My Healing Games

Chapter 361 Han Fei, on the verge of death (Second update)
"I can help you find the head. I know where it is." Han Fei offered his bargaining chip again. In the Dead Tower game, the gatekeeper even promised to grant Han Fei's wish in order to get his help, which made Han Fei's mind race.

The mangled head on the door god's shoulder remained silent, its blood-stained eyes fixed on Han Fei as if trying to see through him.

"I really can help you."

"Did my head also beg you in this way?" Suddenly, these words came from the rotting mouth.

Han Fei didn't understand the meaning of the door gods, but he still nodded.

“I knew it was looking for me too.” The door god laughed through the mouth of the head. “Actually, I should thank the person who cut off my head. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have been born. I’m confirming the location of my head with you not to bring it back, but to kill it completely.”

"What do you mean?"

“This body has given birth to a new consciousness, that is me. Now I am the gatekeeper of the Dead Building. That head only possesses my past memories.” The gatekeeper’s body is merging with the door of room 4044: “I don’t need you to help me find my head. I just need you to conceal my existence and take me to it.”

"Okay, no problem." Han Fei agreed very decisively.

"Let's talk about surviving tonight first. Being chosen by the Soul Chaser means you're one of its options." The door god tilted his head forward and reached out to pat the human head.

"Its choice? Door God, I just had my three souls and three spirits taken away, I need tonight..." Han Fei finally found a "person" to talk to, he was like a drowning man grabbing a tree branch on the shore.

"I can't say. I can only tell you that tonight, both the dead and the living will appear in the building. The living will remember they are alive, and they will hide in their homes and sleep. But most of the dead will forget they are dead, and they will repeat things from their past lives based on their memories. If you want to survive tonight, you'd better stay close to the living and far away from the dead." The door god's body was almost fused with the door of room 4044, and the head on his neck looked at Han Fei with a half-smile.

Han Fei felt that the door god must have discovered something in his mind, because the door god's attitude had changed quite a bit. At first, Han Fei might have been just an ant in the door god's eyes, but now he had become a useful asset in the door god's eyes.

"Is that all?"

“You’d better set off as soon as possible. Your soul should also be under the Death Tower’s curse now. As time goes by, they will slowly forget that they are just a part of your soul, and then begin to develop their own consciousness, just like me and my head.” The human head on the door god’s neck revealed a sinister smile: “My head wants to find its body and regain control of itself; but I want to kill my head and just exist like this.”

"They can even have their own consciousness?" Han Fei realized that he had really underestimated the difficulty of this E-level mission. The precautions issued by the system were only a small part; there was still a large part that the system had not mentioned!

"Of course, set off as soon as possible." The door god grabbed his own head from his neck and pulled it off, the long blood vessels slowly receding from his body: "I'll tell you one last thing, I just saw one of your three souls run into room 4064."

"4064?" Han Fei looked up as well, only to see the wall returning to normal. "How did you see that?"

"Soon you'll be able to see those things too. You're currently in a state of losing your soul, on the verge of death. Tonight you can see things you've never seen before, such as the Soul Chaser. But you must be careful. You can see them, but if you cross that threshold, you'll never be able to go back." The door god's body completely merged with room 4044, and the head in his hand was slowly deforming.

"On the verge of death? Could it be that before a living person dies, during the final moments when their consciousness fades, it's like what I'm experiencing now?" Han Fei kept staring at the door god, still sensing something strange in his tone, as if he were hiding something: "Door god, you seem very interested in things related to the living?"

"I've always really enjoyed communicating with people."

"like very much?"

"Aren't all these heads on the ground human heads?"

"That's true."

The dialogue between Han Fei and the door god carries a strong sense of death and is extraordinary to listen to.

"Door God, can you tell me what's in room 4044? Maybe I can get through the door to room 4044..."

Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the mangled head was crushed by the door god, turning into blood streaks that merged into the door. It was as if it had never existed, and it returned to being the door panel pasted on the door.

"Are they gone?" Han Fei took a deep breath, his heart finally at ease. Only then did he realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat and his clothes were clinging tightly to his skin.

What is a truly therapeutic game? If someone can survive three minutes of playing and hover on the brink of death more than ten times, then it would be strange if they didn't cherish real life.

"Room 4064, one of my souls ran into the sixth floor?" Han Fei glanced at the task panel. He thought he had completed a task and only needed to stay for three hours before logging off. But when he looked at his character status, he unexpectedly found a line of text: "This player is in a special state and cannot exit the game."

Suppressing the urge to swear, Han Fei immediately headed to the sixth floor.

"It seems that the exit button won't light up until all three missing souls and spirits are found."

Although Han Fei's eyes and expression gave the impression that he was about to start cursing, his mind remained clear.

This mission served as a wake-up call for him: if the monsters of the deeper world stole his memories, or rather, his "soul," then the incomplete him would be unable to log off.

With the strongest divine skill without level offline and unusable, Han Fei was now on edge, never having taken anything so seriously before.

After the door gods returned to the room, the fourth-floor corridor returned to normal, just like an ordinary stairwell, except that there were some paper heads folded into shapes on the ground, like flattened white lanterns.

Han Fei dared not waste any time. He hid the Rebirth Blade, avoided the elevator used by the Soul Chaser, and entered the emergency exit.

Before they could even go upstairs, the slightly jarring mournful music came down from upstairs.

The funeral music that everyone inside the building could hear mingled with the singing that only Han Fei could hear outside. After listening to it for a while, Han Fei actually felt that the two were quite a good match.

(End of this chapter)