My Healing Games

The only way to pass Chapter 96
Han Fei chased after her with his sword until the door to the master bedroom was kicked open. The mother, who had previously looked like a human, had now turned into a terrifying monster. Stimulated by the child's cries, her body swelled to twice its size and was covered in blood.

Upon seeing the woman appear, the little devil immediately reverted to his original form, clutching his broken leg and pointing at Han Fei while crying out incessantly.

Driven by her love for her son, the woman rushed toward Han Fei.

Han Fei didn't confront the other party directly. He ran into the second bedroom, and as if he had anticipated it, he raised his hand, swung his knife, and cut off the arm behind the door. Then he kicked the door shut!
"Come out! Come with me!"

Reaching under the bed, Han Fei grabbed his younger brother by the collar and pulled him out.

The younger brother was so frightened that he cried, and now there are two children crying in the house.

The sound of the mother banging on the door grew more intense, and the lock rattled!

Han Fei was on guard behind the wardrobe and the door, but then the curtains were blown by the wind, and Han Fei felt something gently touching the back of his head.

He turned around and saw a hanged ghost hanging behind the curtains, the tip of the other person's shoe touching the back of his head.

By the time they realized it, the hanged ghost had already pounced on them.

At the same time, the door to the second bedroom was kicked open, and the mother, her face covered in blood and splinters of wood, poked her head into the room, staring ferociously at Han Fei.

His body was torn apart, and the pain caused Han Fei to lose consciousness.

……

With his teeth bleeding, Han Fei smashed the photo frame and stared coldly at the door of room 1091.

"If you kill everyone in the room, including the ghosts, you should be able to unlock a completely new ending."

Han Fei didn't know why he had such thoughts. He felt like he was becoming a stranger to himself, as if he was slowly becoming a different person: "It seems that the system's prompts are incomplete. Dying here not only makes you forget your memories, but also makes you lose your humanity."

Through repeated deaths and struggles in pain and endless despair, Han Fei could clearly feel the changes in his own psychology.

"There is only one way to end all of this: to face the next death seriously and find the only path in this endless cycle of reincarnation."

Han Fei carved his death count and his name on shards of glass before pushing open the door and entering the room.

Use the master bedroom to trap the mother, use the hair in the toilet to kill the corpse in the refrigerator, then place the emptied refrigerator next to the second bedroom and open the refrigerator door.

Han Fei had calculated the location perfectly, and then used the model under the television to lure the little devil.

He silently counted the time in his mind. Four seconds later, without even looking, Han Fei grabbed the brazier and smashed it against the door.

Just then, the little devil appeared. It was hit by the brazier filled with ashes from paper money, fell to one side, and landed in the open refrigerator.

Before the kid could react, Han Fei closed the refrigerator door, dragged it to the bathroom, and then opened it again.

The little devil, desperate to escape, rushed out of the refrigerator, only to be entangled in black hair. It cried and screamed desperately, but could not break free.

To distance himself from the situation, Han Fei retreated immediately before his mother went berserk, dragging the refrigerator back to the second bedroom with all his might.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds, and Han Fei's skill was astonishing.

"My real brother is hiding under the bed. After scaring him to tears, my mother will still come over. I need to get rid of all the ghosts in the second bedroom before he cries."

Without fear or apprehension, Han Fei's expression was frighteningly calm.

He rushed into the house with a kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at the air.

When Han Fei raised the cleaver, there was nothing at the doorway. Just as he was about to bring the cleaver down, two arms appeared. It felt as if the other party had deliberately extended their arms in front of Han Fei, inviting him to chop.

After severing the hand behind the door, Han Fei jumped onto the bed and frantically swung the kitchen knife at a spot on the curtains.

A scream rang out, and Han Fei scattered the ashes of paper money from the brazier, intending to drag the hanged ghost into the refrigerator.

Just then, the wardrobe door opened, and Han Fei, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, didn't even look, and instead stabbed the kitchen knife at a certain spot.

His blood-soaked clothes were torn, and Han Fei used this precious time to severely injure the hanged ghost. But just as he was distracted, shadows lurking under the desk surged out like a tide, revealing a series of vengeful spirits hiding in dark corners.

Han Fei's body was dragged into the darkness under the desk by a series of hands, and ghostly faces completely engulfed him.

……

He opened his eyes for the fourteenth time and was killed by a ghost.

The fifteenth time he opened his eyes, he was dragged downstairs by the hanged ghost and fell to his death.

The sixteenth time he was enveloped in blood-stained clothing, his entire body's blood was absorbed by the clothing.

He was besieged and killed for the seventeenth time.

He was strangled by his hair after failing to break the mirror for an extended period of time on the eighteenth occasion.

……

Slowly opening his eyes, the man picked up the photo frame and smashed it. He picked up the sharpest piece of glass and instinctively slashed it at his arm.

After making forty-four bloody marks, he hesitated for a moment, then made a forty-fifth bloody mark.

"What do these bloodstains represent? Why is this pain so familiar to me!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at his arms. One arm was slashed and bleeding profusely, while the other arm was completely unharmed.

"I think I've forgotten something."

He grabbed the shards of glass with his blood-stained arm, then slowly drew a name on his other arm.

Han Fei!

The man pushed open the door, blocking people's heads, and entered the room.

"The next step is to get the key."

The man had forgotten many things, but he was incredibly familiar with this room, as if he had always lived there. He knew the location of every ghost in the room, and each ghost corresponded to a kind of pain in his mind.

He lured the mother into the bedroom, obtained ropes and restraints, and then killed the corpse and the girl's head in the refrigerator before turning on the fire in the kitchen.

While hunting ghosts, he was distracted and smashed the mirror.

The man was precise down to the second in everything he did. He entered the bedroom three times. The first time, he lured out the little devil from the pile of toys and used the hair in the refrigerator and bathroom to kill the little devil.

The second time, he cut off the arm behind the door and plunged the dagger hidden in the pile of toys into the hanged man's heart.

Before the blood-stained clothes appeared, he evacuated the room, moving the bedroom sofa to block the doorway to the master bedroom to prevent his mother from coming out.

Then, the second bedroom was opened for the third time, just as the blood-stained clothes were absorbing the yin energy of the hanged ghost.

After it had devoured the hanged ghost, the man voluntarily opened his arms and put on the blood-stained clothes.

His clothes were covered in blood, with tiny blood vessels piercing his skin, slowly sucking his blood, but also protecting his vital organs.

He kicked over the desk, and ghostly figures crawled out from under it, almost filling the entire room.

The man stared at the horrific scene without expression; his short-term memory was astonishing, and he even remembered the movements of every ghost.

When countless wandering ghosts rushed at him, he dodged between the withered arms, as if they had rehearsed beforehand, and those arms and claws always missed him by a hair's breadth.

He lured most of the spirits to the bathroom, where he used the hair to strangle them. Then, wielding a kitchen knife and wearing blood-stained clothes, he surrounded and killed the remaining spirits.

After confirming that all the ghosts had been killed, and with his body also being drained of a large amount of blood by the blood-soaked clothes, he rushed into the kitchen and lunged at the flames.

The flames scorched his body and blood-stained clothes. His cold eyes watched the screaming blood-stained clothes until the last piece of blood-stained clothes turned to ashes before he left.

"The clothes she wore when she committed the murder were burned."

Dragging his nearly broken body, the man picked up whatever he could see and smashed it against the bathroom mirror.

When the last lens fell off the frame, the woman's screams and black hair in the bathroom all disappeared.

The man silently turned around and looked towards the second bedroom.

He counted the seconds, and three seconds later, a disfigured boy crawled out from under the bed.

The child had an innocent expression, but his body was undergoing constant mutations, with thick blood vessels gushing out from his body, and he exuded a strong sense of malice.

The younger brother turned into a monster that devoured everything in the room, including toys, food, light, and even the parents' love.

The monster was becoming increasingly terrifying and disgusting; if the man didn't take action soon, he would be swallowed up as well.

"According to the instructions on the medical record, after killing all the ghosts, you need to kill the evil spirit on my younger brother to pass the level, but is there really an evil spirit on my younger brother?"

The monster drew closer, and the man, his body covered in wounds, grew increasingly calm: "I've forgotten why I came here, but I remember someone telling me to kill all the ghosts and save all the people."

The man raised the kitchen knife, but instead of harming the monster, he pointed the blade at himself: "No matter how ferocious and terrifying your brother becomes, in your memory he is still a human. The reason I can't leave until now is because there is still a ghost in this house that hasn't been killed."

The cleaver was pressed against his neck, and the man still remembered his own portrait in the frame by the door.

"The last ghost is me."

He slashed his neck with the tip of the knife, and blood seeped everywhere in the once-normal room, revealing the true nature of everything.

(End of this chapter)