members of the Inevitable Truth Guild. The fourth level of Nightmare is very dangerous. If possible, I hope everyone can keep their distance and not drag each other down."

The man who spoke was quite tall, and his clothes bore his name—"Internet Addict." He spoke politely, but his meaning was clear: he hoped Han Fei and Bai Xian wouldn't become a burden to them.

Having cleared four layers of nightmares, Inevitable Truth had accumulated some experience. In addition, Inevitable Truth had a large number of high-level players, and some core members had even undergone the baptism of the "Deep World." Therefore, they quickly organized several powerful strategy teams.

Han Fei could understand them. In this kind of death game, if you encounter a bad teammate, it can indeed kill the whole team.

“Great, that’s exactly what I was thinking too.” Han Fei smiled and led Bai Xian toward the unfinished building on the left, while the three members of the “Inevitable Truth” group went into the unfinished building on the right.

(End of this chapter)