My Healing Games

Chapter 997 Unspeakable Laughter
Death, the inevitable end for all life, is rarely mentioned, yet it is something we cannot avoid facing.

Han Fei was aware of every step of death: the cessation of breathing, the stopping of the heartbeat, the pale and stiffening of the body, the appearance of lividity, the onset of chilling, rigor mortis, and finally, decay and disappearance. He had witnessed many deaths before, until death was about to happen to him.

Six unspeakable beings have sealed off the paradise, and the most terrifying dream is about to unfold. Han Fei sees no hope of survival.

Meng already knows the black box is on him, and even if he temporarily abandons the passage, those unspeakable beings will find a way to kill him.

Others can escape, but Han Fei cannot. The inner world is occupied by ghosts, and there is no place for him in reality.

I want to be alone for a while.

Seeing Han Fei leave alone, the ghost manager hesitated for a moment before reminding him, "We don't have that much time. All your family and friends whom you met after entering the Deep World are in this area. Given Meng's personality, their final fate will be extremely tragic."

"Ten minutes, give me ten minutes." Han Fei didn't stop walking, his voice gradually lowering: "I don't know how many ten minutes I have left."

A man entered the Paradise passage. Han Fei did not run away. He found the Paradise Shrine, lifted the black cloth, and sat down next to the shrine.

“I discovered many secrets in the eleven shrines of the dream. One of us contains the will of the first demon. It could be me, or it could be you.”

Han Fei leaned against the shrine and took out the Rebirth Butcher's Blade. He tried to use the blade to slash his own wrist, but the warm humanity that formed the blade avoided him.

His butcher's knife was unwilling to harm him.

“I also found a large amount of the blood of the first generation of demons in the shrine of dreams. It is said that Fu Sheng became the Unspeakable by using similar demon blood, but that blood had no effect on me.”

Gripping the hilt tightly, Han Fei ignored Wang Sheng's mournful cries and forcefully urged the blade to cut open his wrist with all his willpower.

"To save more people, you have to learn to hurt me." Han Fei looked tenderly at the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, which was like a child who had grown up with him.

Blood flowed down his arm, like flowers in full bloom.

With his five fingers clenched into a fist, Han Fei let the blood drip onto the laughing statue.

The ghost blood, which had shown no reaction to Han Fei, underwent a change far beyond his expectations the moment it touched the statue.

Each drop of ghost blood seemed to come alive, its fine veins seeping into the statue, and an indescribable, terrifying power slowly fused with the maniacal laughter.

The maniacal laughter from the statue and Han Fei's heart skipped a beat simultaneously as he stood beside the shrine. The invisible thread of fate between them was stirred, and they felt each other's presence with unmistakable realism. Long ago, they lived in the same body, in a small house made of flesh and blood, where only the two of them, the children, resided.

The statues in the Paradise Shrine gradually became transparent. Kuangxiao opened his eyes. Ghost blood alone seemed to have no effect on Kuangxiao and Han Fei, but if it was mixed with their soul blood at the same time, it would produce unexpected effects.

The sound of his heartbeat was like the drumbeats coming from the depths of a sea of ​​blood, and the blood flowing continuously from Han Fei's body seemed to be awakening an incredibly terrifying giant demon.

Han Fei and Kuang Xiao both saw memories that did not belong to them. In the filthy, blood-red ocean, a consciousness was born in despair. Instead of sinking into the sea of ​​blood, it instinctively wanted to swim upwards, wanting to see a world without despair on the surface of the sea.

More and more negative emotions gathered around him, making him stronger and more terrifying. The hatred that made up his body seemed to hate people like him the most.

Amidst immense contradictions and pain, this consciousness emerged from the sea of ​​blood, bringing back to the world the despair, unbearable suffering, and pain that people had abandoned.

The bleeding gradually stopped, and Han Fei, pale-faced, managed to stay upright by holding onto the shrine.

When Han Fei first obtained the blood of the First Demon, he thought he was the abnormal consciousness of the First Demon. However, after he injected the demon blood into the statue of the Mad Laughing God, he found that the Mad Laughing God was able to stimulate the power of the First Demon more than he was.

Han Fei tried his best to return everything to the First Demon, but unknowingly, Han Fei's soul, fate, and life became entangled with the First Demon.

"The maniacal laughter is not yet complete."

After obtaining the blood, memories, and will of the first demon, the statue of the Laughing Demon was no longer dilapidated. He became the Unspeakable by usurping the god, and could use the innate abilities left behind by Fu Sheng, Gao Xing, and the Mirror God. Although these abilities were powerful, they did not truly unleash the full potential of the Laughing Demon.

Having spent so many years in the Crimson Orphanage, carrying the despair of countless children, the Laughing One is the perfect monster for the Deeper World. After obtaining the blood of the First Demon and Han Fei, the Laughing One begins his final transformation, and his own unique abilities emerge within the shrine.

"The laughter carries the despair of all the children, and I carry the hopes of each and every Black Box owner. If I could entrust both to the same person..." Han Fei still had one last trump card to use, which was to, like Fu Sheng, use his current status as the Black Box owner to forcefully open the Black Box with the help of the previous Black Box owners and make the final choice.

In the nightmare of the cemetery village, Fu Sheng's eldest son told Han Fei this secret through the nightmare. Fu Sheng had done this before his death, thus delaying the real world for several decades.

However, there are two drawbacks to doing this. Even with the help of the black box, it would be difficult for Han Fei to change the course of the battle. In addition, if he were to do this forcibly, he would also be destroyed.

While the maniacal laughter was still merging with the power of the first demon, Han Fei looked towards the skyscraper. The top of the tallest building in his field of vision had a passage connecting to reality, which could be used to build a bridge across the two worlds.

The bridge to the real world has been largely completed by Gao Xing. All that remains is for the deeper world to undergo another desperate blood sacrifice, and the passage will open.

"If we're going to face the worst-case scenario, I'll at least get my neighbors to leave."

The seven unspeakable beings are blocking the way, making it extremely difficult to break through their blockade and escape. The most successful method is to leave through the two passages controlled by Han Fei.

The shallow world is unstable; it is merely a man-made spiritual paradise that can easily turn into a spiritual prison. Therefore, the only way to truly escape is to open a passage to reality and allow the souls that follow Han Fei in the paradise to return to reality.

But if we do that, the real calamity will erupt, and everyone will be dragged down. Everything Han Fei saw in the shrine of happy memories will become reality.

"What should we do? Opening the passage will make us sinners of the times, but it could save our most important loved ones. The real world has never treated me kindly; these ghosts are what bring me warmth." Han Fei leaned against the shrine. "Or should we be like Fu Sheng, the village chief of the grave village, leading the village to fight to the last man, and then be buried together?"

When Han Fei was lost and confused, Kuangxiao gave him the answer.

The statue, now fully fused with the will and blood of the first demon, opened its eyes and raised its completely fleshy arms, pointing towards Animal Alley.

Xu Qin built a cursed shrine for herself in Animal Alley, and the unspeakable vengeful spirit who had always been after Xu Qin was also not far from Animal Alley.

Of the three unspeakable beings who have already made their move, the one that is slain is the weakest. The laughing statue points at it, and its meaning is very clear—kill it!

The dream has not yet arrived, and the maniac must take advantage of this time to kill as many people as possible.

Han Fei lowered his head slightly, as if he hadn't seen anything. His eyes were still full of despair, and negative emotions emanated from his body. Even without seeing, one could sense Han Fei's frustration hidden in the black mist.

Han Fei seemed to be terrified, and every word he uttered was about escaping. But in the instant he relaxed his guard, the Paradise Shrine erupted with a blinding blood light. Accompanied by hysterical laughter, a blood-soaked figure attacked the zombie without warning!

Those unspeakable things await the arrival of the dream. They had just fought with the Mad Laughter, and in their view, the Mad Laughter, who had been severely injured, was unlikely to launch an attack.

Drawing the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, Han Fei used the power of his Greedy Personality to absorb Xing Fu's sins, and he and Wu Chang followed suit with wild laughter.

Killing the zombie and letting Xu Qin devour all the negative emotions and curses it carries will surely allow her to achieve the final breakthrough.

The outcome may remain unchanged, but at least the situation will take a slight turn for the better.

Having survived countless life-or-death crises to get to this point, neither Han Fei nor Kuang Xiao will give up easily.

The blood-red sky was illuminated by his laughter, which was so swift that he could appear at any moment in any place shrine he was in.

Before he could even react, an arm pierced through his chest, which was made up of the purest negative emotions!
What shocked everyone present even more was that the maniacal laughter used an ability they had never seen before.

The fingers that pierced through Sang's chest grasped Sang's heart. Sang's negative emotions seemed to become a cure for Kuangxiao's laughter. The heart rapidly melted in Kuangxiao's hand, but Kuangxiao's ghostly figure became even larger. The scratches on his face dug out by the beast were also healing!
The wounds inflicted by beasts are permanent, which is why Teacher Li Xue's arm has never fully recovered, but the maniacal laughter seems to have broken this rule.

His ability is healing—not healing others, but using others to heal himself. It seems that anything he touches can be transformed.

The Unspeakable Ones, who were besieging them, never expected that the Mad Laughing Ones still retained such terrifying abilities, especially considering that they had just managed to severely injure the Mad Laughing Ones before.

The living ghost and the beast immediately rushed towards Animal Alley, laughing wildly but not caring at all. His hands were like sharp blades, constantly piercing into the soul of the zombie, grabbing the zombie's soul and will.

Extreme madness and extreme calmness coexist in the same person. His maniacal laughter is surrounded by boundless killing karma. Slaughter can enhance his strength without limit. This ability originally belonged to Gao Xing.

A fingertip slices through the soul, and the will of the dead is forcibly suppressed by a force. It gradually forgets the past, and even its obsession begins to waver. This is Fu Sheng's ability in the shrine of the plastic surgery hospital. The memories of all people and ghosts are toys that can be altered at will.

Within his blood-red eyes, a strange scale swayed back and forth. He laughed wildly, tearing his own soul and placing it on the scale. For every piece of his soul and flesh he placed on one side of the scale, an equal amount of the will and soul belonging to the dead would lose control on the other side.

Forced sacrifice! Forced fairness! The Mirror God probably never imagined that his talent could be used in this way.

(End of this chapter)