My Healing Games

Chapter 140 Telephone Wire on the Corpse

Han Fei closed the venomous eyes of the woman in room 302, and her body was completely reduced to shreds.

As her soul dissipated, a system notification suddenly appeared in Han Fei's mind: "Attention, player number 0000! Your shop assistant, Yinglong, is seriously injured! Please find him as soon as possible, or the mission will fail."

"Is there a time limit for this task?"

Han Fei originally wanted to search the room a little longer, but after hearing the system's voice, he didn't linger. He picked up the box of razor blades on the ground and walked to the door.

There was no one in the hallway; the guests seemed to have long been accustomed to the strange noises that occasionally emanated from room 302.

"It's unusually quiet."

After the guest in room 302 died, something changed at the hotel.

Worried about Yinglong's safety, Han Fei decided not to waste any more time. He retrieved the key to room 304 from the altar and went to the deepest part of the corridor.

The key was inserted into the lock, and the phone in room 304 rang the instant the door opened.

The ringing sound broke the silence of the hotel, and could be heard clearly throughout the entire building.

Han Fei slipped into room 304 and picked up the phone next to the bedside table.

A faint panting sound came from the other end of the line. After a few seconds, the other person finally uttered two words: "Go quickly..."

The voice on the phone was low and weak; Han Fei could recognize it as Yinglong's voice: "Where are you in the hotel?"

"Don't talk to me, don't answer, go!" Yinglong seemed to be struggling with his last bit of strength. After he said these words, the sound of a wound being torn apart came from the other end of the phone.

The call was still going on. After hearing the tearing sound of the wound, Han Fei immediately realized that there were other people next to Yinglong.

That person was holding the phone, tormenting Yinglong and forcing her to talk.

After hanging up the phone, Han Fei glanced at the red telephone line embedded in the wall, which resembled a blood vessel in the human body.

"Yinglong won't let me speak. It seems that as long as I communicate with people by phone, I will be contaminated with something." Han Fei reacted too quickly. He had been suspicious of the phone since he entered the hotel. Now, with Yinglong's warning, he was certain that there was something wrong with the phone in the hotel.

Picking up the razor blade, Han Fei intended to cut the telephone line, but the thin red thread was much tougher than he had imagined, and the razor blade from room 302 couldn't cut it at all.

"Cry, try to bite it open?"

Just as Han Fei was about to try other methods, a deep red ghost face peered into room 304. The person was carrying a wine bottle and staggered into the room.

As he approached Han Fei, he suddenly accelerated, his flushed skin oozing blood, and his body began to twist and deform, resembling a pool of flesh and blood.

Without Han Fei saying a word, Ku immediately attacked the drunkard.

The crying is resentment, and the drunkard is merely a cursed regret. It cannot harm the crying at all; on the contrary, it only causes more and more wounds to appear on its own body.

If things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before the drunkard is killed, but Han Fei has a vague feeling that something is not right.

The drunkard was in the same state as the firefly dragon that was controlled by the paper doll; he was in a daze, had lost his own consciousness, and kept launching attacks, trying to exchange injuries with the crying dragon.

Just as the drunkard was about to lose consciousness, Han Fei heard the system's voice again in his mind: "Player No. 0000, please note! Your shop assistant, Yinglong, is about to lose consciousness! Please find him as soon as possible, or the mission will fail."

The system notification sounded for the second time. Han Fei narrowed his eyes as he looked at the drunkard who was almost out of his mind.

"The system first alerted me that Firefly was injured when the guest in room 302 was being eaten by the paper figure. The second time it alerted me that Firefly's self-awareness was about to collapse was when this drunkard was about to be killed. Two times in a row, it can't be a coincidence!"

Han Fei glanced at the phone behind him and an idea popped into his head.

"Is it possible for the true owner of this hotel to transfer the damage?"

Han Fei immediately told the crying to stop. He forcibly pulled the telephone line off the phone, and blood flowed from the connection point. At the end of the telephone line was something that looked very much like a human organ.

"Never mind the tenants! Let's go downstairs!"

Han Fei had an excellent memory. He clearly remembered that when he first entered the hotel, the hotel owner was also on the phone, and the telephone line at the counter extended all the way to the ground.

"If the telephone is the cursed object in the hotel, then it must be hiding in the hotel's basement!"

Having figured this out, Han Fei, clutching the altar and crying, rushed out of room 304.

As they ran downstairs, all the phones in every room of the hotel rang, and one by one the tightly closed doors were opened, with the guests emerging from their rooms as if sleepwalking.

"Ignore them!"

The incessant ringing tormented his eardrums. Han Fei rushed downstairs in one breath, where the shop owner, wearing a raincoat, was looking at him with a strange smile.

The wooden staircase creaked, and a jumble of footsteps echoed as ghostly figures rushed down from upstairs.

"I'm sorry, but you can only check out at this time tomorrow." The shop owner lifted the brim of his raincoat, revealing a noticeable crack on his head: "If you insist on checking out early, then we'll have to charge you the rent in advance."

The hand hidden under the raincoat slowly emerged; the shop owner was holding an axe used for chopping bones.

Seeing that the upstairs tenants were also running downstairs, Han Fei had no other choice: "Li Zai!"

"Is dinner ready?"

A gloomy black shadow emerged from the crack in the altar. A tall, thin man tore open his stomach, revealing another face hidden there.

"Get your brother out here! Quick! Smash this floor!"

The situation was more critical than Han Fei had anticipated. The tall, thin man nodded: "You'd better stand back."

He bent his body at an incredible angle, sending his head directly into the mouth inside his stomach!

This terrifying scene even overshadowed the ghosts and monsters in the hotel. Han Fei hadn't expected the way the two brothers merged to be so horrific.

The mouth on its stomach bit off the head of the tall, thin man. Reason was swallowed up, leaving only despair and madness.

The shadowy figure swelled to twice its size, and Li Huo, covered in thick, fleshy flesh, began to frantically pound the ground like a madman.

The three-story building was swaying slightly, and Li Huo quickly smashed a large hole in the hollowed-out floor below.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and a strong stench wafted from underground. Han Fei covered his mouth and nose and looked into the cave. The scene before him made even this battle-hardened man feel a sense of lingering fear.

The hotel's basement is a morgue where bodies are hidden!

Corpses were pieced together and interlocked, their bodies haphazardly entangled with blood-red telephone wires, some of which even pierced their skin and were buried deep inside their bodies.

"Firefly Dragon?"

The one-eyed shopkeeper was caught in the middle of a series of corpses, using his body to protect the child in his arms and the corpse of a woman.

The woman looked approachable, with her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face, but her body was pierced by several telephone wires, which looked very frightening.

At this moment, Yinglong was also nearing his limit. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse, and his only remaining eyeball was filled with pain.

"Help……"

Yinglong never expected to see Han Fei at this moment. A trace of emotion that he himself could not understand appeared in his turbid and desperate eyes. That rare emotion made him, who had already reached his limit, burst forth with power again.

With his only free arm, he grabbed the boy he was protecting in his arms, and with his last bit of strength, he threw the child out of the mortuary!

Han Fei caught the child and hid nearby. Li Huo, who had lost his mind, jumped directly into the pit of corpses. He frantically tore and pulled at the corpses on the ground, but all the damage seemed to be transferred to the body of the Firefly Dragon.

"The telephone line should be the bridge, and the curse spreads the damage. Only by attacking the cursed object itself can we break the deadlock!"

Li Huo had lost control, crying and guarding his surroundings. Han Fei could only rely on that paper figure now.

Han Fei opened his inventory and took the blood-red paper figure in his hand.

Blood flowed, and he hoped the paper figure would burrow deep into the pile of corpses, but the paper figure just looked at him with a smile on its face.

This paper figure has lost its self-awareness and is now just an empty shell.

Recalling Xu Qin's words, Han Fei pictured her sickly beautiful face. As Xu Qin's face overlapped with the paper doll's face, a strong smell of blood wafted out.

"Go to the deepest part of the pile of corpses! See what those corpses are protecting!"

The blood-dripping paper figure seemed to understand Han Fei's words. It staggered toward the corpse pit, its smile growing increasingly morbid and eerie.

This was Han Fei's first real attempt to control the paper doll. During the process, his brain felt as if it were being pricked by needles. The terrifying experience of the blood-red paper doll was frantically impacting his memory, and the two seemed to be on the verge of merging together at any moment.

Han Fei now finally understood the use of his brainpower. If his brainpower hadn't been relatively high from the start, he wouldn't have been able to control the paper doll for such a long time.

The moment the blood-red paper figure appeared, the atmosphere in the hotel immediately changed.

The stench of corpses was suppressed by the smell of blood, and the things in the pile of corpses could not move. It could only watch as the blood-red paper figure crawled into the depths of the pile of corpses through the gaps between the bodies.

(End of this chapter)