My Healing Games

Chapter 427 The Second Choice (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
The moment the residents of Xingfu Community left the area of ​​the plastic surgery hospital, the building they had just stood in was enveloped in a layer of black curse. The dense, vicious curses, like moss, crawled all over the building, devouring all traces of them.

After the lingering malevolent energy of the vengeful ghost was dealt with, the eerie curse followed closely behind them, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Entering the unlit alley and navigating the intricate network of alleys, Han Fei would have had no idea that a hidden passage existed here if he hadn't seen the map from the previous building manager.

The residents of Xingfu Community and the dead building rushed to their destination, as they felt safer the closer they got to the dead building area.

As the group gradually relaxed, Mirror God frowned and kept urging everyone to speed up.

Just as they were about to enter the dead-end area, the Mirror God, trapped inside the mirror, suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

The fleeting shadows all stopped in the alley, and they looked ahead.

At the exit of the alley, there is an old man's head.

His gray hair clung to his face, and the old man's eyes were open, his gaze fixed on Han Fei in Xu Qin's arms.

When they saw the old man's head, the expressions of everyone in the Happiness Community turned strange. They were all too familiar with that face; they had lived in the same community as the owner of that face for almost ten years!

"Fu Sheng?" Xu Qin's blood-stained lips parted slightly as she murmured a name.

It is worth noting that she no longer addressed the other party as "building manager," because in the eyes of all the residents of Suoxing Community, Han Fei was now the only one qualified to be called "building manager."

His eyelids blinked with difficulty; the old man was incredibly weak, and his gaze was pitiful.

"You know him?" Haha broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the old man's head. He knew that in order to prevent the administrator of the Dead Building from being resurrected, Butterfly had torn the other party into countless pieces and suppressed them into different statues. The old man's head was formed by the aggregation of the consciousness in those statues.

"Don't be drawn to him! Watch your back!" After seeing the old man, Mirror God was like a completely different person, tense and sensitive. He seemed to know some of Fu Sheng's past experiences, so he had an innate fear of Fu Sheng.

Upon hearing the Mirror God's reminder, everyone realized that the alley behind them was completely covered by the curse, all light was swallowed up, and a bloody, mangled figure stood in the deep darkness.

He has no physical form, he is ethereal and intangible, as if he were just a soul song in the human world. As long as someone sings this song in the darkness, he will never disappear.

A faint singing voice rang in everyone's ears. The source of the singing voice was not behind them, but came from inside Han Fei's clothes.

Xu Qin lifted Han Fei's coat, and a worn-out music box fell to the ground. The words engraved on the box seemed to pierce everyone's eyes like the sharp tip of a knife.

"A music box from a black coffin? How did the building manager bring that out?"

"The music box hides the obsession of the song. The summoning song it plays contains an indescribable aura. Han Fei carries this thing with him to make his role more convincing." Mirror God stared at the head not far away. In an instant, he understood everything. It seemed that all of this was Fu Sheng's plan.

He left behind his dilapidated shrine and the music box that played his songs, and then left Citang Street to seek refuge.

As long as Han Fei is greedy and wants to occupy the shrine, or as long as he gets close to the shrine, everything that follows will be triggered.

To build a shrine, one must be remembered by more people. He knew that Han Fei would definitely leave the Dead Building area after building the shrine. Even if Han Fei was unwilling to leave, he would be forced to leave by something.

Since the map Han Fei possessed was left behind in the Happiness Community, it's highly likely that Han Fei will take this little-known "shortcut" from here.

Having just escaped the clutches of hatred, they encountered an indescribable song, leaving everyone uneasy, unsure of how much of the song's power it had regained.

"I am the manager of the Dead Building, and I am still the manager of the Happiness Community. All the shrines in that area were left by me. Although I am dead, my memories are still etched in your hearts." The old man's mouth opened slightly, and his voice was almost blown away by the night wind.

Once high and unspeakable, now only an old, wrinkled head remains.

"You once wanted to kill everyone." Mirror God looked at the head in the distance and said, word by word.

The old man's head did not refute. He weakly raised his eyes to look at Han Fei: "Give him to me. You can't save him. His soul is already festering and damaged. Even if it can be restored in the deep world, it will no longer be the original him."

"Using the abilities granted by the shrine consumes the soul and will of the living. You knew this from the beginning! You deliberately sent him to inherit that shrine!" The Mirror God looked at the old man through the mirror with only indifference. Fu Sheng had never trusted anyone. In a sense, he was a kind person, but the Mirror God disliked him.

“I didn’t force him to make any choices. He chose all the paths himself, including the very beginning…” The old man’s voice trailed off, “I know you want to protect him, but now only I can save him. Your only choice is to hand him over to me.”

The head had no intention of fighting the group; it had avoided that option from the very beginning of its plan.

No matter how the old man tried to persuade them, no one in the Happiness Community intended to hand over Han Fei. Seeing everyone so firmly protecting Han Fei, the old man's gaze became somewhat complicated.

“I’ve known some of you for almost ten years. Is it possible that ten years of living and working together is less valuable than these few months?”

The singing cut off the way back, the old man's head blocked the way forward, and the atmosphere in this unknown alley was heavy.

“Well, I think I know the answer now. Maybe I chose the wrong path from the beginning.” The old man forced a bitter smile. “You should have already realized that he is a living person. His skin has warmth, and his heart is beating strongly. He is different from you. No matter how deep the bond or affection, it cannot change this fact.”

The old man paused, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to continue: "He and I both came from the place where the sun rises. We were fortunate enough to have seen what hope looked like, which is why we cherish everything there even more. I made the decision to kill everyone for that last bit of hope. His soul is not yet complete, and perhaps he will make the same decision as me in the future."

"At least for now, he and you are not the same person," the Mirror God said coldly. "I don't know how many pieces your memories have shattered, but if you dare to destroy our last hope, we will destroy all of your memory fragments!"

"Did he also promise to help you find a substitute? Why did I promise you the same thing back then, but now you don't believe me and instead believe him?" The old man's head represents another fragment of Fu Sheng's memory, and his personality and temperament are not entirely the same as the previous fragments of memory.

“You must still remember Ying Yue, who lives on the eighth floor. You clearly have the ability to help her, but you refused on the grounds that you cannot use the summoning of spirits to harm the living.” The Mirror God saw Ying Yue beside him. The blind girl who had lost her sight was standing in front of Xu Qin, and the little girl was protecting Han Fei closely.

"What difference is there between a person who kills a living person by summoning spirits and whose hands are stained with blood, and the malicious ghosts in the Deep World?" The old man had his own principles. He tried his best to change the Deep World, but in the end he found that all he did was to prevent himself from being changed by the Deep World.

"Then you can continue being who you are!" The Mirror God slammed his hand on the mirror, and cracks appeared on the surface, revealing his anger. Yet, he was unable to leave the mirror.

The negotiations broke down, something the old man seemed to have anticipated. He looked at Han Fei, who was being protected by the homeowners, with a hint of worry and a deeply hidden envy in his eyes.

“I won’t lay a hand on you, and I can assure you I will never harm him.” The old man’s tone softened. “I was the one who brought him here; I gave him my shrine. He is my last hope. How could I possibly harm him?”

“His wounds to his soul and consciousness will only worsen. Have you noticed his body temperature is steadily dropping? If this drags on any longer, he will be left here forever, becoming a ghost just like you.” The old man’s cloudy eyes scanned everyone. “You don’t want your last hope to be destroyed, do you? You don’t want to see Han Fei fall into the same despair as you, do you?”

The living cannot withstand the power granted by the shrine. The residents of Happiness Community and the Dead Building do not know how to save Han Fei. Now, there is only one way for them: to believe in Fu Sheng's memory fragments.

This was all part of Fu Sheng's plan. Even a small fragment of his memory was enough to set up a perfect scheme, which shows just how terrifying the complete Fu Sheng was back then.

But even someone like that ultimately failed.

As Han Fei's body temperature continued to drop and his soul flower began to wither, everyone had no choice but to trust Fu Sheng.

"I won't do anything to him, I just want him to make a choice." The old man gestured for Xu Qin to carry Han Fei into an old house next door, and then he told everyone to leave the room.

The empty house contained only the old man's head and the unconscious Han Fei.

"There are many things I can't tell them. If there were other options, if there were other hopes, who would be willing to be a madman who destroys the world?"

The old man looked at the unconscious Han Fei and touched the back of Han Fei's head with his own.

When Fu Sheng's fragment of memory touched Han Fei, it began to gradually become illusory, as he used his consciousness to fill the gap in Han Fei's soul.

"Whatever your choice this time, I hope you succeed. I can still help you now, but when you get to a more distant place, you may have to face the real darkness."

As the old man's head began to dissipate, Han Fei, who had been unconscious, opened his eyes. However, he was still in a dazed state, just like when he first completed the manager's task. He was in a daze and could only make decisions based on instinct.

"Alright, you can begin your second selection now!"

A black box was hidden inside Han Fei's body. At this moment, the black box was exposed in the gap of consciousness. Fu Sheng summoned it and then looked at Han Fei expectantly.

The black box symbolizes both destruction and redemption. By continuously opening the box, you can see what is hidden inside!
The black box represents all the secrets and hides the whole truth. Fu Sheng never knew what was inside the box.

Completely unconscious, Han Fei raised his arm. He had experienced various life-and-death crises in the Deep World, and a long time had passed since he became the building manager. Now he was used to the Deep World and had a better understanding of it.

With his left hand on the edge of the black box, Han Fei's right hand grabbed the other side of the box. Just like before, he opened both redemption and destruction at the same time.

Inside the opened black box was another black box, unchanged, and Han Fei couldn't touch the core at all.

However, when the outer box was opened, a sense of death and a sense of life intertwined and surged into Han Fei's consciousness and soul. His injuries were healing rapidly, and his consciousness and soul had become much stronger than those of ordinary people.

"Having witnessed so many cruel and insane things, and personally experienced the abuse and torment that butterflies inflict on living people, why would you still make this choice?"

The old man's words carried a hint of disappointment. He sighed softly, but in the last moment before his head dissipated, he still offered his blessing to Han Fei: "The path you have chosen is incredibly arduous. I hope you can go further than I have."

Fu Sheng's second memory fragment completely dissipated, and he used all his power to repair Han Fei's consciousness.

When Han Fei regained his senses, the old man's head had also disappeared, and everything was just as it had been on the ninth floor of the Happiness Community.

Sitting up in bed, Han Fei could clearly feel that his consciousness had become stronger and his mind had become incredibly vast, directly covering the Crimson Orphanage.

"Attention Player No. 0000! The Unspeakable Song has reduced your hatred value by 5, now it is 95! When the hatred value is zero, you will have the opportunity to increase its friendliness."

"Attention, player number 0000! You have completely taken control of your shrine and can now consume health points to force the soul mist to appear within your soul, consuming one health point per second!"

"Attention player number 0000! Congratulations on receiving the Unspeakable Blessing for the first time! Your Brainpower is permanently increased by one! One negative status effect is randomly removed!"

The long-absent system notification sounded in his ears, and Han Fei snapped out of his daze: "Fu Sheng's memory fragments just appeared?"

He pushed open the door and went out; the singing had already stopped, and only the neighbors of Happiness Community remained outside.

Thank you, Mingyue, for being the leader!

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(End of this chapter)