My Healing Games

Chapter 413 The Complete Blood-Red Paper Doll

Red blood covered his eyes. Han Fei couldn't figure out whether the real world was painted red in that instant, or whether only the world in his eyes was frozen in blood.

As his consciousness plummeted, Han Fei could feel something approaching from behind, but he just couldn't turn around to see it.

Despite his best efforts, he could only vaguely see a bloody arm.

The song, still sung while holding the old man's head, was hidden in a building near the plastic surgery hospital. He stared intently at Han Fei's back.

Besides the singing, deep within the boundless city, another crimson entity roams, seemingly searching for the tiny insects that might destroy its shrine.

Opening his eyes, a faint musty smell wafted into his nostrils, and Han Fei found himself at Yimin Private Academy.

With no system notifications in his ears, Han Fei's anxiety gradually subsided.

He was terrified that the moment he opened his eyes, the Great Evil would cast a few more curses on him.

Upon opening the attribute panel, no negative curses were added, but the multiple mixed curses, "Blood Debt," had changed, with the curse description now including the phrase "a fight to the death."

It is clear that the great calamity had indeed enraged that unspeakable being.

"My reputation has risen to eighty-four. It seems that the Great Sin has destroyed another shrine. My Yin Virtue has become ninety-six, just four points away from one hundred."

Han Fei watched the numbers rise and slowly clenched his fists: "In two more days, I should be able to get out of this near-death state."

The system once said that the death rate for a level 15 player who builds a shrine for themselves is 100%, and it was definitely not just trying to scare Han Fei.

Without the full help of his neighbors, it would have been impossible for Han Fei to complete the shrine upgrade with only one drop of blood.

This is only the first step in establishing a shrine, a threshold. Only by crossing this threshold can one be considered to have gained initial recognition.

Han Fei opened the door, and Yinglong, Zhang Guanxing, and Yingyue, who was holding a fish tank, were guarding the door. They had been taking turns guarding it since Han Fei logged off.

"Manager, it's no longer safe around the school." Yinglong saw Han Fei come out and immediately went to greet him, his expression not very good.

"Did a ghost from the plastic surgery clinic get in?"

“We found a broken life rope near the school and also saw some strange things that came from other areas.” Yinglong recalled the scene he saw last night: “At first we thought they were just some wandering ghosts, but after getting closer, we found that they were completely different from normal ghosts. Their bodies, facial features, and even their souls and consciousness had been tampered with.”

"Has something been tampered with?"

"It feels like cutting into people's souls, carving living people into the shape of evil, and completely unleashing their despair and madness." Yinglong said with a gloomy face: "Those guys no longer bear any trace of humanity. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call them monsters."

While Yinglong was speaking, Yingyue, who was next to him, suddenly tugged at Han Fei's clothes and kept gesturing with her hands.

After looking at it for a while, Han Fei finally understood what Ying Yue meant: "Are you saying that the previous building manager also had similar abilities?"

Both involve carving souls and changing the shape of living people, but the previous building manager used this ability to seal away obsessions and pain.

He had used similar abilities on Meng Shi, Ying Yue, and others in Xingfu Community, forcibly stripping away the hatred, pain, and unbearable memories in their hearts.

Take Meng Shi, for example. The old lady lives in a false memory, still believing that she and her grandson are not dead.

Han Fei had once tried to tell the old woman that she was dead, which touched the old woman's inner pain, and a hideous monster appeared on the back of her head.

"The monsters you saw most likely came from the plastic surgery hospital area. Did the previous building manager have an ability similar to the hatred of the plastic surgery hospital?" Han Fei suddenly thought of something else. When he was searching for information related to plastic surgery hospitals in reality, he discovered something very strange: the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals often visited the plastic surgery hospital run by his family.

“Normal plastic surgery changes appearance, but the plastic surgery Fu Sheng and those monsters in the Deep World changes the soul.” Han Fei remembered a rumor online that Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals was a cutting-edge company in brain nerve and brain domain exploration research, and the plastic surgery hospital they ran even offered a service to change a person’s personality, giving an ordinary person strong psychological qualities and various personality traits that would help them succeed.

Of course, this is just a rumor. The hospital has now been shut down, and all the evidence has been destroyed.

"It seems that there is some kind of connection between Fu Sheng and the plastic surgery hospital, otherwise the singing would not have entered the plastic surgery hospital area and kept hinting at something to me."

Ying Yue didn't know much about the previous building manager, Fu Sheng, so Han Fei turned to look at the room where Jin Sheng was.

Fu Sheng was a teacher at Yimin Private Academy, and Jin Sheng was another of his test subjects. Unfortunately, Fu Sheng did not succeed in helping Jin Sheng recover. Instead, he trapped Jin Sheng in despair, making him sink deeper and deeper.

Han Fei tried calling out Jin Sheng's name, but there was no response.

The curse Jin Sheng left for Han Fei seems to have exhausted all his power, and he is now in a deep slumber.

“If Jin Sheng cannot wake up, then Yimin Private Academy is indeed not safe.”

After a moment's thought, Han Fei walked into a classroom in the teaching building. Before leaving Yimin Private Academy, he had one more thing to do.

"spiritualism!"

He called out Huang Ying's name to the torn Ghost Gate, and from the sea of ​​blood, a blood-red koi carp swam upstream and leaped out of the water.

The tables and chairs were knocked over, and a man dressed in an extremely rare stealth outfit quietly appeared.

Compared to the previous times, Huang Ying's demeanor has clearly changed, and he now gives off the feeling of being the number one person in the shallow world.

"Brother Huang, you seem to have gotten stronger." Han Fei gently patted Huang Ying's shoulder and glanced at Huang Ying's attributes.

Huang Ying has now reached level nineteen, and with his A-level talent Nightmare, he can learn brain-related skills very quickly. At this point, he has maxed out all of Blood Healer's abilities and has a certain level of combat power.

Even in the deeper worlds, he could escape from low-level regrets. However, if he encountered resentment, his chances of survival would be slim, since most resentment already possessed their own special abilities.

"Why do I still tremble involuntarily when I see you even though I've already reached level nineteen?" Huang Ying said helplessly. He felt that he was no different from when he was level one in front of Han Fei.

"You've already tried your best." After looking at Huang Ying's attribute panel, Han Fei comforted him with a few words.

Players in the shallow world simply cannot compare to Han Fei. He possesses two hidden classes, a plethora of titles, and passive abilities. Although Han Fei's level is lower than Huang Ying's, his attributes are far superior.

Another point is that the Deep World is like a purgatory, and those who can survive in this place have already been tempered to an extremely terrifying degree.

Not to mention humans, Huang Ying couldn't even beat Han Fei's pet, Da Nie.

"Let's move our things and get ready to go back. That security guard will probably be patrolling around here soon."

As soon as Han Fei uttered those words, Huang Ying immediately went all out, continuously putting items into his storage bag. He didn't dare to waste a second, and he seemed to be possessed, constantly muttering something to himself.

Seeing Huang Ying's nervous expression, Han Fei shook his head. Who would have thought that the number one person in the shallow world would be so afraid of a security guard from a private academy?

After expanding his storage bag, Huang Ying had enough items to last him for a while.

Using the Soul Return technique to send Huang Ying away, Han Fei locked the classroom door. Accompanied by Ying Yue and Ying Long, he completed another reserved G-level mission before heading to the Death Building.

As the black mist dissipated, Han Fei occasionally saw broken life ropes as he walked on the cursed ground.

The monsters that escaped from the plastic surgery hospital have been slowly approaching the Dead Building, but they are still unsure of Butterfly's condition, so they have not made any rash moves.

"The monsters in the deep world are impossible to eliminate. As long as the night hasn't ended, no place can be considered a safe zone."

Han Fei had finally managed to clean up the dead building area, but now new ghosts have already appeared, only a few days later.

"How did you come?"

A man's voice came from the corner of the hallway, and the businessman limped over. After learning about his mother's situation from Han Fei, his attitude towards Han Fei improved considerably.

"Are you helping the security guard with his shift?" Han Fei and the businessman had a relationship that started with a misunderstanding, or at least that's what he thought.

"No... I'm here to pick up money." After saying that, the merchant picked up the cursed paper money from the ground and stuffed it into the wooden box behind him as if it were a treasure.

On the night of the return of the spirits, the singing destroyed the other three buildings in the Dead Building community, and a lot of paper money was scattered among the dangerous buildings.

"Then you go ahead with your work, and be careful."

"Oh, right." The merchant stopped abruptly as he walked up to Han Fei. He rummaged through a wooden box and pulled out a cracked soul bell. "Most of the soul bells exploded after the butterfly died, but this one didn't completely break. You seem to have a particular fondness for collecting cursed objects. Consider this soul bell a thank you for saving my life."

Placing the Soul Bell in front of Han Fei, the merchant then pulled out a large pile of paper doll fragments from the wooden box: "I remember you seem to have a red paper doll, which is somewhat similar to the paper doll in the Dead Tower. I've collected a lot of paper doll fragments these days; they contain curses and other things, and should be useful to you."

As expected of a merchant, the gifts he gave were all to Han Fei's liking.

"Thank you." Han Fei felt he should focus on cultivating merchants, after all, how could a perfect game be without such a key role as a merchant?

"Of course, of course." Dragging his wooden crate, the merchant ran back into the damaged Building No. 1 to continue collecting his paper money.

Picking up the Soul Bell from the ground, Han Fei instantly received a system notification in his mind.

"Attention Player No. 0000! Your favorability with the owners of the Dead Building has exceeded 10, and you have received a daily random reward - Soul-Guiding Bell."

"Soul-summoning bell (incomplete F-grade cursed item): One of the items required for a soul-summoning ritual. It can also greatly increase the success rate of the soul-summoning when key information such as birth date and time and photos are missing."

"Attention player number 0000! You have received the merchant's reward - a large number of paper doll fragments."

"Large number of paper doll fragments (F-grade cursed material): Paper doll fragments soaked in death and curses can help you repair certain cursed items."

After reading the system notification, Han Fei paid even more attention to the merchant. Of all the owners in the building, only the merchant was perceptive enough to discover what Han Fei truly needed.

He appears to be very greedy, but in reality he is extremely shrewd.

"We almost missed out on another talented person. Maybe we can put him in charge of Yimin Convenience Stores in the future and open stores all over the Deep World."

Han Fei wasted no time. He found a safe room, released the blood-red paper figure, and then fed it piece by piece to the fragments of the paper figure inside the Dead Building.

After absorbing all the paper doll fragments, the blood-red paper doll's body slowly grew, just like the real Xu Qin.

"A life-size paper doll?"

Han Fei had only ever seen life-size body pillows before; this was the first time he had ever owned a life-size paper figure.

"Attention player number 0000! Your cursed item has been repaired!"

"The Cursed Paper Doll (Rank F): Its eyes are filled with the most vicious curses, its body is soaked with the coldest death intent. It should have been buried forever, but the person who loves you most has given it new life."

An F-level cursed object is completely different from a G-level one; just having it there is enough to deter people from approaching it.

"What does this system introduction mean? Does it mean that only the most beloved person can bring the paper doll to life?"

Han Fei was about to put the paper figure away when his hand touched it. The paper figure's eyes opened, and for a moment it seemed as if Xu Qin was staring at him.

"The paper figure has the same blood as Xu Qin, and it feels like Xu Qin can see me through the paper figure's eyes."

After putting away the paper figures, Han Fei prepared to do the last thing for the night.

He found Feng Ziyu, made some arrangements, and then took Yingyue to the top floor of the Dead Building.

Han Fei plans to summon the soul again tonight. Knowing that the soul-returning technique has already been used, the fact that he is summoning the soul again shows that he never intended to let the other party return.

"The more spiritually connected a player is in the shallow world, the easier it is for them to be summoned. But that's okay, if it doesn't work this time, there's always next time. They're watching me all the time in reality, so I'll watch them every night in the deep world."

After learning what Liu Guang and his group had done, Han Fei had already figured out how to deal with it.

Recalling all the information provided by Jin Jun, Han Fei first used his only active attack ability—a curse.

"You will be enveloped in yin energy tonight, and when you open your eyes you will see another world."

"You are fearful and cowardly, you are harassed by a hundred demons, and you will never be able to escape."

The soul bell in his hand began to shake. Han Fei stared at the blood-red attribute panel and softly uttered two words.

"spiritualism!"

The Gate of Hell was torn apart by the sea of ​​blood, and ghostly faces floated on the surface of the sea. Han Fei recalled the portrait in a photo provided by Jin Jun and read out a name in a cold voice.

The soul bell rang, and a floating corpse in the sea of ​​blood turned over, a tiny maggot pierced through by a thread of blood.

As the gates of hell closed, another person appeared in the toilet in front of Han Fei.

The man had just torn off his clothes, his face flushed, and he was calling out the name of the game guide NPC like a pig in heat.

"Did you make it?"

Han Fei put away the Soul Bell, covered Ying Yue's eyes, picked her up, and turned to leave.

Blood began to spread across the floor, and shadows began to creep into the room.

(End of this chapter)