My Healing Games

Chapter 374 There Will Be No One Gone
Regardless of whether Han Fei was lying or not, the male student felt a little uneasy looking at Han Fei's security guard uniform.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with me. All the evil and disasters are in that escaped soul. I can't guarantee what he might do, so you must be careful!" Han Fei was very serious. Only under these circumstances could he have a clear understanding of himself.

“But he’s just a summoned ghost, he should be fine.” The male student also began to waver, mainly because what Han Fei said was too frightening.

"Have you ever seen a ghost that returned on the seventh day after death completely take control within half an hour? Give it more time, and the consequences will be unimaginable!" Han Fei was actually very anxious. There were still more than two hours until 4:44 a.m., and he had to find all the souls before the butterfly returned.

However, the current state of the evil soul is clearly an accident. Han Fei is very worried that his soul will be like the soul of the door god, not only unwilling to return, but also thinking of using various means to kill the main soul.

It was precisely because of this that Han Fei became extremely nervous upon seeing the other party.

However, he did not lose his mind because of this. Everything has two sides. Although the combination of the evil soul and the old ghost is terrifying, if handled well, they can also be of great help to Han Fei.

"Most of the owners in the Firefly Group can still communicate, so they can be considered as one of us. If the evil spirits want to massacre the dead building, the group members who have been notified in advance will hide. In this way, those who are killed by the evil spirits will be those evil spirits that cannot communicate and are completely dominated by the will to die."

The people rescuing the group are now rescuing themselves, hence the constant warnings.

After persuading the male student, Han Fei then pulled him along to notify the group chat members.

These group members who had previously received help from Firefly all had the opportunity to become his allies, and Han Fei didn't want anything to happen to them.

The previously silent group chat suddenly became lively today. Han Fei, like a whistleblower before a disaster, urgently notified everyone to take refuge.

"Don't try to confront him! Don't talk to him! It's best to hide and absolutely avoid any contact with him!"

A living, breathing person, in the dead of night, reminding everyone in a group chat full of vengeful ghosts to be careful, not to walk at night, and to lock their doors—this scene has a uniquely heartwarming quality.

Those netizens who had previously helped, perhaps out of respect for Yinghuo, followed Han Fei's advice with some skepticism.

However, the original residents in the group chat, who used the building's address as their name, disagreed. In their view, they had already shown great restraint and mercy by not killing Han Fei. How could they possibly obey Han Fei's words?

Before Han Fei could finish sending his warning, the sound of shattering glass came from the top floor of the dead building. The last time he heard a similar sound was when the ghost of the jumping building appeared.

Han Fei rushed to the window and tried to open it, but the students in room 4064 stopped him.

"The windows of the Dead Building cannot be opened casually, as the fog outside, which is entirely composed of the aura of death, will drift in, and monsters hidden in the fog may take the opportunity to climb into the Dead Building."

"What would happen if the window were broken? If no one repaired it, wouldn't the fog outside keep drifting into the building?" Han Fei was simply curious.

"You're new here, so there are many things you don't know. The Dead Building seems to have its own life. Anything that's destroyed will eventually recover over time. It's like when someone gets injured, the wound scabs over, and then it slowly heals."

"The Death Building has life? But this entire area is clearly shrouded in death. Before I came in, I was very curious about where such a huge death aura came from." Han Fei voiced his long-standing question. The Death Building was the most dangerous building in his area, and the entire building was shrouded in gray mist.

At first, he didn't think much of the gray fog, until the unspeakable song entered the gray fog and also lost its way, and he realized that this fog, which was entirely composed of death intent, was extremely terrifying.

"Beyond resentment lies hatred, and beyond hatred lies the unspeakable. It seems that the butterfly's abilities could not have created so much gray mist. Could the gray mist enveloping the Death Tower have existed before the butterfly?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. All I know is that the gray fog, the will to die, and the death curse all originate from the underground of the Death Tower," the male student answered truthfully.

"Underground? Have you ever been underground?"

"No, the basement of the dead building can only be reached by elevator. I don't like enclosed spaces and have never ridden an elevator."

Upon hearing the male student's answer, Han Fei recalled a scene from the Dead Building game he had played, where the Soul Chasers dressed in red and covered in death curses all seemed to have come up from underground via elevators.

"What's hidden beneath the Dead Building?" Before Han Fei could finish speaking, the sound of windows being smashed echoed from the rooftop, accompanied by unrestrained laughter.

The shards of glass falling from the sky were like a sharp downpour; they plunged into the gray fog without making a sound, as if they had been swallowed up by something.

Windows on each floor were smashed, and as the gray fog poured into the building, the singing outside could be heard clearly, making Han Fei's scalp tingle, as if the face of the singer was right outside the window.

"It's so close! The person who smashed the window was trying to get the singing into the building?!" Hearing the familiar laughter from the rooftop, Han Fei knew who had broken the window. The evil spirit's idea was good—to get the singing into the dead building—but the question was, could it escape the song's pursuit? Just because it had latched onto a top-tier vengeful spirit, it dared to play with fire like this? Was it some kind of provocation and seduction? Had it gone mad?
Han Fei never expected that the first thing the evil soul did after gaining power would be to smash the windows of the dead building layer by layer. As expected of his own soul, its way of doing things was unpredictable.

"Don't you feel that there's something in the singing outside, like it's calling your name?" the male student added insult to injury.

Han Fei was no longer in the mood to talk to the male students. His mind was filled with thoughts of the song. The evil soul was acting madly and worshipped chaos. Another change was about to occur in the Dead Building.

"The evil spirit is ruthless to itself, casting the song into the Death Tower for a fatal blow! The problem is, the person the song hates the most is him!"

The glass on the top floor is still shattering. By the time the butterflies arrive, the dead building will probably be so badly damaged that it won't even recognize itself anymore.

Funeral music, singing, and the sound of shattering glass mingled together as an endless gray fog surged into the dead building, pouring down like a black sea suspended in the air!

Standing by the window, Han Fei witnessed everything. The scene was spectacular yet eerie, filled with an eerie atmosphere, which even reminded him of the opening ceremony of a certain Olympic Games many years ago.

Let me recommend Qingquan Liuxiang's *Unscientific Beast Taming*. Her previous book, *The Elf Master*, was a huge success, and this one is a classic beast-taming novel. It's set in an alternate world where beast taming is the norm. Yu transmigrated here with a skill encyclopedia and raised a bunch of bizarre beasts, shattering the worldviews of all beast tamers…

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