My Healing Games

Chapter 975 My End in Life is You
Only when he actually sat in the driver's seat did Han Fei realize how much pressure Zhang Mingli had been under.

The road ahead seemed endless, the thick darkness like a boundless ocean. The headlights could only illuminate a few meters ahead. Zhang Mingli had no idea what terrifying things he might encounter in the future; all he could rely on was the old, worn-out navigation system.

Loneliness, depression, and a tidal wave of negative emotions kept crashing over him, but he not only persevered, he even got off the bus several times to help others.

He steadfastly pursued his love, and at the same time, he was not changed by this dark, nightmarish world. Perhaps this is why his wife fell in love with him.

With the car damaged and the road ahead becoming increasingly bumpy, Han Fei didn't know how far he could drive. He wasn't thinking about how to escape this nightmare; all he could think about now was fulfilling Zhang Mingli's last wish.

"I want to see what lies at the end of this nightmare, and I want to take you to that end as well."

The healing personality was touched, helping Han Fei resist endless temptations and negative emotions: "Teacher Zhang, please don't fall asleep, we'll be at the finish line soon!"

In the darkness of night, all sorts of ghosts and monsters stared at the cars on the highway. Han Fei focused his attention and dodged the various dangers in advance.

Zhang Mingli was already injured, and he and Huang Ying were unable to get out of the car. In order to avoid being stopped, they could only avoid the trouble in their nightmare.

"We can't stop, or we'll be stuck here forever."

The sense of crisis in his heart made Han Fei extremely serious; the previous nightmares had not brought him this much pressure.

With his extraordinary senses and an almost intuitive ability to judge danger, Han Fei managed to evade several attacks.

His palms were sweaty, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. Han Fei's car was going slower and slower. It wasn't that he didn't want to drive faster, but that there was something wrong with the car itself.

The more blurred Zhang Mingli's consciousness became, the slower the car went, and the car body kept making strange noises, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Han Fei and Huang Ying were at their wits' end; the nightmare was terrifying, and the destination seemed like it would never be reached.

After turning a corner, the destination was still far away; after crossing another bridge, the distance to the destination didn't seem to have shortened much.

This final stretch of distance is like a matter of life and death, one that can never be crossed.

"Why haven't we arrived yet? How long is this dark road?"

After giving it his all, Han Fei drove for nearly another hour until the vehicle came to a complete stop.

No matter how he tried to control it, the vehicle wouldn't respond; it had stalled and was stopped on a muddy, gloomy abandoned road.

The rotting leaves buried the road, and perhaps apart from Zhang Mingli, no one knew that there was a road here, let alone that he was here, that he had stopped on this road.

"Are we getting off the bus?" Han Fei had witnessed Da Nie's miserable state before. Getting off the bus would result in being attacked by dreams, with countless dream dusts drilling into his blood vessels, causing unbearable pain. But there was no other way now.

Zhang Mingli's car could no longer move forward, and the navigation system seemed to be broken. They still had a third of the way to go to reach their destination.

"Brother Huang, you stay in the car, I'll carry Teacher Zhang on my back and keep going."

"No way!" Huang Ying refused without even thinking. "I'll go with you."

“I have another unspeakable blessing on me, so I won’t die even if I go out. So just do as I say.” Han Fei looked at Zhang Mingli: “I don’t know you very well, but I have seen everything you have done along the way. Someone like you should not live in a nightmare, but should embrace your own happiness.”

Zhang Mingli, a guy with extremely poor manners, looked at Han Fei with a hint of apology in his eyes. He struggled to raise his hand, as if trying to express something.

"Actually, I lied to you before. I didn't have eleven girlfriends. I also envy the kind of love you described." Han Fei pushed open the car door. The moment he smelled the presence of living people, countless ghost faces and spirits emerged from the bushes on both sides. All the evil in the nightmare was waiting for Han Fei to get out of the car.

Once he escapes the protection of the Nightmare Master, he will be met with a deadly attack containing unspeakable power.

Nightfall casts down dream dust, which is difficult to see with the naked eye. Like poisonous insects that kill invisibly, it is ready to gather on Han Fei at any moment.

"Han Fei, should we wait a little longer?" Huang Ying, sitting in the back seat, suddenly spoke up, pointing to the car's navigation system: "Have you noticed something? This destination... seems to be slowly approaching us."

"Is the finish line moving?"

"While you guys were chatting so enthusiastically about love, I was smoking and checking the navigation destination out of boredom. I noticed a very subtle change," Huang Ying said confidently. "I know Teacher Zhang really wants to get to the destination, and I'm curious too, but the car is broken down now, so why don't we wait a bit?"

"Teacher Zhang's life's end point is moving, which means that the end point may not refer to a specific place, but may also refer to a person!" Han Fei had done countless missions in the deep world, and his mind was working very fast.

As the car door was closed again, the hidden evil spirits were greatly disappointed. They emerged from their hiding place and slowly approached the car, their bodies radiating malice.

Night fell, obscuring all light, and the ghost silently approached, climbing onto Zhang Mingli's car.

The circuit was cut off, the car's malfunction worsened, and all equipment gradually stopped working.

A chill seeped into the car through the cracks, the music was replaced by eerie gnawing sounds, and finally, the navigation system, which Zhang Mingli had considered his only hope, went black.

The car was pitch black; they seemed to have been forgotten on this road.

We've lost our navigation, our direction, and our goal.

Despair grew inside the car, but to Han Fei's surprise, Zhang Mingli, as the owner of the nightmare, remained unaffected even when consumed by despair. It seemed that there was something in his heart that could not be altered by the dream and would never change.

The car grew colder and colder, and the malevolent ghostly faces on the windows drew ever closer. Darkness, despair, loneliness, and fear filled the air. This boundless ninth layer of nightmare seemed like a giant black vortex, threatening to crush them.

Time ticked by, and Zhang Mingli's body temperature continued to drop.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting in the darkness—maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour—but the light in Zhang Mingli's eyes slowly faded: "I don't think I'll make it to the end... If you two can leave alive, could you do me a favor?"

"You said."

“I feel like I died a long time ago, but I don’t know why I can still see her here. If you manage to leave alive, be sure to tell her not to come looking for me here again, just say I’ve moved.” Zhang Mingli’s body was already weak, and his voice grew softer and softer: “Her name is Xuan Xiaoxiao. When we were teaching in the rural area, we taught students together. She made me teach moral education and physical education, and then she kept taking up my classes. She even told the students that I had injured my foot by a pig. During the Spring Festival, she treated me to braised pork. She even named the village’s guard dog, which would bite anyone it saw, Mingli. I named my cat Xiaoxiao. Mingli isn’t afraid of anyone, except Xiaoxiao…”

As night falls, my thoughts drift away.

Zhang Mingli's lips were purple, and the blood on his neck had congealed. He couldn't make much of a sound, but his hand wanted to reach forward.

I dreamt that you were waving to me. I no longer lingered in the muddy past. For the first time, I wanted to get closer to you.

Suddenly, the pupils, which were about to dilate, sensed a faint ray of light.

Han Fei and Huang Ying turned their heads at the same time, looking straight ahead at the vehicle. On this deserted road that no one had ever walked on, on this dark and desperate night road, a car was driving towards them!
The headlights dispelled the ghosts in the darkness. Two cars that started from different points and were heading towards each other met again.

The driver was a middle-aged woman; she was no longer young, and she was extremely anxious, her face streaked with tears.

She, who was once optimistic and cheerful, is now in a very poor mental state, trapped in despair and pain, and unable to get out of it.

The car headlights shone on Zhang Mingli, and when he saw the woman driving, a look appeared on his face.

Han Fei had never seen this expression before. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that it was love.

"Ming Li!"

The two cars stopped on the abandoned highway, and from the moment they met, all the malice and loneliness in the nightmare began to dissipate.

The woman stumbled out of the car and came to Zhang Mingli's car. She opened the car door and cried like a child when she saw Zhang Mingli.

"Why are you so disobedient? I told you not to come looking for me, it's dangerous here..." Zhang Mingli said with a stern face, not mentioning anything about what he had encountered along the way. But before he could finish speaking, the woman threw herself into his arms and hugged him.

A lifetime of wandering is nothing more than a dark road.

You are at the end of the road, so I will go to see you no matter what.

Because I know you want to see me, because I know I love you.

Starlight dispelled the dream dust, and the edges of the vast nightmare slowly crumbled.

As he embraced his wife, Zhang Mingli recalled many things. As the master of the ninth layer of nightmare, he knew far more than Han Fei thought.

In fact, when he saw Han Fei and Huang Ying, he had a premonition that his nightmare would end, but he still did not harm Han Fei and Huang Ying.

"Love is incredibly precious and rare. It's what that monster desires most, so I can't let it succeed, and I certainly can't let you become its next target." Zhang Mingli didn't let go of his wife; he held her tightly. "Xiaoxiao, you won't have nightmares anymore."

The ninth layer of nightmare dissipates, and the nightmare's owner also disappears. Xuan Xiaoxiao will never enter a dream containing him again. Zhang Mingli's gentle words are his final farewell.

Perhaps it was because of this that Meng felt Zhang Mingli would do anything to kill Han Fei, so that he could see his beloved wife in his nightmares again.

"Although I feel it's inappropriate for me to speak now, I don't think you need to be separated by life and death." Han Fei raised his hand, hoping that the two teachers would let him speak: "If I'm not mistaken, Teacher Zhang must have had an accident and is actually no longer here, so you always meet in a nightmare between life and death. But I have a way to bring Teacher Zhang out of the nightmare and let you reunite in 'Perfect Life'."

After hearing Han Fei's words, both Teacher Zhang and Teacher Xuan looked at Han Fei at the same time, and Han Fei would probably never forget those looks in his life.

“My personality is rather unique; I can take away the ghosts from my nightmares.” The flames of greed burned wildly in Han Fei’s eyes, and an unfathomable abyss of greed appeared behind him: “I’m here to give you a new ending.”

I slightly modified the ending of this nightmare, wishing that all the hands that wanted to touch but pulled back would eventually be able to hold each other tightly, and wishing everyone could fall in love with the one they love and move towards a happy and fulfilling life together.

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