My Healing Games

Chapter 157 G-Rank Cursed Item Wishing Jar

A chill ran through my fingertips, and then the icy sensation seeped into my body, slowly freezing my consciousness.

He looked down and the dark mouth of the jar loomed larger and larger before his eyes. Ripples spread across the water at the bottom of the jar, and slowly a pale human face emerged.

The face was at the bottom of the jar, staring blankly at Han Fei, its features gradually changing.

What do you want? What are you yearning for?

An unfamiliar voice came from afar and then resounded in Han Fei's heart.

He was unwilling to answer, but the desires deep within him were stirred.

The face beneath the water gradually became clear, and his mouth kept uttering various desires, including money, beauty, fame, and fortune.

Han Fei felt no emotion towards these things, but when the face uttered the words "truth," Han Fei felt his consciousness begin to fall.

He waved his hands as if trying to grab something, but he was all alone in the darkness.

"What you want is the truth?"

His consciousness seemed to be dragged into a jar, and his whole body was enveloped in a cold sensation. Han Fei couldn't control himself at all. This was not something that could be solved simply by willpower.

As if tumbling down into a dark cave, Han Fei's consciousness fell into a cold, deep pool.

He felt the air in his lungs getting less and less, and he struggled desperately, but his consciousness kept sinking.

Looking up, Han Fei saw that the face that had been submerged in the water was now floating on the surface.

It was still staring at Han Fei, but its features had somehow become exactly like Han Fei's.

The mouth opened and closed slightly, as if the human face wanted to tell Han Fei something, but it only uttered one word before a hideous crack appeared on its face.

In that instant, Han Fei regained a little clarity and looked down into the deep water.

At the bottom of the dark pool, there lay figures, like soulless puppets, piled together, their hair swaying with the current, their eyes empty and blank, devoid of any light.

The further down he went, the harder it became to break free. Han Fei struggled to swim upwards, but his strength dwindled.

Suffocation, pain, exhaustion, and a growing haze of consciousness—if Han Fei had obediently closed his eyes and given up resisting at this point, perhaps he would never have to endure the torment again.

From the depths of the pool, voices kept tempting Han Fei. The pale arms seemed to symbolize different desires, and they slowly rose to the surface, trying to grab Han Fei, who was still holding on.

His lungs were burning with pain, his head was spinning, and his arms and legs were almost out of control, but even in this situation, Han Fei was still unwilling to give in.

He wanted to live; he wanted to see tomorrow.

Using the last shred of his sanity, Han Fei tried to open the attribute panel, but he was currently in a special state where his consciousness was stripped away, and apart from the two talents of Summoning Soul and Returning Soul, all his abilities on the panel were grayed out.

Clinging to a last shred of hope, Han Fei prepared to try to summon the soul inside the jar, but before he could even use his managerial talent, the face floating on the water suddenly revealed a pained expression.

The faces in the jar must satisfy the greed of others before they can imprison their souls.

Han Fei's greed was unique; it was a strong pursuit of the truth.

To satisfy Han Fei's greed, the face inside the jar seemed to speak, mentioning some unspeakable being.

The cracks on the face gradually increased, and the face seemed to have abandoned its own rules. It was not going to tell Han Fei the truth, but instead was driving the corpse at the bottom of the pool, trying to forcibly keep Han Fei there.

As the cracks on the man's face multiplied, Han Fei became increasingly lucid. As the memories of being spied on and stolen slowly returned, he felt the constraints on him gradually weakening.

Gritting his teeth, Han Fei swam towards the surface of the water with all his might!

As his fingertips touched the water's surface, a strand of black silk wrapped around his arm and suddenly pulled him out of the deep pool!

"Snapped!"

A tiny crack appeared on the black jar, and Han Fei, who was standing next to the table, instantly regained his composure.

His back was soaked with cold sweat, and his upper body was tightly wrapped by Xu Qin's pet, whose body was still half inside the jar.

"That was too close!"

Han Fei's body trembled slightly. If his greed was not the truth, but something else, then he would not even have a chance to resist.

He vaguely remembered that when his consciousness was completely blurred and he was about to sink into oblivion, a crack suddenly appeared on his face.

It was because his face was damaged in some way that Han Fei regained his rationality.

People driven by greed to pursue the truth are already extremely rare, and those whose truth involves unspeakable beings are even rarer.

The face inside the jar was also caught off guard, inadvertently mentioning that unspeakable thing.

When Han Fei pulled the shadowy figure that Xu Qin had been raising out of the jar, to his surprise, the shadowy figure also brought out a bunch of tattered pieces of paper from the jar.

The notes were filled with all sorts of wishes, including wishing that so-and-so would like me, that I would get first place in my exams, that I wouldn't fail any courses, that so-and-so would have bad luck today, and that so-and-so would die today, etc.

Among the pile of notes, Han Fei also saw a small piece of bone.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully completed the G-level hidden quest - The Jar, and have received the basic reward of +1 skill point and the hidden quest exclusive reward - The Wishing Jar."

"Wishing Jar (G-Rank Cursed Item): There is a jar buried in a corner of the school garden. Legend has it that if you make a wish on that jar, your wish will come true. This legend was first told to others by a female student who said that she hated her younger brother. Later, she made a wish on the jar, and her brother really disappeared."

"One school ghost story has been successfully completed, and the F-level hidden mission, Jin Sheng's School Ghost Story, is one-seventh complete."

After reading the mission information, Han Fei roughly understood that the female student's method to fulfill her wish was to kill her younger brother and then hide a part of his body in a jar.

It wasn't the jar that granted her wish; the so-called wishing jar was just an excuse to conceal malice.

"There was a dead person in the jar."

Han Fei frowned as he examined the paper, while the dark figure beside him, oblivious to everything else, devoured the yin energy and curses on the wishing slips. The little guy was indiscriminate in his eating, consuming anything that came his way.

"Teacher? Are you alright?" Zhang Guanxing poked Han Fei's waist with a broom, asking uncertainly.

"My consciousness was just sucked into the jar, and I almost didn't get out."

"Did you see my friend in the jar?"

"Your friend has probably been assimilated by the curse in the jar." Han Fei picked up the lid and resealed the black jar. In a way, this wishing jar was a pretty good weapon.

(End of this chapter)