My Healing Games

Chapter 200 Layers of Fear
Seeing this, Ah Xin felt a little scared. She wanted to wake Xiao Jie up, but she didn't dare to go near her.

At this moment, Xiaojie was like a completely different person. Although her eyes were closed, the expression on her face was terrifying.

Is she practicing?

After chopping for a while, Xiaojie slowly turned around, her hands still gripping the cleaver, her eyes still tightly closed.

Ah Xin covered her mouth and moved backward. She didn't have time to react further before she saw Xiao Jie holding a knife in both hands walk out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

Standing in the dimly lit bedroom, with her eyes closed, Xiao Jie aimed at the spot where Ah Xin had just been lying and slashed down fiercely!

One blow after another, with great force.

Ah Xin was so frightened by what she saw that her legs went weak. If she hadn't been woken up, she would be lying next to Xiao Jie right now.

The cleaver slashed the expensive pillows and blankets to shreds, and Xiao Jie's hands were bulging with veins, her face contorted in a ferocious and terrifying expression.

Ah Xin had never seen such an expression on Xiao Jie's face before. The timid and cute woman in her memory seemed to have disappeared, and it was as if another person had taken up residence in Xiao Jie's body.

She didn't care to wake Xiaojie anymore; all she wanted to do was leave as soon as possible.

"If Xiaojie has sleepwalked like this before, doesn't that mean she killed her husband? But where is the body? Wasn't it said to be missing?"

Ah Xin could hardly believe that Xiao Jie, who wouldn't even dare to kill an insect, could handle a corpse on her own.

As Ah Xin backed away, Xiao Jie, who was frantically chopping at the pillows and sheets, suddenly stopped. As if she had heard something, she slowly turned her body and stood facing Ah Xin.

Even though her eyes were closed, Xiao Jie's hands, which were holding the kitchen knife, moved little by little, and the sharp tip of the knife was aimed directly at Ah Xin at the bedroom door.

Enveloped by an invisible fear, Ah Xin retreated in panic, while Xiao Jie, holding a knife in both hands, walked out of the bedroom step by step!
That familiar face now felt completely foreign to Ah Xin. She didn't dare linger and turned to run towards the villa's main entrance.

I tried to turn the doorknob with both hands, but the door wouldn't budge; it seemed to be locked from the inside.

As Xiaojie drew closer, Ah Xin finally couldn't hold back any longer. She shouted Xiaojie's name and let out a piercing scream.

What happened next was even more terrifying. While in a sleepwalking state, Xiao Jie vaguely seemed to hear Ah Xin's voice. Her eyelids fluttered slightly, and then she suddenly opened them.

Those beautiful big eyes were now filled with only the whites and violently twitching pupils; Xiao Jie seemed to be truly possessed!

Perhaps Ah Xin's voice evoked some memories in Xiao Jie, because instead of approaching Ah Xin, she took a kitchen knife and began to wander around the house, seemingly looking for something.

Ah Xin took out her phone to call the police for help, but there was no signal. She knocked on the door but no one answered. At this point, her only hope was the villa window.

She wanted to leave through the window, but to get close to the window, she had to cross the living room where Xiaojie was.

Mustering her courage, she stepped forward, the sound of Xiaojie rummaging through things constantly ringing in her ears. When she arrived in the living room, the scene before her eyes terrified her.

With her eyes full of white, Xiao Jie took a kitchen knife and rummaged through the sofa, handicrafts, and the back door of the oil painting, finding pieces wrapped in plastic wrap and isolation bags.

Xiaojie is usually a very meticulous and gentle woman. At this moment, she took the contents out of the bags and then put away all the isolation bags and plastic wrap.

After everything was prepared, Xiaojie turned to look at Ah Xin again.

"Now there are enough bags. If we squeeze them a bit, we can fit both of you in."

With the whites of her eyes completely filled, Xiao Jie, who looked completely different from usual, ran towards Ah Xin with a kitchen knife in her hands.

The clock ticked away, Ah Xin's screams gradually weakened, and at 3:42 a.m., Xiao Jie, covered in blood, appeared on the screen.

She held the kitchen knife in a very deformed posture, as if something else was living inside her body.

That thing influenced Xiaojie, causing her to do these crazy things.

Standing blankly in the living room, Xiao Jie scanned her surroundings with her eyes full of whites. Finally, her terrifying gaze fixed on the center of the screen, as if she were seeing Huang Ying watching a video.

Her eyes, mostly white, were twitching wildly. She gripped the kitchen knife in her hand and seemed to be walking out of the screen!

At this most terrifying moment, the video suddenly went black again.

The black screen lasted for quite a while. After about ten seconds, when the video returned to normal, Xiaojie was already collapsed on the ground, and her expression had returned to normal.

However, in front of her, blood-red shoe prints appeared, with the toes of the shoes pointing directly at the video screen, making it seem as if something had walked out of the video.

The video ended there. Huang Ying glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. It was exactly 3:43 a.m. The time in the video seemed to match the real time.

"Is it a prank?" Huang Ying exited the video, wanting to find the person who sent him the private message, but when he looked at the person's ID, he found that the ID had become a bunch of garbled characters.

Clicking on personal information displays a message on the platform indicating that the user does not exist.

"How could this happen? I remember it very clearly, the other person's name was 'See'." Huang Ying was already scared enough, and now that this had happened, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

After deleting the video and performing a deep cleanup of his files, Huang Ying stepped out of the bathtub. A chill instantly enveloped his body; the room's temperature control system seemed to be malfunctioning, and he felt an unusual coldness tonight.

After drying off, Huang Ying put on a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

He looked at the dark room, feeling a tightness in his chest and a bit of difficulty breathing.

Even after turning on all the lights in the room, Huang Ying still felt unwell. He was tired and sleepy, his head was spinning, but he couldn't fall asleep. He felt like something in the room wasn't quite right.

"Could that thing really have jumped out of the video?" Huang Ying lay on his large bed in the bedroom. He opened a drawer and poured out two sleeping pills. "Impossible. That was just a prank. How could there be ghosts in this world?"

After taking the sleeping pills, Huang Ying covered herself with a blanket.

Sleepiness and fatigue tormented my nerves, but my mind was filled with all sorts of vengeful ghosts and terrifying monsters, and I could faintly hear a footstep.

"Footsteps?"

Huang Ying suddenly opened his eyes, but when he looked around, an indescribable sense of terror instantly enveloped him.

All the lights in the house were turned off, and a figure could be vaguely seen moving back and forth in the living room before finally entering the kitchen.

As time passed, at 3:44 a.m., the figure walked out of the kitchen, seemingly holding something in her hand.

(End of this chapter)