My Healing Games

Chapter 397 The expert player is in the mortal realm, the companion player is in the underworld.

"When I was unemployed, I thought about work every day. After I got a job, I thought about resting every day. It's pitiful that I work shifts day and night and don't even have a holiday."

Some people are actors by day, but by night they might be security guards, store managers, patrol teachers, or even midnight butchers and grocers.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei put down his book and began to exercise.

Since playing "Perfect Life," he has rarely drunk beverages, and his healthy lifestyle is unlike that of a young man in his early twenties.

After relaxing for a while, Han Fei called Huang Ying again around 11 p.m. to confirm that Huang Ying was ready, and then Han Fei went straight into the game pod.

In the past, every time Han Fei entered the game, it felt like he was going to the execution ground. He even had to write down his last wishes in advance. But this time when he logged into the game, his pressure was significantly less.

Time ticked by, and as the giant virtual screen connecting heaven and earth on the edge of the city changed, Han Fei put on the game helmet.

There are only 24 hours left until the official launch of "Perfect Life".

As blood crimson descended, Han Fei's consciousness arrived in the blood-red city.

As his consciousness descended, he saw a red ghostly figure not far from him. The "person" was holding an old man's head and squatting next to the shrine.

"The song? Is it still there?"

Han Fei saw the other person when he logged out of the game last time, and he didn't expect that when he logged back into the game, the song was still in the same place.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei found himself back at the place where he had logged off.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw the security guard, Hua Kui, and two other security guards from Building 1 bragging about how they had survived in Building 4 for countless years and always managed to escape death, making them the most suitable candidates for the position of security captain of the "dead building."

"Han Fei?" After talking with the people in Happiness Community, they also learned Han Fei's real name: "When did you enter that house? I remember there was no one in that house?"

"What's the situation inside the building now?" Han Fei asked directly from the sofa. The three security guards answered one by one, and it was obvious who the security captain was.

"After the shrine beneath the Death Tower shattered, numerous cracks began to appear on its massive black shell. Although it still emanated deathly aura, that aura was insufficient to envelop the Death Tower; it could only barely sustain the building's self-repair." The courtesan, dressed in a neat and clean security uniform, looked very energetic.

The group walked out of the room. After a day of repairs, Building No. 4 had been mostly restored. The veins left by the butterfly had turned into nutrients and were refilled into the apartment building by the residents.

"Butterfly is dead, and there is no new manager in the building yet." The courtesan said meaningfully, "In terms of strength, the ghost who jumped off Building No. 1 is the most terrifying, but she has no intention of becoming a manager and is completely insane; if we are talking about wisdom and personal charm, then I think you are the most suitable person."

After the courtesan finished speaking, the other two security guards nodded repeatedly.

They all had a good relationship with Han Fei, and if Han Fei became the new manager, their safety would be guaranteed. In addition, in terms of their working style, Han Fei was indeed more reliable.

As Han Fei walked down the corridor with his security guards, the ghostly residents he occasionally encountered would greet him. It was hard to imagine that this harmonious and warm scene was happening in the Deep World; even some model communities in reality probably couldn't achieve it.

Take Firefly's phone out of your inventory. After Firefly successfully returned to life, his phone became Han Fei's possession.

Looking at the ordinary-looking phone, Han Fei only realized after the system's appraisal that it was actually a rare F-level cursed item called the Death Group Chat Phone.

Normally, to obtain this cursed item, one would need to join a death horde and survive among a group of vengeful ghosts, which is extremely difficult.

However, because Han Fei's benevolent soul accidentally entered Yinghuo's body, he directly gained the recognition of the vengeful ghosts, which made it easy for him to obtain the item. Even the death chat group has been changed by Han Fei into a mutual aid group for the owners of the dead building.

During the group chat, Han Fei asked everyone about their plans for the future. He repeatedly emphasized to all the homeowners that the community belongs to everyone and that everyone here is a manager, hoping that everyone can actively participate.

In other special buildings, people fight tooth and nail for the position of manager, but Han Fei here takes the initiative to propose the concept of joint management. For the Deep World, this may be the first step in changing the rules.

Because of the existence of the death chat group, communication among the residents of the "dead building" was very convenient. During the time Han Fei was away, the residents spontaneously investigated the "dead building," collected and dealt with all traces left by the butterfly and the death curse, and compiled statistics on any abnormalities in the group.

After reviewing the chat history, Han Fei discovered a few noteworthy things.

First, inside the building, after the butterfly detonated wardrobe number 4444, all the wardrobes in the dead building underwent certain changes. Although the main passage between Nightmare and the Deep World was destroyed, Nightmare seemed to have a special connection with the other wardrobes.

Without the butterfly's main consciousness controlling it, if some people get lost in nightmares in the future, they might be lucky enough to push open the cabinet door of the Dead Building and have a chance encounter with Han Fei. Of course, the probability of this is very small.

Led by the male student and Haha, the residents also collected the remaining fragments of the shrine within the dead building. For the original inhabitants of the Deep World, the shrine was something that could not be left lying around; even the remaining fragments had to be carefully preserved.

Han Fei did not believe in gods, but he would not deliberately oppose the shrine. From the information he had, only the unspeakable beings in the deep world were qualified to build shrines for themselves. In other words, each shrine represented an unspeakable being.

"Keep these shrine fragments; perhaps one of us can use them someday." In the final moments of his battle with the butterfly, the butterfly used the power of the shrine and even placed his heart in it as a sacrifice, as if his hatred, which wanted to become unspeakable, was related to the shrine.

Through the group chat, Han Fei found Haha, the female anchor, and Wei Youfu, who had just woken up, on the top floor of the dead building.

The butterfly's consciousness dissipated, and the people in charge of the dead building became Haha and the female anchor, while Wei Youfu and Xu Qin represented the Happy Community.

The people from the two communities would probably never have met in their lives, but because of Han Fei, they now acknowledge each other's existence and at least won't casually devour each other.

"It seems you already know each other, so I don't need to introduce you any further." After entering the room where Butterfly used to live on the top floor, Han Fei found the atmosphere a bit strange. The weak Wei Youfu was lying on the sofa, chuckling and looking out the window.

Only the female anchor and Xu Qin remained in the living room, sitting face to face. One was adjusting her red dress, while the other was playing with a dinner knife wrapped in human skin.

Perhaps because butterflies once lived in this room, the room seemed particularly gloomy and terrifying, with a heavy atmosphere and a temperature much lower than outside.

"Although the butterfly's soul has been scattered, the black mist that shrouded the Death Tower has also dissipated after its death. This area can never go back to what it was before." Haha broke the cold atmosphere of the conversation in the room: "In the past, our enemy was the butterfly. In the future, we may have to face all kinds of terrifying beings, and there may even be other unspeakable things passing through here."

They drew back the curtains and looked outside.

The Dead Building has 24 floors and is the tallest building in the area, but looking into the distance, there are countless buildings that are even taller and more eerie than the Dead Building.

Han Fei and his companions lived only in a corner of this deep world; his vision was not even able to see the full extent of the darkness.

“To deal with potential dangers, I suggest we join forces.” Wei Youfu was pale and almost transparent: “Just like how Building 1 and Building 2 of Happiness Community unite, we should concentrate our scattered resources. This will benefit everyone.”

“I agree. The Death Tower is now only filled with hatred from Zhuang Wen, and she has fallen into madness and is unable to communicate. Not to mention the vengeful ghosts from other areas coming over, if Zhuang Wen suddenly goes insane, it will be very difficult for us to control her.” Haha spoke the truth. He used to be filled with the thought of death and fought against the idea of ​​dying every day. He never expected that after meeting Yinghuo and Han Fei, he would start to think about the future.

"There's something else I feel I need to tell you." Haha pondered for a moment: "I have a feeling that something big is going to happen soon. The ghosts and monsters in the surrounding area have suddenly become much more active, which is very abnormal."

“Simply defending will only intensify the fear. We need to go out and explore more areas.” Han Fei’s tone was nothing like that of a level 15 novice player: “I already know the approximate location where the song is hiding. He was severely injured by the death intent and shrine in the Dead Building. Now is the best time to make contact with him.”

After Han Fei finished speaking, no one else dared to speak, and they all stared at Han Fei.

Singing is an ineffable existence; even discussing it can be cursed. Yet Han Fei is openly discussing how to target someone here.

After comparing the map with that left by the previous building manager, Han Fei pointed in a certain direction outside the window: "The singing is coming from the outermost street of the dead building area. The previous building manager of Happiness Community called that street Citang Street."

He coughed lightly and said hesitantly, "You should think this through carefully before you act."

"One of the most important reasons I entered the Dead Building is to find the former building manager of our Happy Community. His shrine and fragments of memory have all been taken away by the song, so I have to find the song." Han Fei guessed that the song was one of Fu Sheng's three children, and that he should know some secrets about Fu Sheng.

"I understand the reasoning, but you must know that between resentment and the unspeakable lies hatred, and hatred, reborn in the black fire, is divided into three different levels: light red, red, and dark red. Even if the song is severely injured, it is not something our resentment can contend with. Even a butterfly, powerful as it is, only managed to force the song back by relying on the shrine within the building and the death intent accumulated over countless years." Although Haha's online name was "Hahahaha," which sounds rather comical, he was actually an extremely pessimistic "ghost."

“Once the song is restored, he will definitely come back to us. Do you want to solve the song once and for all, or do you want to live in the fear of the song forever?” Han Fei had little reverence for the unspeakable things of the deep world. Taking advantage of his ability to log off, he had already teased the song several times.

The butterfly has severely damaged the song, and given its unpredictable nature, it will surely retaliate. Now, the residents of the dead building have no chance of surviving the song's attacks.

"Okay, then tell us a time, and we'll go to Citang Street with you!" Haha, it took her a long time to make a decision.

"Let's set it for tomorrow night then. The later we delay, the better the singing will recover." Han Fei wanted to deal with the singing for another very important reason: the system had issued a manager mission. To officially become the manager of the Dead Building, he needed to retrieve the shrine and Fu Sheng's memory fragments.

Furthermore, after Han Fei first encountered Fu Sheng's memory fragments, Fu Sheng helped him open both sides of the black box. Han Fei wanted to continue opening the black box to see what was inside.

After finalizing all the details, Han Fei led the residents of Happiness Community and Feng Ziyu, who was still unconscious, out of the dead building. After all, this was not their home.

All the neighbors and friends walked together, and Han Fei and his group seemed to be traveling through the ghostly streets. Within the dead building area, basically no ghosts or monsters would come to bother them.

"It feels a bit like a simulation game." Han Fei looked at the streets shrouded in darkness, where ghostly figures occasionally flashed by in the buildings enveloped in eerie energy. "I will visit more and more places in the future, and I will bring hope to more native inhabitants."

Back at Yimin Private Academy, Han Fei told the teachers and students about Butterfly's death, greatly boosting his "reputation".

After obtaining the consent of the school's teachers and students, Han Fei decided to do the most important thing today.

He opened the door to a classroom and then used his administrator talent—Soul Summoning.

The blood-red gate to the underworld slowly opened, and Han Fei uttered Huang Ying's name.

At 2 AM tonight, the "Perfect Life" test service will be shut down. Han Fei needs to pull Huang Ying into the deep world before Huang Ying is unable to log in to the game.

Blood churned and yin energy overflowed. As the gates of hell slowly closed, a bewildered figure appeared in the corner of the classroom.

It's time to come, it's coming.

"Brother Huang, these two classrooms are also prepared for you, to store all the mission items and props." Han Fei helped Huang Ying up from the ground.

"This isn't my first time here, but I still feel very uncomfortable every time I come." Leaning against the desk and chair, Huang Ying cautiously looked around. In the midnight classroom, the desks and chairs were overturned, and a child's face might appear at any time through the window.

"Hurry up and take everything out of your backpack," Han Fei urged. "There are more important things to do later."

"By the way, what's your relationship with the school leaders? How come you can just borrow classrooms without anyone interfering?" The mission items Huang Ying brought last time had already filled an entire classroom.

"That's what connections are all about."

Han Fei and Huang Ying arranged and categorized the quest items together, paving the way for Huang Ying's first fifty levels.

In addition to the quest items, Huang Ying also collected all the rare items that the test players could get their hands on. For the test players, those items were completely useless, which allowed Huang Ying to reap a huge benefit.

Huang Ying didn't let go of extremely valuable antiques, a large number of weapons, legendary quality food and medicine, rare props and skills, or even land deeds and merchant contracts for certain buildings.

In a sense, Huang Ying is indeed a reliable adult.

After finishing his work, Huang Ying looked at the several classrooms that were packed with students and felt a sense of fulfillment.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gently hooked his arm around the shoulder of the person next to him, and said with a hint of pride, "You know what, I'm actually looking forward to the server opening now. The number one player in 'Perfect Life', that sounds pretty good."

After a long silence, Huang Ying subconsciously looked to the side and saw that his arm was draped over the shoulder of an old man wearing the security guard uniform of Yimin Private College. The old man was surrounded by a mountain of ghosts, and countless ghosts were staring intently at Huang Ying.

"Young man, you seem much more energetic these past few days."

As the security guard chased Huang Ying out of the classroom, Han Fei, hiding behind the door, stared at Huang Ying and used his E-level active attack ability—Spell—for the first time!

"You are very timid. The slightest noise will make you panic. You are afraid of the dark, afraid of enclosed spaces, and you tend to overthink and scare yourself. You are even afraid to go to the toilet alone..."

Every time Han Fei uttered a word, a black curse, like a death curse, would appear on Huang Ying's chest. The dense incantations intertwined in Huang Ying's heart, maximizing his sense of fear.

Hearing the screams echoing in his ears, Han Fei knew the curse had taken effect.

To prevent Huang Ying from getting hurt, he and his menacing neighbors from Xingfu Community followed closely behind Huang Ying, protecting him at all times.

Thank you to Lettuce who picked mushrooms as the leader!

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