My Healing Games

Chapter 971 The Ninth Floor Nightmare Night Train

"Alright, alright, there's no one else here, stop acting." After Huang Ying entered the building shrouded in thick fog, his resolute face and cold aura instantly collapsed, and he looked at Han Fei speechlessly.

At this moment, Han Fei was still immersed in the play, and his gaze toward Huang Ying was full of piety and admiration.

"You're exaggerating too much, aren't you? It's not that serious, it's not that serious..." Huang Ying felt that even wearing a master-level acting mask, he couldn't match Han Fei's realistic performance. Only then did he remember that Han Fei's main job was as an actor.

"I had already cleared the eighth level of Nightmare before you arrived. Because I used forbidden power in Nightmare, I'm now being targeted by Nightmare with all my might. Are you sure you want to enter the ninth level of Nightmare with me later?" Han Fei grabbed Huang Ying's arm: "Since we're already here, why not give it a try?"

"Let's give it a try." Huang Ying and Han Fei walked side by side, passing through the lobby on the first floor, entering the corridor, and climbing up step by step.

"The shrine to dreams is on the top floor. With each nightmare you clear, you get one step closer to it."

As they reached the corner on the second floor, a feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and Han Fei and Huang Ying were swallowed up by endless darkness.

A scorching wind blew across their cheeks. Han Fei and Huang Ying opened their eyes to find a two-story building engulfed in flames.

Not far from the small building, there was a strangely dressed man carrying a bucket of gasoline rushing towards the sea of ​​fire.

"He's not trying to put out the fire, is he?" Huang Ying pointed at the man. "Should we stop him?"

"No need, let's wait and see."

The gasoline drum was thrown into the fire, and soon after, an explosion was heard. The roof of the small building was blown through, all the windows on the floors were shattered, and debris was everywhere!

"Hahahaha! That's awesome!"

The man's fingers were also burned, but he didn't care at all. He grabbed a fire axe next to him and smashed it at the flower pots outside the building.

After destroying everything, he sat in the middle of the yard, watching the burning house like a child watching fireworks.

"It's beautiful, it's fucking beautiful!"

After resting for a moment, the man turned around, still holding the fire axe. He saw Han Fei and Huang Ying by the roadside: "What are you looking at?! Want to call the police? This is my house! I can burn it however I want!"

"If you were walking down the street and suddenly saw someone burning down their house, you'd stop and look too," Han Fei said casually. "Is your house haunted? Why would you burn it down?"

"I'm willing!" The man had the air of an outlaw. "You two don't seem like good people either. Why don't you come with me and escape from here?"

"Escape?" Han Fei looked around. Apart from the burning house in front of him, the ninth level of the nightmare was completely shrouded in darkness. Based on his past experience, players could not enter pure darkness; if they wanted to explore other places, they could only follow the madman.

"If you don't leave, you might be left here forever, trapped in this cage, a prisoner of life." The man's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

He took his axe and went to the roadside, then got into the only car.

“The ninth level of nightmare should be bigger than the eighth level. We can’t be stuck at the starting point. Let’s catch up with him.” Han Fei and Huang Ying opened the back door and got in as well.

“It’s great to have the two of you with me on the road. This late-night trip won’t be lonely.” The man placed the fire axe on the passenger seat and turned the car stereo up to the maximum volume: “Life is short. You should indulge yourself when you should. Don’t wait until you’re old and can’t have fun anymore to go to a nursing home and cry alone.”

"But what does this have to do with you burning down your own house?" Huang Ying was entering a nightmare for the first time, and he didn't understand.

"Say goodbye to the past! That house holds my past life, which was like garbage. Only by burning it down can I be reborn!" The man handed the tablet in the car to Han Fei: "Choose whatever songs you want to listen to. Don't be shy. Meeting is fate. My car is your home!"

Opening the playlist, Han Fei glanced at it briefly—"It's a misunderstanding," "It's not what you think," "It's just simple drinking," "I was drunk and don't remember," "There's nothing I can do if that's what you think"...

"Your playlist has a story behind it." Han Fei didn't select any songs, but quickly flipped through the other information. Apart from some games, the tablet was full of photos of a girl, but the girl's face was covered by various layers.

"That's more than just a story, it's absolutely heartbreaking! What a bastard!" the man cursed. "Let's not talk about the past. What are your names? We need to address each other, right?"

"My name is Han Fei, and this is my brother Huang Ying."

“One of you is surnamed Han, and the other is surnamed Huang. Your stories are not simple either.” The man had a wild personality and spoke very directly: “My name is Zhang Mingli, a senior network engineering designer, a director of the New Shanghai Photography Enthusiasts Association, and I have also participated in volunteer teaching before, teaching Chinese, music and moral education.”

"You teach moral education?" Han Fei glanced at the fire axe in the passenger seat, his expression strange.

Huang Ying, on the other hand, remained calm. He knew that even Han Fei, the "Midnight Butcher," had once served as a patrolling teacher, so it wasn't hard to understand why a moral education teacher would carry a fire axe when going out.

"Damn it, I'm very civilized, okay?" Zhang Mingli retorted loudly. He was about to argue with Han Fei when he suddenly saw an old man dressed in funeral clothes appear on the road in the distance.

The old man slowly walked from the roadside to the middle of the road. When he saw the car coming, he not only did not move away, but stopped directly.

Zhang Mingli's reaction was also very direct; he stepped on the gas pedal. This guy had just burned down his own house and seemed to have no intention of living at all.

The car's speed increased sharply, the night wind howled, and Zhang Mingli had no intention of slowing down at all!
"Calm down! I'll pay for the staged accident if necessary!" Huang Ying said anxiously, while Han Fei silently helped them fasten their seatbelts.

"What do you mean by 'hit-and-run'? This road is often haunted. How could someone dressed in a funeral shroud be running in the middle of the road in the middle of the night? It must be a ghost!" Zhang Mingli accelerated again, and the car sped forward like a mad beast.

As the car drew closer, the old man in the funeral clothes finally became frightened. In his final moments, he disregarded everything and rolled away to the side.

"Are you blind?! Can't you see there's someone on the road?!" The old man's hat was askew, and his makeup was soaked with cold sweat. "Are you driving so fast because you're in a hurry to be reincarnated?!"

Hearing the old man's insults, Zhang Mingli didn't hold back at all. He slowed down, rolled down the window, and stuck his head out of the car: "You son of a bitch, you old dog trying to scam me! I'll teach you to be a *****! I'll run you over! Get the ***** out of here! You son of a bitch!"

Zhang Mingli was extremely aggressive, and he managed to make the old man in the funeral clothes, whose face was covered with white foundation, turn black with anger.

“I’ve run into this old man three times, and he’s tried to scam me every time. I suspect he’s memorized my license plate number! No way! I can’t take it anymore!” Zhang Mingli got angrier and angrier as he spoke. He slammed on the brakes, opened the car door, grabbed the fire axe, and rushed out: “Come here! Say one more curse word for me! Don’t run away!”

Han Fei and Huang Ying sat in the car, watching Zhang Mingli carrying a fire axe, chasing an old man dressed in funeral clothes all over the night road.

"Is this the ninth level of nightmare?"

"How should I put it? This level is quite different from the previous nightmare levels I cleared."

A few minutes later, Zhang Mingli returned, panting: "That old man ran pretty fast. No wonder he dared to stage an accident; he's got some kind of agility."

Zhang Mingli restarted the car and continued driving forward.

Sitting in the back seat, Han Fei glanced at the navigation. Zhang Mingli wasn't driving aimlessly; he had a destination. Han Fei was a little curious about where this journey would end.

"Why aren't you two saying anything? We just met, and things are getting really lively right now. Why are you both so quiet?" Zhang Mingli seemed to really dislike quiet; he was even afraid of it.

The driver's mental state was extremely unstable, so Huang Ying was truly not in the mood to talk.

Han Fei recalled the clues he saw in the car and casually said, "Actually, I'm very confused right now. I'm often confused about life and love. I've been having insomnia for several months."

"What a coincidence! This is a perfect match for your major! I can give you some advice; I used to be a moral education teacher." Zhang Mingli laughed. "At your age, people usually only worry about two things: first, money; second, love."

"I do have some problems in relationships."

"Tell me, does the person you like not like you back? Or did the person you like run off with someone else? Or did she betray you?" Zhang Mingli drove with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other.

"Actually, I've had eleven girlfriends."

"How much?!" Zhang Mingli almost bit off his cigarette; this was not the story he wanted to hear.

“Eleven.” Han Fei nodded, getting into the zone, while Huang Ying next to him turned to look out the car window, not daring to say a word.

"Then what are you so worried about! I won't let you listen to my playlist anymore!" Zhang Mingli is not young, but his mental state is very "pure".

"Among them are my subordinates, my bosses, my school teachers, and my childhood sweetheart..."

"That's enough, that's enough, stop introducing me." Zhang Mingli waved his hands repeatedly: "Childhood sweethearts? I've never even heard of such a term. The girls I grew up with all called me a loser from the same village."

"Although I've been with so many girls, I still don't understand what love is. I don't understand what true love is." Han Fei was in character, and his emotions were conveyed through subtle changes in his facial expressions, a mixture of sadness, pain, torment, and longing.

“Someone like you who can get love so easily definitely doesn’t understand what love is.” Zhang Mingli lit another cigarette. “Let me tell you, love is hurt! It’s pain! The deeper the love, the more it hurts!”

"Teacher Zhang, have you had similar experiences? What was your love like?" Han Fei asked the question he really wanted to ask. The strange playlist, the photo of a girl with her face covered, the night train rushing headlong towards a certain destination—all of these seemed to be hinting at love.

(End of this chapter)