My Healing Games

Chapter 976 The Imprisoned God

Zhang Mingli felt that love was painful because his love was always forced to end in separation. In his first relationship, the distance between him and his lover was the distance between their hearts; in his second relationship, the distance between him and his wife was the distance between life and death.

His love was so intense that he was so pained when he lost it.

The only fortunate thing was that he later met the girl who responded just as enthusiastically, and his bumpy, dark road finally came to an end.

The ninth layer of nightmare is constantly collapsing. Sincere love is too rare, and even dreams have never had it. Therefore, dreams have arranged many things in this layer of nightmare.

It tried again and again to turn the purest love into a nightmare, but it seemed to have never succeeded.

"You have a way to get me out of here? You can get me out of this godforsaken place?!" Zhang Mingli had never dared to dream of such a thing, but Han Fei nodded with certainty.

"But I need your full cooperation. Are you willing to trust me?" Han Fei's greedy personality and nightmares are mutually exclusive. He wants to take away Meng's most beloved "toy," and Meng will naturally do everything in her power to stop him.

“We haven’t known each other for very long, but I believe you are someone I can trust.” Zhang Mingli looked at the abyss behind Han Fei: “What do you need me to do? I’ll do anything you ask!”

"Before the nightmare completely dissipates, enter my personality, and you will gain the freedom to leave the nightmare, but your fate will also become intertwined with mine." Han Fei did not hide anything; the ghosts swallowed by the abyss of greed would all be controlled by his greed.

"no problem."

"Don't rush to agree. Think it over carefully. I also have some other things to take care of." Han Fei looked at the car Xuan Xiaoxiao had driven. Inside the car sat three players, all of whom were covered in butterfly patterns and had vicious and terrifying expressions on their faces.

“Five players entered the ninth level of the nightmare. Apart from me and Huang Ying, the other three were arranged by the dream! It knew that Zhang Mingli’s destination was Xuan Xiaoxiao, so it made those three players who had joined the dream do their best to stop him, so that Xuan Xiaoxiao would not be able to meet Zhang Mingli, and Zhang Mingli would never be able to reach the destination…” Han Fei’s eyes were filled with a chilling killing intent. He remembered the appearance of the three players.

Perhaps because Han Fei was feeling uneasy, one player dared not stay in the car any longer. He opened the car door and tried to escape, but as soon as he left Xuan Xiaoxiao's car, he was torn apart by the monsters outside.

"How pathetic. The dream has never treated you as its own people; you are merely tools in its eyes." The ghostly markings on Han Fei's body echoed the Abyss of Greed, and a giant axe formed from sin slowly appeared: "The Greedy Personality cannot take the player out of the nightmare, but it can take out three ghosts. Since you are unwilling to be human, then I will personally make you ghosts."

Eleven shrines were erected overnight in the shallow world, and players were assisting Meng in the main city. This hidden force should not be underestimated. Han Fei had been on guard against them, and now he wanted to use these players controlled by Meng to find other traitors.

As the giant axe fell, Han Fei forcibly dragged the two players into the abyss of greed before their souls were devoured by the nightmare.

After learning about Li Teng's actions, Han Fei showed no mercy. These players, manipulated by the dream, were frantically killing other players in order to level up quickly.

Once they are exposed, Meng will make them vanish into thin air to avoid being discovered herself.

Even if Han Fei kills him, at least his soul remains, and he might be able to atone for his sins and become a good ghost in the future.

“Now that the soul is in my hands, I can ask it many questions.”

As the nightmare collapsed, Zhang Mingli made his final choice. He first sent his wife's consciousness out of the nightmare, and then walked into the abyss of greed without any regrets.

Zhang Mingli was willing to become part of the abyss of greed, but Meng was not. The toy it had painstakingly nurtured wanted to leave, and in its anger, it used everything in the dream to stop it.

Nightmares crawled out densely from the edge of the dream, some of them even exuding hatred.

Perhaps due to spending too much time in nightmares, Zhang Mingli's body was covered with countless dream dust, and every vein in his body was black.

As he tried to escape the nightmare, thin lines of blood pierced his body like steel needles, trying to pull him back into the nightmare.

Zhang Mingli and Xuan Xiaoxiao are both ordinary people, but their love is so precious that they are unwilling to give up even their dreams.

After a long stalemate, until the ninth layer of the nightmare shattered, Han Fei was once again stuck in that pitch-black world. An indescribable terrifying aura came from an unknown direction, and at the same time, a maniacal laugh rang out from the ghostly runes.

The dream, whose true form had not yet descended, clashed with the maniacal laughter that appeared through Han Fei's ghostly markings in the darkness. A large number of nightmares exploded like bubbles, revealing what was hidden beneath them.

It looked like a series of broken boxes, all seemingly failures, haphazardly piled together, forming an extremely distorted and unique shrine in the darkness.

What surprised Han Fei even more was that there seemed to be a person locked up in that most special shrine!

The other person was imprisoned in a black shrine, his body covered with all the colors of the world, and the butterfly patterns that represented nightmares seemed to have been drawn with his blood!

"Who is he? Why is he locked in the shrine of dreams?"

Han Fei tried his best to see the person's face clearly, but at this moment, Kuang Xiao and Meng clashed again, and excruciating pain came from all parts of Han Fei's body, and then blood flooded his eyes.

When Han Fei opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the hospital in the main urban area.

Excruciating pain radiated from all parts of his body; had Huang Ying not been there to support him, Han Fei would have already fallen to the ground.

The butterfly pattern attached to Han Fei's skin had been covered by the ghost pattern. The butterfly pattern that could not be removed was torn off along with Han Fei's skin by the maniacal laughter.

"You're too hard on yourself, aren't you?" Huang Ying didn't know how to comment on Han Fei.

"I didn't tear those skins..." Han Fei's consciousness and soul entered the game. The butterfly pattern eroded his soul, and the maniacal laughter destroyed a small part of his consciousness to ensure that Han Fei was not disturbed by the dream. This process was extremely painful for Han Fei.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei dispelled the gray fog around him. He calmed down and sensed the souls in his mind. Zhang Mingli and the two traitors were still there.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first." Han Fei's mind was filled with thoughts of the person inside the shrine. The other person also exuded an indescribable aura, but it seemed that he was being used as a tool by Meng: "Any indescribable being, even with the weakest song, has the ability to change the situation. Meng actually imprisoned the indescribable in her own shrine? Is the reason why these eleven shrines can exist in the shallow world is because they have been constantly consuming the soul of the imprisoned indescribable?"

In Han Fei's understanding, the unspeakable was already the most terrifying ghost in the deep world.

After leaving the main city hospital, Han Fei and Huang Ying spent several hours in the ninth level of the nightmare. The area outside the hospital was already packed with waiting players.

This is Huang Ying's first time entering the Nightmare mode, and countless players are watching him closely. If Huang Ying fails to complete the level and dies in the Nightmare, everyone will gradually become pessimistic.

Because there was no hope, everyone treated everything they could grasp as hope, and the number one player, Huang Ying, was everyone's hope.

In this situation, even if Huang Ying fails to pass the level, or even wins by a narrow margin, it will shake the confidence of some players.

The hospital's outer gates opened, and the gray fog dispersed to both sides. Huang Ying, unharmed, helped the badly injured Han Fei out.

Han Fei, who was considered powerful and terrifying by the players, was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but Huang Ying was completely calm, as if he had just gone on a trip, and the kind of trip where he had a driver and was just sitting in the back seat, leisurely smoking and relaxing.

He was too calm, his heart was completely unmoved. The nine-layered nightmare was really insignificant in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to comment on it.

Huang Ying's confidence and strength inspired the onlookers; even if the sky were to fall, Huang Ying would be there to hold it up!

Someone started it, and the crowd began chanting Huang Ying's name again.

With a faint smile, Huang Ying nodded slightly and helped Han Fei back to the Happiness Community residence.

"Quick, someone come here! Help bandage him!"

"Han Fei is injured?"

A group of people brought the most precious medicines from the shallow world to treat Han Fei, but Han Fei waved his hand and said, "This is a wound to the soul, and the medicines here are not very useful."

Han Fei opened his inventory and took out the meat that Xu Qin had cooked and started eating.

While eating, he sensed the greedy personality. After confirming that the gray fog could not penetrate into the camp, he released Zhang Mingli first.

The light of the shallow world shines on my body, and a long-lost warmth washes over my heart.

"Holy crap! That's freaking bright!"

A familiar voice rang out in the lobby of the residence. Teacher Zhang stared blankly at everything around him. The ordinary things he used to take for granted now made him feel like he was in paradise.

"I've left the nightmare?" Zhang Mingli was stunned for a long time before he noticed Han Fei and Huang Ying. Perhaps he had stayed in the nightmare for too long, and he still couldn't believe it even after leaving it.

"Yes, I will do everything I promised you." Han Fei extended his hand to Zhang Mingli: "Welcome to the Happy Community. From now on, we are family."

"Really? Are you kidding me?" Zhang Mingli slapped himself hard across the face. "Didn't you feel any pain?"

“You are indeed dead. From a professional point of view, you are now a vengeful ghost, but because I cannot sense any resentment or hatred in you, I cannot determine your strength.” This was the first time Han Fei had brought out the ghost from his nightmare, and he did not know what abilities Zhang Mingli had retained.

"I'm a ghost? Then this is the underworld?" Zhang Mingli asked uncertainly.

"This is 'Perfect Life,' a warm and healing world of spiritual consciousness." Huang Ying smoked several cigarettes from Teacher Zhang, and he also thought Teacher Zhang was quite good.

"You think you can still do marketing and packaging in the afterlife? You're utterly shameless!"

Zhang Mingli firmly believed that this was the underworld, and he even suspected that Han Fei was a civil servant of some underworld agency. It took Huang Ying and Bai Xian a long time to make Zhang Mingli understand everything.

“Teacher Zhang, the fact that your wife can meet you in the nightmare means she must still be alive in reality. I will find a way to let her log into the game to meet you, and you can live together through this game in the future.” Han Fei’s words made Zhang Mingli extremely excited, but then he changed the subject: “However, the nightmare also knows that you have escaped. If you don’t destroy the dream completely as soon as possible, it may target your wife in reality, because the two of you together form a love story.”

"That **** dream, I'll destroy it sooner or later, ***!"

“Teacher Zhang, we’re all civilized people, so I won’t beat around the bush.” Han Fei recalled the scene he saw in the nightmare: “As the master of the ninth layer of the nightmare, do you know any secrets about dreams?”

The sanitation workers on Ping'an Street told Han Fei a lot of things back then, so Zhang Mingli should know even more.

"secret?"

“Every nightmare is like a bubble, and beneath these bubbles lies a shrine, within which a strange god is imprisoned.”

"Does he have a lot of colors on him?" Zhang Mingli seemed to recall something: "I remember one day many years ago, all the night sky of nightmares turned into color, and all the souls in nightmares heard strange songs. They carried a sadness that permeated the soul, unspeakable pain and the deepest despair. It was from that day that all nightmares began to grow on their own, and the dreams seemed to have no end."

“Strange singing…” Upon hearing Zhang Mingli’s description, Han Fei suddenly thought of Fu Sheng’s third child, who was seriously injured beyond words—singing.

“If you want to see the god in the shrine, just keep exploring the nightmare.” Zhang Mingli pointed to himself: “There are many people like me in the countless nightmares. As long as we can lead everyone out of the dream, the overall strength of the dream will drop rapidly. All its abilities come from us.”

"Do you know how many layers there are in a nightmare?"

“I don’t know, but I do know that among all the nightmares, there are a few very special ones. Those nightmares are shrouded in layers, as if they were deliberately hidden.” Zhang Mingli slammed his hands on the table: “We don’t need to complete all the nightmares. Our goal is to kill the dream! To completely destroy it! So just find the most special nightmare and find its weakness!”

Teacher Zhang is excellent in both character and academics, and is also skilled in murder and arson. As soon as he opened his mouth, he thought of the same thing as Han Fei.

(End of this chapter)