My Healing Games

Chapter 998 Blood-Red Night
In just a few seconds, most of the lost soul was ripped out, and the living ghosts and beasts had already arrived.

Representing the unspeakable bestiality of humanity, it opens its mouth, each tooth bearing the mark of unforgettable hatred.

He laughed wildly, avoiding the heart that contained divinity, and then let the beast tear at his body. He seemed to feel no pain, and instead laughed even more madly.

The completely suppressed zombie wanted to resist, but the maniacal laughter was too terrifying. The madman didn't care about his own life or death, as if he would drag it down with him even if he died.

Fear hadn't crossed my mind in a long time, but when faced with maniacal laughter, that human cowardice unconsciously surfaced.

This could be because The Laughter used the Shrine's power, or it could be because The Laughter truly instilled fear in it.

"Oh!"

The head of the Sang, formed from the most painful emotions in the world, was smashed open by maniacal laughter. Boundless black smoke billowed upwards, and the maniacal laughter was like a sea of ​​fire, threatening to burn the Sang to ashes.

His ten fingers pierced deep into his skull, and the blood flowing from his maniacal body flowed into Zang's body, transforming into delicate, exquisite chains.

As he stood up, all the chains tightened, and he stepped on the zombie's legs, tearing its body in two!

The night sky and the earth were stained blood-red. The maniacal laughter seemed to be standing in a waterfall of negative emotions. He laughed hysterically, using everything of the false god to heal his own pain.

Screams echoed through the paradise. The body of the wrathful being was torn apart. Without further hesitation, it abandoned all negative emotions, and its will, along with its core strength, retreated.

He can use the souls of his enemies as medicine to heal his own wounds. His ability to laugh wildly is also the most terrifying among the unspeakable. He is flamboyant and crazy, and has no fear of death.

While the living ghost and the beast held back the maniacal laughter, the lost one, like a stray dog, desperately tried to hide in the black mist. But he had only escaped halfway when he saw an incomparably dazzling blade of light!
Living in darkness, San had never seen such bright and intense light.

"To be reborn!"

Emerging from the fog of the soul, Han Fei was already prepared when he made his move, laughing wildly.

Fu Shengzi's power surged from the blade of humanity, and with an unspeakable blessing, all his companions swung their blades together with Han Fei.

When Han Fei was very weak, the special blade of Rebirth helped him kill Butterfly because of its rare properties. Now, Han Fei is no longer the same Han Fei, and Rebirth has been strengthened several times. This is not the first time Han Fei has swung his blade at the Unspeakable.

A flash of light appeared, and something seemed to be shattered within the will of the dead. Wherever its body passed, thick black blood splattered, containing soul poison and the sounds of all sorts of living people.

Complaints, insults, curses, sighs—all negative emotions accumulate within the body of the slumbering soul. They constitute the slumbering soul's will, and every mournful sound unconsciously provides strength to the slumbering soul, ultimately turning it into an unspeakable ghost.

Where Han Fei's blade had slashed, a huge, unhealable wound was left, resembling a giant mouth.

Han Fei only had one chance to make a move. The scattered dejection gathered around Han Fei amidst the shrill howls, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

"Impermanence!"

The strongest hatred in the city held up the unspeakable "giant mouth" with both hands. If the zombie could not kill Wuchang in a short time, its core will would be further destroyed by Han Fei.

Han Fei, whom Sang had never taken seriously, posed a threat to it at this moment that was no less than that of the maniacal laughter.

Using the power of words, Han Fei ignored all the interference of negative emotions, passed through the sighs, and charged towards the unspeakable "soul core" with his living body.

"Touch the secrets deep within your soul!"

This auxiliary skill, which had been with Han Fei for a long time, was used in a completely new way by him. He wanted to use the Rebirth Butcher's Blade to touch the unspeakable soul. Upon seeing the secret, he could destroy it, leaving no evidence.

In terms of skill usage, Han Fei and Kuang Xiao demonstrated amazing talent. They never confined themselves to the skills themselves, but rather gave the skills new meanings on their own.

Amidst the intense atmosphere of despair, flickering flames appeared. After all the wails turned into screams, it seemed as if the zombie's belly was stuffed full of flames!

Cracks appeared, the souls of the dead began to fractured, and humanity's yearning for a better future transformed into the brightest light, shining through those cracks.

The unspeakable can construct its own world of memories, which is the condensation of all faiths and the source of unspeakable power.

After being severely injured by the maniacal laughter, the world of memories hidden within the massive divine body of the Sang was shattered. Han Fei then used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to directly enter the Sang's divine soul and completely destroy the foundation of his faith.

The unspeakable grief dispersed into streams of sorrow, fleeing into the black mist. Han Fei, dragging the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, emerged from the boundless desolation, a shattered statue in his hand.

The statues had dejected faces, concealing unspeakable faith and astonishing negative emotions.

The zombie was not completely killed, but its faith and idols were taken away, its soul was torn apart, and it has basically lost its ability to fight.

It was only through the sudden attack of the maniacal laughter, the help of Fu Shengsheng's eldest son from the Rebirth Slaughter Blade, and the combined power of these two unspeakable forces that the attack was completed.

Kuangxiao was already much stronger than the ordinary Unspeakable One, possessing several shrines. After obtaining the blood of the first demon, his strength soared again. The situation was dire, but neither Kuangxiao nor Han Fei despaired.

They completed the transfer of ghost blood right under the unspeakable noses of the black mist, a tacit understanding between Han Fei and Kuang Xiao.

The raid on the zombie abode was only the first step. After acquiring the idol with its unspeakable faith, Han Fei would proceed with the second step of his plan.

He sent part of the curse contained in the statue of the God of Death into Xu Qin's shrine. During this time, he also tried to pour his own blood on Xu Qin's shrine, but he found that the ghost blood had no effect on Xu Qin, the source of the curse. Instead, his own blood stimulated the shrine.

The world of memories formed by the curse evolved rapidly within the shrine, and Han Fei seemed to be able to hear Xu Qin's roars within the shrine.

"She's almost there. If Number Two can devour the shrines that Dream built in the shallow world, or send all the curses from the nightmares in the shallow world into Xu Qin's body, she should be able to complete the final breakthrough."

Han Fei carried Xu Qin's shrine in Animal Alley on his back, wrapped it around himself with blood-stained cursed chains, and then ordered Wuchang to immediately notify the other neighbors.

Inside the amusement park, undercurrents surged. Han Fei, holding the statue of the God of Sorrow, looked towards the skyscraper.

Maniacal laughter filled the shrine of joy. He was now the master of the passage. To open the passage to reality with 100% success, two conditions needed to be met: the cooperation of the passage's master and an unspeakable sacrifice. Han Fei had now met both conditions.

After returning to the deeper world, Han Fei had already prepared for the worst, and his and Number Two's plans were also closely linked.

The fact that four million players were trapped could be attributed to Han Fei, but the tens of thousands of innocent people who subsequently responded to the call of top companies and voluntarily entered the game were people personally rescued by those big companies. They cannot be cleared of wrongdoing.

The goal is to have the nightmare's most cherished family members help explore the deepest layers of the nightmare, while simultaneously forcing major corporations in the real world to take further action. However, this crisis alone is insufficient to bind those corporations to Han Fei; a greater crisis, a deeper stimulus, is needed to make them see and feel the danger.

Most people only truly feel the pain when the knife cuts them.

Based on this, opening the path to reality is the only option.

If he had any other choice, Han Fei would never have done this, but he was already at his wit's end.

The Deep World Paradise is besieged by six unspeakable beings. The dream is about to arrive. The unspeakable being, who is even more terrifying than Fu Sheng, is a being of a different level. What can Han Fei use to fight it? Number Two is still merging with the will of the dream left in the shallow world. Xu Qin is only one step away from breaking through. All Han Fei can rely on is his maniacal laughter.

Even if they swear to never open the passage, Meng can still obtain it after Kuangxiao dies. At that time, no one in Xinhu will be able to stop Meng, and all hope will be shattered.

Considering all the circumstances, Han Fei and Number Two could only think of one solution.

Before the dream arrives, proactively open the passage to reality, send the neighbors with great potential out of the deep world, and preserve the spark.

This is a last resort; opening the sealed passage will kill many people, and Han Fei may become the only sinner among all the owners of the Black Box throughout history.

But more than becoming a sinner, he didn't want to see all his family and friends in the Deep World devoured by dreams, he didn't want to see Xin Hu have no chance to resist, and he didn't want to hand over his future to those he loathed.

Clutching the statue of the god of death and carrying Xu Qin's shrine on his back, Han Fei called the ghost manager to join him. They sat on the back of the Great Evil and rushed madly toward the skyscraper!

The black fog that shrouded the park began to churn like an angry ocean.

The fact that the Sang was severely injured did not affect the other unspeakable beings in the deeper world. Their expressions did not change much. It seemed that in their eyes, no matter how much Han Fei struggled, even if he killed all the unspeakable beings here, he had no chance of winning.

He laughs wildly as he fights against the beasts and demons alone, holding his own and even gradually gaining the upper hand.

At this moment, the three remaining unspeakable beings in the black mist simultaneously set their sights on Han Fei.

They sensed a familiar presence in Han Fei's butcher's knife, and learned from the information revealed in the dream that what they wanted was in Han Fei.

The reason for the previous hesitation was the lack of sufficient benefits; the reason for the current decision to act is that the owner of the black box has appeared!

A putrid stench wafted from the black mist, and a pair of old, cloudy eyes stared at Han Fei. The two were far apart, but Han Fei's skin was beginning to age!

The areas not covered by the Laughing Demon Mark became loose, wrinkled, and developed foul-smelling patches.

"What ability is this?"

An old man emerged from the black mist, resembling a withered tree, his body radiating death and envying all life.

"It's called Exhaustion, representing exhaustion and death. It's said that the elderly will see this thing a few days before they die. It will take away the elderly's last moments, steal their beautiful memories, and cause them to die in the deepest pain." The Ghost Manager stood behind Han Fei, gripping the spikes on Da Nie's back to prevent himself from being thrown off. "The other two unspeakable things that haven't been touched yet are Infant Retribution and Strangeness. Infant Retribution is the resentment of all infants who died young. Strangeness has no form, no sound, and no information about it. I only know that it's called Strangeness, and when it appears, everything around it will go awry."

"These three unspeakable individuals have made their move; they're leaving me no way out!"

Han Fei frantically urged Da Nie on. His body was still aging rapidly, and what was worse, he began to hear the cries of a baby in his ears, and the road in front of him gradually became distorted.

Everything familiar around me became abnormal; buildings twisted, the ground caved in, and the world before my eyes was slowly fading.

"Why struggle? You'll only suffer while you live, enduring physical torment and a constant stream of illnesses. What's the point of living like this?" The disgusting, rotten old man in the black mist stared at Han Fei. With each word he spoke, Han Fei would develop another ailment. His voice contained an unspeakable power, inflicting all the pain of a dying man upon Han Fei.

"Keep moving forward!"

Despite his body being ravaged by illness, Han Fei relentlessly drove the Great Calamity.

Nothing could shake Han Fei's will. He had long since disregarded his personal suffering, and he was willing to give his all to achieve his ultimate goal.

Compared to Han Fei himself, the shrine he carried on his back seemed to feel even more sorry for him. Bright red blood dripped from Xu Qin's shrine, and the blood droplets formed by the curse landed on Han Fei's aging skin, like gentle hands smoothing his wrinkles.

In this desperate, blood-red night, the blood in the cursed shrine is a rare touch of tenderness.

This heartwarming scene was witnessed by the unspeakable one within the black mist. Its rotting eyes revealed endless malice. What it hated most was beauty, and what it loved to do most was steal all the memorable things from the dying person.

The old, immortal ghost was filled with jealousy. It walked out of the black mist with all its malice, raised its hands, and rotten eyeballs fell out of its sleeves. Each of those old, murky eyes contained a rotten world.

The ground and buildings visible to those eyes began to weather and collapse, the ground cracked, and a foul stench emanated from everywhere.

"Only those who are about to die can see me. Clearly, today is your death day." Jie stirred up the black mist, and a rotten, twisted, and ugly world of death slowly unfolded, wanting to devour Paradise and engulf Han Fei.

A series of aged eyes stared at Han Fei, stripping him of his life force. Their desperate gaze lingered between Han Fei and the cursed shrine, a vicious laugh echoing within: "Come out now, or I will kill your beloved one bit by bit. The most painful disease in the world is erupting within him. Look at his cracked skin, the bulging cysts, the tumors gradually emerging from his skin! Hahahaha! Do you still love him? The one you love has become uglier than a ghost. What can you do now?"

Han Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, which was almost black, and contained worm-like things and a lot of filth.

Wielding the Reincarnation Blade, Han Fei slashed at his own body, barely managing to hold on with the help of the blade's inherent humanity: "Don't let him interfere! Go to the skyscraper!"

Jie did not intend to kill Han Fei immediately; it had not encountered such an interesting and tenacious prey in a long time.

“Every owner of the Black Box has experienced the most desperate things, but you don’t give me the feeling of despair. Let me help you.” Jie’s body began to mutate, and the three terrifying forces of plague, disease, and death crashed into Han Fei like giant waves.

Even if Han Fei used all his strength, he would still die if hit by that force.

Black blood continued to flow from their festering skin; Han Fei and Da Nie had both reached their limits.

The shadow of death loomed over Han Fei's neck like a hook, and as he struggled to breathe, a blood-red arm emerged from the shrine behind him.

The hand, made entirely of curses, had no skin; it was bloody, terrifying, and horrifying, making people afraid to approach it.

"Xu Qin?"

The hook of death was violently torn off, and the curse swept through the Black Rain region like a storm. A body made of curses stepped out of the shrine, and Xu Qin was using her soul to pave the way for Han Fei.

I will curse everyone who wants to kill you, and I will bear all the curses against you.

Xu Qin is the source of the curse. She absorbed the curses of ten people and became the curse of hatred. With the help of Han Fei and Kuang Xiao, she devoured all the curses in the Paradise Shrine, the Black Rain Area and the Joy Shrine.

The cursed world is not yet fully constructed, and Xu Qin's state is somewhat special. She is stronger than Wuchang and exudes an indescribable aura, but she has not yet become truly indescribable.

She can use unspeakable powers for a short time, but using these powers comes at the cost of permanent damage to her body and will.

Upon seeing Xu Qin appear, excitement appeared in Jie's cloudy eyes. It had seen the person Han Fei cherished most. If it could torture the person Han Fei cherished most to death, it would surely make Han Fei suffer even more and destroy the beauty he possessed.

It emitted a chilling laugh, and one by one, turbid eyeballs fell from its mouth. Death lines drawn by disease appeared on its aged body. It activated the power of the world of death, wanting to destroy Xu Qin.

The baby's cries became pitiful, and the black mist resembled an ocean. A dead infant lay on a "small boat" made of the parents' corpses, slowly drifting towards Xu Qin.

The two were too close to each other, and Xu Qin was far less powerful than Kuang Xiao; she simply couldn't hold on.

Each dinner knife pierced her body, serving as a key to unlocking the curse; the dinner knives held special significance for Xu Qin.

However, this time the knife completely disappeared from her divine body, as if it had completely merged with her.

From the first knife to the last, Xu Qin's knife was wrapped in a warm human skin. She glanced back at Han Fei, then tore off the skin and plunged the last knife into her heart, letting the blade sink completely in.

By abandoning our attachment to beauty, we are given a curse upon the world.

One evil thought after another surged into Xu Qin's body. Curses and malice took over her entire being. Her memories were rapidly fading, and even Han Fei's figure became blurry in the end.

Before she could even say goodbye, Xu Qin broke free of her restraints and once again became the source of the curse.

In order to stop both of them at the same time, she swallowed the key, leaving herself no hope. Only in this way could the curse become the most extreme power in the world.

Carrying Xu Qin's shrine on his back, Han Fei was plagued by various illnesses. He clung tightly to the spikes on Da Nie's back, his eyes bloodshot, but he did not turn around.

The road ahead was severely distorted, and the world in Han Fei's eyes was filled with anomalies, with the most mysterious and unspeakable strangeness making its move silently.

"Han Fei, this weirdo seems to be deliberately forcing you to get closer to the skyscraper. It seems like he's deliberately letting you off the hook."

"Is it helping me?"

“That’s impossible,” the ghost manager replied firmly. “I have a very bad feeling right now. You must keep a close eye on things…”

The ghost manager was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly lost the ability to speak. The next moment, the ghost manager stared in shock at his chest as one after another, deformed, strange gray arms emerged from his body!
"When did you get caught in this?" The ghost manager's body was dragged into the black mist. He fell off the Great Demon and shouted to Han Fei with his last strength, "My words just now touched on the truth! That's why it attacked! Han Fei! Look around!"

An arm emerged from the demon manager's mouth, its fingers, carrying an indescribable aura, blinding the demon manager. This indescribable ability was incredibly bizarre, making even defense impossible.

Dead bodies were everywhere, the night sky and the earth were stained red, and the Great Evil faithfully led Han Fei to the skyscraper.

It roared as it climbed toward the top of the building, blood raining down as its arms pierced the structure, carrying Han Fei upwards.

After overcoming numerous difficulties and under the combined blockade of several unspeakable forces, the severely injured Da Nie sent Han Fei to the top of the building!
Standing atop the tallest building in the deep world, Han Fei, dragging his ailing body, clutched the statue of the god of death as he walked toward the laughing shrine.

Previously, the shrine belonged to Gao Xing, and the passage to reality was guarded by Gao Xing. Now, the passage is owned by Han Fei and Kuang Xiao.

Coughing up blood continuously, his clothes were soaked with blood, and Han Fei moved with difficulty. He had given almost all of the First Demon's blood to Kuang Xiao, and he dragged his body, which was on the verge of death, step by step closer to the shrine.

As Han Fei drew closer, a figure blocked his way just as he was about to reach the shrine.

Li Xue's teacher, like the night sky, stood between Han Fei and the laughing shrine, burdened with guilt.

"Teacher? You're going to stop me?" Han Fei's hand holding the statue trembled as he looked up at his teacher, the old man who had protected Xinhu his entire life.

He bore all the sins for the sake of Xinhu, and after death, he willingly descended into the deep world to become a night watchman. Even after losing all his sanity, he still instinctively fulfilled his duty. He dedicated his entire life to that city, and he was also the person Han Fei respected most.

“Opening the passage will kill some people, but keeping it closed will kill everyone!” Han Fei continued forward, standing face to face with his teacher: “Make way.”

The old man, burdened with guilt, silently watched Han Fei, a complex emotion hidden in his eyes, which were dominated by sin.

"I know people will die, but I have no other choice! I have done everything I can! Now I just want to take those who have followed me without complaint out of here!" Han Fei had never lost control even when facing the fiercest enemies, but in front of his most respected teacher, he gritted his teeth. He never expected that his teacher would be the one to stop him in the end.

After Fu Sheng left, Han Fei just got the game helmet. He contacted the police and arranged for Li Xue to protect him. Behind all of this, the teacher was involved.

Seeing Han Fei complete his final growth, the teacher fell into the deeper world. He chose Han Fei and trusted Han Fei, but now he is also the one hindering Han Fei.

The Rebirth Slaughtering Blade appeared in his hand, and Han Fei stared at the old man with bloodshot eyes: "I know you want to protect Xinhu, and so do I. I have risked everything to save those complete strangers. I don't ask for their gratitude or anything in return, I don't ask them to know what I've done. I can fight for my life in the darkness on my own, but now I have nowhere else to go!"

Han Fei raised the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife: "From the moment I entered this world until now, I have died countless times in the shrine! Every death was real! Heart-wrenching, gutted, I have never forgotten the pain of death! But I have never uttered a word of giving up. Even now, what I am doing is not for myself! I will not be like Fu Sheng, who destroyed the Grave Village to save people. I am the village chief of the Grave Village, and I will lead all of them to live!"

The constant pressure of walking between life and death, the countless pains and despairs suppressed in his heart, and the various terrible experiences he was forced to endure—Han Fei never told anyone about these. He wanted to illuminate others, so he had to hide his own shadows.

"Step aside!"

Han Fei was attacked by an unspeakable power, and his body was getting weaker and weaker. Xu Qin and Kuang Xiao were fighting desperately. The innocent souls brought out from Fu Sheng's shrine were slaughtered, and the neighbors were also seriously injured. Under such circumstances, how could a person possibly remain rational?
He endured unimaginable pressure, and he had always been like this, but this was not something to be taken for granted!
The old man, burdened with numerous crimes, looked at Han Fei, this scarred young man, who had already done his utmost.

The old man, who had guarded Xinhu his entire life, slowly revealed a trace of human emotion in his eyes, which were as dark as night. But he couldn't say anything now, because he was just an obsession.

Seeing the change in the old man's aura, Han Fei tried to walk past him quickly, but the old man grabbed his shoulder.

Just when Han Fei thought the old man was going to stop him again, the old man simply patted his shoulder gently. His will to protect Xinhu could not react any further, but this simple gesture had already conveyed his thoughts.

Han Fei arrived at the shrine located at the top of the skyscraper. This was the highest shrine built in the deep world, guarding the passage to reality.

Han Fei placed the statue of the deity at the foot of the shrine and then lifted the black cloth covering the shrine.

He had expected to encounter even more frantic obstacles, but everything went exceptionally smoothly. The strange and unspeakable creature did not make a move after Han Fei arrived at the top floor, as if it had deliberately forced Han Fei to this place.

Something unusual must be going on. Han Fei was in a very bad state when he first arrived at the top floor, and he was extremely anxious. However, after being stopped by his teacher, he gradually calmed down.

"The dream hasn't arrived yet. This is my only chance to escape with everyone. For me, this is the only path I can take, so whether it's a dead end or a path to survival, I have no choice but to try." Han Fei began communicating with the Laughing One, making final preparations to open the passage: "I can think of this, and the Unspeakable should be able to as well, but why didn't the Unspeakable stop me at the end? Is it afraid that if I cut off my last chance to survive, I would voluntarily open both sides of the black box and fight them to the death like Fu Sheng? Or is there some other reason?"

Han Fei couldn't figure it out. He felt he had overlooked something: "After saying those words, the Ghost Manager was attacked with all his might by the strange and unspeakable creature. This means that the other party was fully capable of attacking me and the Ghost Manager. So why did he force me to come to the top floor?"

"The Laughing One and I control the black box and the passage to reality. Only we can open the passage with 100% certainty. Does it want to use me to open the passage, then seize the black box and escape into reality?"

Han Fei shook his head, recalling the Ghost Manager's last few words: "Pay attention...look around carefully, has the Ghost Manager noticed something?"

As the ceremony was being held, Han Fei looked around. The skyscrapers were the tallest buildings in the Deep World, from which one could look down on everything.

However, the park was shrouded in thick black fog, and you couldn't see anything inside the fog from inside the park.

"Black mist..."

Han Fei suddenly realized something: the Paradise was already surrounded by countless unspeakable forces, so there seemed to be no need to stir up the black mist to completely isolate the Paradise.

"Is the dream doing this to prevent being seen by the other unspeakable beings in the deeper world? But the boundless sea of ​​fog has a wider range of influence and attracts more attention. This thick black fog seems to be deliberately hiding something..."

Almost the instant he figured it out, Han Fei felt a chill run down his spine and his heart began to race.

He stood atop the tallest building in the Deep World, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​fog before him.

Something seemed to exist within the thick black fog. As the fog surged like a vast ocean, a splash of brilliant color appeared in the sea of ​​fog.

Then a pair of butterfly wings made entirely of nightmares unfurled in the sea of ​​fog, obscuring the sky and replacing the night!

"Is my dream... waiting for me?"

(End of this chapter)