My Healing Games

Chapter 304 The new security guard is named Bai Sinian
"Death Curse (Rank E Hidden Quest): You will die at some point in a preordained manner!"

"Mission requirements: Change your predetermined fate and survive."

"Due to the significant difference in levels, the mission prompt is: Room 4444."

The mission information in his mind was very short. Compared to the lengthy descriptions of F-level missions, E-level missions were only a few sentences long, but Han Fei did not dare to underestimate them in the slightest.

F-level missions correspond to levels 10 to 20, while E-level missions correspond to levels 20 to 30. Han Fei is currently only level 12.

If they weren't forced into it, who would willingly challenge such a dangerous scenario?
Even after entering the black mist, the song continued to haunt Han Fei, though the distance between them was slowly widening. The black mist was like a maze, and all those who entered and their resentment would eventually appear in different places.

As Han Fei ventured deeper, he was surprised to find that the bloodstains on the security guard's uniform were fading, and his memories and consciousness began to blur.

Han Fei remembered that the area covered by the black fog was not very large, but he felt that he had been walking for a long time.

There was no way out, no light, and no one. The longer you stayed here, the more blurred your memories seemed to become. The black mist seemed to be able to alter and devour your memories.

Where is the dead building?

Unable to discern directions, only occasionally could one look up and see four towering buildings reaching into the clouds in the distance.

They were connected by multiple channels, tightly intertwined, and exuded a strong aura of death.

The black fog grew thicker and thicker until all the bloodstains on the security guard's uniform disappeared. Suddenly, the deathly intent within the black fog surged, like sharp spears trying to pierce his body!
But at the same time, blood-red characters appeared on Han Fei's skin. The story Jin Sheng left him was triggered, and those blood-red characters, fused with the deathly intent of the Death Tower, all drilled into his mind.

His head felt like it was about to split open, and a voice in his mind was vaguely pointing him in the right direction, leading him toward the future from the ghost stories.

Moving his feet, Han Fei didn't know how long he had walked in the black mist. He finally found a dark door, reached out and opened it. A faint, cold light shone on his face.

"Oh!"

As he fell to the ground, the stabbing pain in his mind gradually subsided, and Han Fei managed to open his eyes.

His neck, arms, and cheeks, which were not covered by security guards' uniforms, were all covered in wounds, from which black blood, exuding an aura of death, dripped continuously.

The Animal Path Mask could not prevent the black mist from invading, and Han Fei was now almost unrecognizable.

Even the slightest movement sent waves of pain through his body. Without Jin Sheng's story protecting him, Han Fei would have been killed before even entering the Death Tower.

With his mind still hazy, Han Fei subconsciously looked at his right hand. Da Nie was nowhere to be seen, but blood-red, ferocious patterns remained on his arm, the patterns being very similar to those on Da Nie's body.

"Don't stay in one place for too long."

Dragging his still-bleeding body, Han Fei looked back and saw the iron gate at the entrance of the stairwell behind him. He was currently on the first floor of the Dead Building!
“If everything in the Dead Tower game corresponds to the Dead Tower in the Deep World, then the Ghost in the Wedding Dress should live in room number three on the first floor.” Han Fei reached out and pressed his hand against the wall, just as he was about to walk forward, he heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor.

"There are two people... no, there are three people walking this way!"

Han Fei didn't know what was coming. He was covered in wounds and had difficulty even walking, so he was completely unable to fight.

Staring intently at the third room on the first floor, Han Fei tore open his wound, gritted his teeth, and sped up.

As he arrived at the third room on the first floor, the footsteps also emerged from the stairwell.

"Is anyone home?" Han Fei tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge, and there was no response to his knocking.

"Who's there! Don't move!"

The powerful flashlight shone on Han Fei, who raised his hand to shield his eyes and leaned weakly against the third gate.

The footsteps grew closer, and Han Fei peeked out through his fingers. Two men in security uniforms were walking towards him, close to each other, looking very nervous.

"Security guard? The security guard in the dead building?" His mind raced, and Han Fei quickly regained his composure, though he appeared even weaker.

"I'm warning you, don't move! Where did you come from? And why are you wearing our community's security guard uniform?" The two security guards stopped two meters away from Han Fei. They spoke loudly, but their voices were clearly not very strong.

Han Fei seemed to have no strength left to speak. He was on the verge of death, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood slid down his lips.

"Brother Hua, he seems to be dying." The younger security guard was worried and was about to walk forward when he was grabbed by the middle-aged security guard next to him.

"Don't go over there! It's not safe in the neighborhood right now. There have been a lot of missing persons cases lately. We absolutely cannot get close to these suspicious people."

"Are we really not going to do anything about him?"

"Have you forgotten what happened on the first floor before? Do you remember what your master told you before he disappeared? Never go downstairs after midnight!" The middle-aged security guard grabbed the young security guard's clothes, held a powerful flashlight, and stared at Han Fei: "There are only two of us security guards left in Building 1. Before the new guards come to take over, it's better to be careful."

Han Fei heard what the two security guards said. On the verge of death, he struggled to extend his finger and, with the black blood dripping from his wound, wrote a few words on the ground.

"He looks like he's writing something?" The young security guard took another step forward and saw clearly the crooked writing on the ground: "Don't go out? There's something outside..."

Towards the end, Han Fei seemed to have lost all his strength. He collapsed into a pool of blood, tears welling in his eyes, his dry, blackened lips struggling to say something.

Seeing his pitiful state, Brother Hua hesitated for a moment. He glanced at his watch, waited a few more minutes, and finally made a decision: "Take him upstairs first!"

The young security guard carried Han Fei on his back. Hua Ge stared intently at Han Fei's face, his mind filled with questions: "How did you end up in Building 1? And wearing a security guard uniform?"

"I...I'm just a new guy filling in," Han Fei said weakly. "There are ghosts outside the building, I can't see them very clearly, but every time the singing starts, someone dies..."

"Ghosts? Is this building really haunted? Are all the other security guards who went missing the work of ghosts?" The young security guard carrying Han Fei was shocked and frightened.

Hearing his words, Han Fei also felt strange. It seemed that the security guards in this dead building had their memories completely altered. They had forgotten many things, and then it was as if they had been implanted with new memories.

Tampering with memories? Isn't that what the previous building manager often did?

When Han Fei entered the black fog, his own memories became increasingly blurred. Fortunately, Jin Sheng's story protected him; otherwise, he might have become like these security guards, injected with new memories and turned into a puppet living in the dead building.

"Don't talk about these things after dark!" Brother Hua said sternly. He glared at the young security guard, then looked at Han Fei: "What's your name?"

"My name is Bai Sinian. Because I'm extremely timid, I kept a great distance from the other party, which is how I escaped this disaster." Han Fei almost perfectly recreated everything about Bai Sinian, from her personality and tone of voice to some of her little habits in behavior. They were practically identical.

"Oh, right, there's something else I need to tell you." Han Fei looked at the empty hallway, his heart pounding with anxiety: "I heard three footsteps in the corridor just now, but only the two of you ran out of the hallway. That means something followed you downstairs, and it should still be in the hallway now."

(End of this chapter)