My Healing Games

Chapter 245 Workplace Killer

The situation on the field was reversed in an instant. With a calculated strategy, Han Fei's excellent acting skills successfully tricked the old man into leaving his room.

The old man eventually realized something was wrong, but by then it was too late.

In reality, Han Fei just wanted to find a quiet and safe place to make his move. The old man led Han Fei underground, effectively cutting off his own path to survival.

Before a figure could be seen, the pungent smell of blood filled the entire room.

Xu Qin, shrouded in bloodlust, appeared at the entrance of the slaughterhouse, holding a dinner knife.

The pungent smell of blood wafted into my nostrils, and I heard the child's painful cries again.

The smell of blood can ignite murderous intent in people's hearts, while the sound of crying can bring deep despair and sorrow.

The worst memories in the old man's mind began to surface, and the scenes he had been trying to avoid appeared uncontrollably before his eyes. At this moment, his expression became even more distorted and terrifying, and his obviously abnormal eyes were filled with hatred.

His hidden dark side was completely exposed; the skin clinging to his bones gradually cracked, and the patches on his arms and face became a curse.

Uncle Li harbored a deep resentment; he hated growing old, yet he was powerless to change it.

All the good things in the world are irrelevant to him; his life is nearing its end.

In these final moments, he didn't want to give anyone his blessings; he preferred to take everyone down with him.

Han Fei studied all the personalities of spiders, among which the personality of Uncle Li represents a hatred of loss and a manic anxiety about not being able to control one's fate.

This personality is easily bewitched by butterflies, which is why Han Fei approached him first.

The aged Uncle Li gradually transformed into a monster. His body grew taller and taller, his bones creaking and cracking, like a scarecrow in human skin, devoid of humanity, leaving only terror.

"Can all personalities turn into monsters?" Han Fei cautiously stared at Lao Li. He waited until Xu Qin and Ku arrived before cooperating with the two to take action.

Completely devoid of human form, Old Li took out all sorts of knives and chains from the iron cabinet. His favorite thing to do was to torture young bodies in this dark underground.

Every knife in the iron cabinet seemed to be wailing with a soul; it was hard to imagine how many people Old Li had killed here.

You should know that those pig-faced monsters outside the building only have one butcher knife in their hands, but Old Li, who has a human face, has a cabinet full of knives that imprison souls.

It seems that humans are more efficient at killing.

The metal cabinet tipped over, and Old Li, clutching a bunch of knives, rushed toward the exit.

He was clever; he knew he was no match for Xu Qin and her two companions, so he never considered a direct confrontation and only wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, Han Fei and his companions had anticipated this situation and had discussed all possibilities in advance. If the old man risked his life to capture Han Fei and take him hostage, he might still have a sliver of hope. This was his only chance.

Fighting might save you, but running away means certain death.

"Uncle Li is someone who cherishes his life more than anyone else. He would definitely act very ruthless when he is in dire straits, but that's all an act. He's just a paper tiger who's all bark and no bite and is good at bullying the weak."

Before Han Fei decided to go to find Uncle Li alone, he had already told Xu Qin and Ku. He had foreseen all of their thoughts in advance, which can be described as a crushing defeat in both strength and mind.

The old man was already struggling to face Xu Qin alone, let alone with the continuous breakthroughs in crying and Han Fei holding the Rebirth Blade.

In just half a minute, the old man had already sustained more than a dozen wounds. At first, he had focused all his attention on Xu Qin and ignored her crying.

The result of this was that one of his eyes was blinded by despair. The old man found it unbelievable that such a seemingly weak resentment could control the despair in someone's heart. He had never heard of such an ability.

As his injuries worsened, the old man's despair deepened. His mind was already wavering, and the constant crying only exacerbated his mental breakdown.

"I can give you the mask! I also know a lot of secrets about this building that I can tell you!" the old man kept shouting, trying to gain leverage to survive, but the other three people in the room showed no sign of stopping.

“I know how to remove the curse from Animal Alley! Don’t you love your sister very much? If the curse of Animal Alley isn’t lifted, she will be tormented for all eternity! She will never be able to escape from here! No matter how long she’s away, she will have to come back here to devour the flesh of Animal Alley in order to maintain her sanity!”

Seeing that no one responded, the old man dropped another important bombshell: "Each mask has a number on the back. If you collect all the masks, you can become the new manager of Animal Alley! I have two masks, and I can give them both to you!"

The most unbearable parts of his memory were stirred up, and the despair deep in his heart turned into needles that kept piercing his soul. The pain was unbearable.

"Let me go, and I can help you! I know a lot about what's going on inside the building! A lot of people have come in from outside—a hairdresser, a nurse, a veterinarian—and they've teamed up to kill your sister!"

"The writer's disappearance is also related to them; it was that group of outsiders who killed the writer! The doctor in the building was also in cahoots with them; it seems they were planning to kill everyone!"

"The most dangerous person in the building is the doctor! If you kill me, the doctor will kill you too!"

The old man kept rambling incoherently, but he did reveal some useful information. At least now Han Fei knew that the writer's disappearance might be related to the doctor.

“Everything I said is true! You can ask A-Meng; there are some paintings in that child’s room that can prove what I said!” The old man noticed that Xu Qin’s attack pace had slowed down, and he thought that his words had piqued her interest, so he spoke even more enthusiastically.

Only after he revealed most of what he knew did he quietly approach Han Fei behind him and then swing the knife at his neck.

The moment Han Fei locked onto his target, two pale hands appeared on the hilt of the blade, and the three-foot blade, forged entirely from the beauty and goodwill of humanity, slashed downwards.

The blade reflected human faces, as if they were forever walking alongside Han Fei in the world.

When the blade touched the old man's body, the malice and yin energy were instantly repelled. Without any resistance, the Rebirth Blade sliced ​​through Uncle Li's neck as easily as slicing through a piece of paper.

When the Dawn Butcher class trait is triggered, the more evil and cruel Han Fei's targets are, the sharper his blade becomes.

The blade sliced ​​across the neck of the sixth sub-personality, and as the other's head fell off, the blade, constructed of humanity, vanished as if it had never existed.

The old man's skin began to crack, and his headless body crawled on the ground, but he still couldn't reach the head that had rolled into the corner.

The yin energy and malice spread outwards. Han Fei released the black snake from the ghost pattern, instructing it not to waste the energy and to devour it as soon as possible.

"Other outsiders have entered the building, including the barber who stole Xu Qin's knife." Han Fei felt that this matter needed to be considered more carefully.

Although the three of them killed Uncle Li, it doesn't mean that Uncle Li was weak. He was even stronger than a typical mid-level resentment. And there are many people with Uncle Li's strength in the Butcher's House.

If Han Fei and his two companions incurred the wrath of the masses and were besieged by everyone, their chances of survival would be very slim.

"Let's leave for now." Han Fei reached out and took off the old man's mask. As he obtained the mask, a system notification sounded in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have earned the Butcher's House's recognition through your own efforts! Congratulations on obtaining the sixth Butcher's mask and becoming a member of the Butcher's House!"

"Attention Player 0000! Your job application resume has been updated! Do you wish to make it public?"

"On your first night as a convenience store clerk, you destroyed the store manager's coffin and erased his consciousness."

"When you applied for a job at Yimin Private College, you went to great lengths to terrify the head of the teaching department."

"In order to switch to the hidden profession of Midnight Butcher, you completely destroyed the foundation of the meat processing plant, killed several colleagues, and every night you worked there was a river of blood."

"And today, your resume has been enriched with another significant achievement."

"Upon entering the Butcher's House, you successfully eliminated the person who interviewed you within sixty minutes. Congratulations on meeting all the requirements and successfully obtaining the G-level title—Workplace Killer."

"Workplace Killer (Upgradeable Special Professional Title): As the name suggests, the title aptly describes your workplace life. After obtaining this title, your charm value will decrease by two."

Looking at the system panel, Han Fei decisively chose not to disclose his personal job application experience, and he also placed the title of "Workplace Killer" at the very bottom of all his titles.

"Are you kidding me? If this resume and title were made public, who would dare to hire me in the future? Besides, I was completely forced into this! How can this evaluation only record the results and not the process?"

Looking at his somewhat bloody personal resume, Han Fei recalled a song from many years ago.

"Someone as outstanding as me should have lived a brilliant life, so why am I still struggling in a sea of ​​blood after more than 20 years?"

(End of this chapter)