My Healing Games

Chapter 377 Here we come
The old ghost stood at the gap in the gray fog, looking at the world outside, and then slowly turned around.

His crimson eyes were now completely clear, filled with murderous intent and hatred. The old ghost had shown the evil soul his choice through his actions.

The spines began to rise one by one, and the faces representing all the descendants were stained with hatred. They were bound by blood ties, allowing the hatred to resonate!

Old Ghost's body swelled up again, his boundless killing intent boiling within him, and he strode back into the Death Tower.

Without the support of hatred, the gray fog healed faster. Just as the gap in the fog was about to close again, a blood-red dinner knife pierced through the deathly fog!

Bright red lips slowly parted, and a woman's voice emerged from the mist: "His laughter came from here; I'm certain it was his voice."

Her blood-stained coat clung to her clothes, and every step she took carried a breathtaking beauty, a morbid beauty, a mad beauty.

Hands held up the gaps in the mist, and a faint cry rang out. The child, clutching the altar, followed behind the woman, his face still bearing traces of tears, his body pierced by needles of despair.

"The laughter definitely sounds like him." Two figures, one tall and one short, exuded a strong aura of unease. After entering the gray fog, the taller one swallowed the shorter one whole. "He lured the song to the Dead Building, then, while the song was drawing in the fog, he broke through the weakest point of the fog, followed by a maniacal laugh to tell us his location. Only he could have done that. But how did he know we were coming to him?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get inside! The manager's laughter is different from before; he must be in trouble too." The man in the convenience store uniform strode towards the dead building, a dangerous glint in his single remaining eye.

As crimson light approached, black eyes opened in the mist. Beside the one-eyed man stood a young girl with her eyes tightly shut, holding a doll that was still screaming.

One figure after another entered the Dead Building through the gap in the gray fog. At the last moment before the gray fog healed, the figure at the very back of everyone raised its head.

He wore a hat and a very ordinary trench coat, looking frail and seemingly without any ability, but people around him dared not get too close to him.

There was a story circulating in the Happiness Community that eight people died in a certain room, and their bodies were pieced together. Because their resentment was too strong and their power too great, the managers were forced to hide their bodies in different places in the building.

The deathly aura in the gray fog pierced the skin, and the frail figure gazed at the death tower, silently removing his hat.

Hidden beneath the brim of his hat was a very ordinary face; his appearance was as plain as his name. This man was named Wei Youfu.

"Han Fei, we've come to pick you up."

Without exchanging any words, the group walked in the shadows, suppressing their auras as much as possible, and entered the dead building through the gap!

The purest death intent beneath the Dead Building was stirred by evil spirits, and endless death intent intertwined with the song. More and more cracks began to appear on the building's exterior, and its recovery speed could no longer keep up with the speed of destruction.

"The apartment building, named after death, seems to possess a living being, even knowing how to recover on its own. It's disgusting!"

The evil spirit controlled the old ghost's hand to tear through the wall, and blood began to seep from the deepest part of the wall, just like human skin being torn apart.

"The manager will be back at 4:44, so we still have plenty of time."

Standing in the corridor, countless tiny black blood vessels emerged from the old ghost's body, like the roots of a century-old tree, crawling into each room through the cracks and fissures in the doors.

Some of the roots were black before entering the room, but turned red after being pulled out. The fresh bloodstains were filled with resentment and pain, and they all became food for the old ghost.

To avoid being targeted by the management, Lao Gui locked himself in his room and never stepped out. He thought that this would allow him to survive in the dead building, but he didn't expect that the management never intended to let him go from the beginning.

The hatred buried deep in his heart finally erupted, and almost no one in the building could stop Old Ghost's steps!
Layer upon layer upwards, each layer a bloodbath!
Any ghost that hasn't found a safe place is food in the eyes of an evil spirit.

To save time, he didn't stop for a moment, but when he reached the corner on the third floor, his speed suddenly slowed down.

The evil spirit's hideous face slowly turned, glancing at the courtesan and woman chained to the old ghost's back.

As the two were sweating profusely from the evil spirit's gaze, the evil spirit manipulated the old ghost to stop, and countless root-like blood vessels surged into room 4034.

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"Tonight is going to be quite turbulent; the four of us should be careful."

"It's normal for things to get a little noisy on the night of the annual return of the soul. As long as we keep this soul-chasing person under control, no other soul-chasing people should come tonight."

"Focus on your work. No matter how much noise is going on outside, it has nothing to do with us."

In room 4034, a table was set up, and four gamblers were playing mahjong. Their portraits were placed in the center of the living room, and the table was piled with paper money.

"Won't something bad happen if we trap this soul-chasing person here? We've killed quite a few wandering spirits this year." The gambler sitting on the west side of the table played a west wind card, his eyes fixed on a child trapped behind four portraits.

The child had his head down, wearing a bear-patterned pajama stained with blood. He looked like a broken puppet, completely devoid of self-awareness.

“Don’t say unlucky things. Nothing has happened every year, so why is this year an exception? Once the other Soul Chasers sense that there is a Soul Chaser inside the house, they won’t come over. That’s the rule of the Dead Building.” The gambler sitting on the south side spoke up, and after he finished speaking, he also played a West Wind card.

"What do you two mean by both playing West Wind?" The gambler on the east side of the table also played West Wind, looking at the table indifferently: "I heard that if all four people play West Wind when playing mahjong tonight, one of them will die. Want to gamble for fun?"

"We've already become neither human nor ghost, what are we afraid of going to the West?" The gambler from the north touched the West Wind, but while the other three were staring intently at him, he ultimately didn't play the West Wind: "I'm not playing this boring game with you guys, One of Bamboo!"

As the man put down the mahjong tiles, he suddenly realized that his body seemed to be out of control. He seemed to sense something and looked up sharply. The roof was covered with a dense network of crisscrossing black blood vessels.

"Then, what is that?!"

The door was twisted and deformed. Before he could hear anyone's reply, a hand pierced his chest, and crimson blood seemed to burn on his body.

The mutilated body was thrown aside. The evil spirit wiped the blood from its palm and its malevolent eyes swept across the card table: "One of bamboo, three of west winds. This hand is telling you that you'll be on your way together tonight!"

With a downward press of his palm, the black veins covering the ceiling, like a net woven from blades, pulled down directly onto the wall above his head.

A scream rang out, and the evil spirit laughed unrestrainedly. It overturned the four portraits on the altar and grabbed the soul-chasing person wearing a bear pajama with one hand.

"Hey, look, isn't this your child?"

Thank you to the leader of the shallow understanding group!

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