My Healing Games

Chapter 315 Skirts aren't meant to be worn.

After 3:44 a.m., things were indeed different inside the building. Han Fei triggered two F-level hidden missions in a very short time, which already spoke volumes.

Patrolling and running to room 1244 seem like simple tasks at first glance, but the simpler the task, the more worried Han Fei became, as he was well aware of the difficulty of F-level missions.

The simpler a task looks, the more trouble you might encounter when you actually do it.

"She's catching up with us!"

Han Fei gritted his teeth. The woman falling from the building would kill everything she saw. She cleared up the floors one by one. The only way to break the deadlock was to go to room 1244.

Room 1244 is one of the three most dangerous rooms in Building 1, but Han Fei has no choice but to run there!
Only by completing the mission can he exit the game. For someone who may not even see tomorrow, survival is the most important thing.

Hua Ge and Xiao Fang hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation until they saw Han Fei disregard his injuries and run upstairs at all costs, even as his wounds bled. This completely ignited their fear.

Humans have a herd mentality, and fear can spread and become contagious. Having been repeatedly frightened, the two of them were already at their breaking point. Although they still had doubts in their minds, their bodies were already moving, running even faster than Han Fei.

He rushed up to the seventeenth floor in one breath. Han Fei grabbed the stair railing and glanced down at the ground. That glance almost scared the soul out of him.

The arm that was originally on the eighth floor has now appeared on the eleventh floor; the two-story structure is only six floors away from being completed.

The woman seemed to realize she had been discovered, and she quickened her pace.

"Don't run around! You can't just go upstairs!" Hua Ge's voice was filled with anxiety. When he ran between the seventeenth and eighteenth floors, he tried his best to calm Han Fei and Xiao Fang down: "If the emergency exit on the eighteenth floor is open, we'll go around here and go upstairs from the other side!"

Xiao Fang was running wildly and didn't pay any attention to what Hua Ge said.

Han Fei did hear it, but he dared not stop now.

The motion-activated lights on the seventeenth floor went out, and the beams of flashlights swung wildly in the pitch-black corridor. When the light reached the eighteenth-floor corridor, the three security guards saw the security door that had been fully opened.

The security door on the 18th floor is different from the doors on other floors; the inside of the door panel is covered with all sorts of strange and unusual talismans.

"Stop! Stop now!" Hua Ge shouted anxiously when he saw the emergency exit open on the eighteenth floor, but Xiao Fang and Han Fei, who were running in the lead, showed no intention of slowing down.

They quickly reached the eighteenth floor, and as they were about to run to the nineteenth floor, they suddenly noticed a thin, middle-aged man squatting in the middle of the stairs.

The man was dressed in white mourning clothes and his body was stuffed with paper money.

Xiao Fang had never seen this middle-aged man in the building before. He stopped in his tracks, but Han Fei didn't care about that and directly unfolded her red dress.

"Big brother, I'm going to bring you good luck today!"

With his hands flaring out of her red dress, Han Fei rushed upstairs; he was risking his life. He would do anything to get out of the game.

As Han Fei charged forward, the middle-aged man in mourning clothes stepped aside. But as Xiao Fang ran past the middle-aged man, the man suddenly reached out his hand in front of Xiao Fang.

"Quick! Give him something!" Hua shouted from behind, but it was too late; the man's hand had already reached for Xiao Fang's chest.

He didn't seem to do anything; Xiao Fang just fell asleep and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, Hua Ge, who was at the very back, took out a handful of change from his pocket and scattered it on the ground. As the middle-aged man lowered his head, he dragged Xiao Fang past the man.

Xiao Fang woke up when his head hit the hard step. He was completely terrified: "How did I fall?"

"A very greedy businessman once lived in room 1184. He specifically had someone calculate that if he lived in that room, he would become rich until he died! But who knew that he would actually die a few days after moving in, and later someone saw him in the hallway!" Hua Ge dragged Xiao Fang away: "If you don't give him money, he'll come home with you and take your life!"

Xiao Fang was still shaken. When he looked back, the middle-aged man was no longer on the stairs; only some paper money was scattered on the ground.

“Room 1184 is really eerie. It’s said that the fortune teller who told the businessman’s fortune was the original owner of room 1184, but he died a long time before he met the businessman. We all suspect that the businessman was bewitched by a ghost and ended up getting himself killed as someone else’s scapegoat.” Hua Ge was panting, worried that Han Fei and Xiao Fang would cause more trouble: “Be careful!”

"It's not a matter of being careful or not anymore. If you're a step slower, you could lose your life." Han Fei was the first to run to the nineteenth floor. The red dress had helped him scare away the middle-aged man, but something inside the dress seemed to sense something and was slowly waking up.

If the woman in the red dress saw herself being used by Han Fei like this, she would probably kill Han Fei too.

There was a ghost jumping off the building downstairs, holding a red dress, and unknown dangers lurking upstairs. With two F-level missions under his belt in just half an hour, everything was happening too fast. Han Fei could only frantically run for his life while simultaneously racking his brains and keeping an eye on the red dress and his surroundings.

With each floor Han Fei and his companions ascended, the distance between them and the ghost who had jumped off the building would decrease.

"At this rate, I have a chance to get to room 1244. But an F-level mission shouldn't be that simple. Am I overlooking something?"

The sound of the ghost crawling could be clearly heard in the stairwell. She was on her hands and feet, her arms and legs twisted, like a giant worm grabbing the stair railing and dragging her completely deformed body upwards quickly.

"This game is a healing game for demons. The core of all the missions is still about the demons. How can we force players to come into contact with demons while they are running away?"

Han Fei's expression gradually changed. He thought of a possibility: "The mission requires us to enter the most dangerous room 1244 on the top floor of Building 1. But if the door to room 1244 is locked, we would need a key to get in!"

"According to the mission information, room 1244 is related to the ghost who jumped off the building, and she may have come out of that room. Since she is the owner of that room, it makes sense that she has the key."

Thinking of this, Han Fei's face turned ashen, and his eyes twitched. This must be the true difficulty of an F-level mission.

"There are probably other methods; it's too early to give up now!"

With her hands flaring out of her red dress, Han Fei recklessly charged towards the twentieth floor. In a normal residential area, residents would generally not dare to stop someone running up the stairs like that in the middle of the night.

Thank you to the Norwegian salmon for being our champion!
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