My Healing Games

Chapter 375 What happened to you?! (4000)

The gray fog in the Dead Building complex, carrying a thick sense of death, poured into Building No. 4. The windows healed much faster than the evil spirits destroyed them.

The residents of the building had never encountered anything like this before. There had been instances of vengeful ghosts and evil spirits fighting inside the building, such as the ghost who jumped off the building and the female anchor getting into a fight, but even when they caused a ruckus, they never went to the building itself.

The building collapses, which benefits no one. It's a struggle, not suicide.

However, this newly appeared wandering spirit is different. It disregards the rules of the Death Tower and comes up with a suicidal fighting style. Moreover, not only does it want to die, it also wants to take everyone in the tower down with it!
This ruthless approach convinced the male student that Han Fei was right. It's likely that only someone as terrifying as him could do the things Han Fei had mentioned before.

The madness and hysteria exhibited by evil spirits far exceed what ordinary people can imagine, and many ghosts cannot understand them.

The members of the homeowners' mutual aid group didn't take Han Fei's words seriously at first, and some even went out to check. It wasn't until the glass windows shattered one after another and the song filled with endless killing intent rang in everyone's ears that they panicked!
Standing by the window, Han Fei watched the chaos caused by the evil spirit and began to worry about how to control it.

The gray fog in the entire community began to gather around Building 4. Outside the window, it looked like a deep sea, and the singing sounded like a giant sea monster hidden in the darkness, constantly crashing against the building.

"When the butterfly returns, it will probably find itself an orphan."

Han Fei wasn't joking. The song keenly detected a force within the Dead Building cooperating with him. This unspeakable entity was concentrating its power to attack the area where the gray mist was pouring in, attempting to follow the gray mist into the Dead Building.

Its idea was good, but it just couldn't break through the last layer of defense.

The ineffable being had spent several nights outside the Dead Building. Its murderous intent towards Han Fei and its unvented rage had completely boiled over. It decided to utterly destroy this community and fill every inch of the land with its curse.

The singing turned mournful, as if it were crying blood!

The mournful music inside the building was instantly suppressed, and a huge shadow vaguely emerged from the gray fog. It seemed to be the unspeakable song, and its entire body was trying to squeeze into the dead building!
It is an existence more terrifying than hatred. When it breaks through with all its might, the Death Tower has a hard time stopping it, especially with the evil souls working in its place.

The entire building was teetering on the brink of collapse, with fine cracks appearing in the walls, seemingly about to crumble at any moment. Suddenly, several times the amount of gray mist that had appeared before emerged from beneath the dead building!

The deathly aura contained within this mist was even more intense, almost turning black.

Ordinary people, let alone entering the black fog, would be affected by the murderous intent and lose their minds just by looking at the fog.

The gray mist surging from below the Dead Building was like an underground tide, doing its best to block the singing. Even with the cooperation of evil spirits, the singing seemed unable to enter the Dead Building for a short time.

"How can there be so much death energy under this dead building? Could it be a large tomb? Whose body is buried there?" Han Fei was shocked by his own thoughts. Even if an ordinary burial pit could gather death energy, it would be difficult to produce such a pure death energy. He suspected that what was buried under the dead building was not a pile of corpses, but a "special" corpse.

"Could it be Fu Sheng's corpse?"

Han Fei was also uncertain; all he knew for now was that the secret of the Dead Tower was hidden underground.

"Maybe I can take this opportunity to take the elevator down to the underground and take a look."

The sound of shattering glass continued to ring out. The old ghost, influenced by the evil spirit, had become the most terrifying and cunning being in the dead building. It was impossible to catch up with it or defeat it; it was simply lawless.

“Let’s hide first. At this rate, your evil spirit will probably get into this room soon.” The male student stared at Han Fei’s security guard uniform and touched the cracks in the wall. He realized he had been too narrow-minded. At first, he was worried that Han Fei might kill all the residents of the community, but now he realized that Han Fei was planning to destroy the entire building!
"Hiding is probably out of the question. He's close enough to me that he can definitely sense my presence." Han Fei looked at the male student earnestly: "Dude, what are your chances of winning against that old ghost on the 23rd floor?"

"There's no chance of winning, not at all." The male student was genuinely terrified. He had only known the man in front of him for less than half an hour, and now they were already at the point of life and death.

"Then you should escape with me. Take Laisheng and Yinghuo with you, and we'll go underground." Han Fei didn't make this decision on a whim. Laisheng's father was a Soul Chaser, so he should know a lot about the underground.

While Han Fei and the male student were discussing countermeasures, the sound of shattering glass suddenly stopped.

"It seems to have stopped on the thirteenth floor? Is there a terrifying ghost living there?" The evil spirit wouldn't smash all the glass in every room on every floor. It would pick on the weakest point. It pursued efficiency and tried to tear the biggest gap in the dead building in the shortest amount of time.

"No?" the male student asked, somewhat puzzled. "Then does that mean we don't need to go any further?"

"Don't put your life in someone else's hands. Come downstairs with me first." Han Fei and the male student led Yinghuo and Laisheng out of the room. At this point, the paper figure procession for the funeral was too preoccupied to care about them.

……

"It's over, it's over, the sound of shattering glass is about to reach our floor! We're really going to die this time!"

In room 4134 on the thirteenth floor, two men and a woman huddled behind the sofa. They were the woman Han Fei had rescued from the closet world, Feng Ziyu's unlucky neighbor, and the dead building security guard called Hua Kui.

"You can run away on the first day of the month, but you can't hide on the fifteenth. I never thought I would still die in this godforsaken place!" Feng Ziyu's neighbor was a chubby uncle. When Butterfly was trying to catch Feng Ziyu, he ran to Feng Ziyu's place because of the noise. As a result, Butterfly treated him like trash and threw him into the cabinet world.

"A man doesn't easily shed tears. Why are you, a grown man, crying all the time? It's so annoying!" The courtesan was wearing the only clean security uniform. He was fully armed, gripping a high-powered flashlight and a rubber baton tightly.

"Should we run away?" The middle-aged man got up from the ground.

"Bai Sinian told us to wait for him here." The woman, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. "He will come back. He also said he would help me find my lost child. Also, don't you think that laughter outside sounds a little like Bai Sinian's?"

The courtesan and the middle-aged man were both in a panic and didn't listen carefully to what the woman was saying.

The woman stopped talking and kept looking at the photo in her palm. The photo showed her son, who was cute and innocent, wearing a bear pajama.

"You two be quiet! It looks like something's coming!" The security guard, Hua Kui, was very nervous. He stared out the window, where the window on the fourteenth floor above him had been smashed, and the howling wind was blowing directly into the building.

"It's our turn..."

Strange noises echoed in the hallway, like countless hands and feet crawling on the ceiling at the same time. The most terrifying thing was that the noise suddenly stopped when it passed through room 4134!
The three survivors looked at each other, their eyes filled with terror. They dared not make a sound, praying that whatever was outside the door would leave quickly.

Perhaps some evil god heard their wishes. After a few seconds of calm, fine black streaks of blood began to appear on the security door, and the foul-smelling black blood seeped into the house through the cracks in the door.

"Oh!"

The locked door was violently smashed open, and maniacal laughter erupted from outside.

Segments of heads emerged from the spine, two blood-stained arms smashed through the door, slender fingers like venomous snakes with eyes, and countless curses swept aside the security guard uniforms piled up in the living room, heading straight for the area behind the sofa.

The disparity in strength was too great; the three people in room 4134 didn't even have the right to hide in front of Old Ghost.

The overwhelming, exaggerated yin energy pressed down directly, and the three people behind the sofa probably wouldn't even feel the pain brought by the curse before they were crushed into pieces and their souls scattered.

"You two jump out the window and get out! Go down the pipes to other floors!" The courtesan acted very righteously at this moment, grabbing his baton and standing in front of the woman.

The middle-aged man and the woman ran backwards, but they couldn't open the windows inside the dead building, which contained seals and death curses.

"There must be a special reason why such a weak ghost can survive." A human face on the old ghost's back opened its eyes. The face looked almost exactly like Han Fei's, except that its brows were full of a fierce evil aura and its mouth was tinged with madness.

The evil spirit was very clever. He saw that the courtesan was hiding something. Instead of crushing her with his yin energy, he wanted to put the death curse on the old ghost into her body.

Success is certainly a good thing, but failure doesn't cause any loss to oneself.

The death curse dragged the courtesan behind her like a rope, and she saw the faces on the old ghost's spine.

"It's you! Bai Sinian!"

When the courtesan was about to faint from fright, she suddenly saw Han Fei's face and could hardly believe it was real!
Holy crap! You've grown so much in just a few nights!

The evil spirit's malevolent eyes swept over the courtesan, and he instantly realized something: "I encountered some accidents during the process of merging with my family and forgot some of my memories. Do you know me from before?"

He speaks to people in a human way and to ghosts in a ghost way. No matter whether Han Fei is a human or a ghost, he can always say the right thing.

"Of course I know you! Your name is Bai Sinian, and you're the new security guard at the Dead Building. You brought these two with you." The courtesan breathed a sigh of relief. He really hadn't expected to survive under such circumstances; he was truly resilient. "Bai Sinian is back. Don't rush off, you two."

The woman was a little better off, having survived in the wardrobe world for a long time. The middle-aged man, however, hid behind the woman, his legs trembling, unable to even glance at the monster in front of him.

"Do you know me?" The voice of the evil spirit was filled with murderous intent; few dared to lie to such a voice.

"You saved us all; you are a really good person."

"A good person? Me?" The evil spirit's face grew even more sinister. "It's just as I thought. No wonder I felt a slight resistance when I tried to let the great demon from outside in. So I am a good person. But shouldn't good people go to heaven? Why did I end up in hell?"

"You helped us escape danger and even helped me search for my lost child inside the building. Actually, the reason you've become like this is because we two were too useless." The woman looked at the monster in front of her, feeling very guilty and in pain.

"I smell pain on you. Are you feeling sorry for me?" The evil spirit grabbed the woman's body with the old ghost's arm and placed her in front of it.

He smelled the scent of her soul and looked at the woman's face so close to his: "Tell me about my personality, my past, and every word I've ever said to you! Maybe I, now a monster, can find my former self again."

The woman's body was bound by a curse. Looking at the evil soul's strangely handsome face, she dared not hide anything and told him exactly how good a person Han Fei was.

"Such a good person went to hell? Is that fair?" The evil spirit lifted one of the old ghost's arms and locked the three of them behind his back, then grinned and rushed toward the window: "I'm in a hurry, let's talk as we walk, don't stop, keep talking!"

He concentrated all his Yin energy and smashed it against the windowpane, only in this way could he shatter the deathly aura that had accumulated on the glass for countless years.

After the windows on the thirteenth floor shattered, the gray fog erupted again downstairs, and the blackened fog was drawn out and began to flow towards the singing.

"Old man, the grave you mentioned has been disturbed. The deathly aura within is now intertwined with the singing outside. They shouldn't have time to care about us now, right?"

The gray-black mist drifted into room 4134, and the evil spirit neither dodged nor flinched, but simply opened its arms.

"If fairness has to be earned through one's own efforts, then what is the point of the rules? Don't worry, I will smash all the chains on us, and anyone who tries to stop me will be crushed to dust as well."

The chilling sound caused the temperature inside the room to drop sharply. Amidst the maniacal laughter, Old Ghost left room 4134, leading the three people as they quickly climbed up the wall.

A chilling whistling sound came from the evil spirit's mouth. Sensing the location of the song, he quickly went to the first floor.

The window at the corner of the first-floor corridor was the furthest from the singing. At this moment, the deathly aura emanating from below the dead building surged towards the singing, and the evil spirit, after much scheming, finally created an opportunity.

“Old man, your family has been cursed with death for generations, and you will surely return here after death. Do you really want your little grandson to live like this too?” The evil spirit looked at the window with wooden planks nailed to the corner of the corridor: “Your descendants have all crawled into your back. Your spine is supported by the heads of your descendants. These terrible days should end.”

The word "death" appeared on the thin, chain-like arms, and blood vessels began to appear in the old ghost's cloudy eyes.

"My appearance is both accidental and inevitable! I can feel the anger and hatred you have suppressed for countless years. Let's merge perfectly. Rather than being treated like pigs and dogs all the time, let's seize this excellent opportunity to fight!"

Old Ghost gripped the wooden planks of the window, his deepest hatred ignited by the evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)