My Healing Games

Chapter 447 The World Begins to Mutate
What is the most painful thing you have ever experienced?
Everyone's answer to this question may be different. For the shrine owner, it is an unsolvable problem, because whenever he thinks he is experiencing the most painful thing, something even more painful will happen in the next second.

"What are you standing there for! Hurry up!" The shrine owner's father spoke faster and faster, he was very anxious, and kept waving at Han Fei: "Didn't you want your mother's life-saving money back? Let's go get it together!"

The middle-aged man began to panic, his expression revealing unease, as if he was worried that Han Fei would see through him.

"Come here quickly! Follow me!" With a stern tone, still carrying a commanding air, the middle-aged man walked towards the underpass. He moved slowly, and after taking a few steps, he secretly looked back.

When he saw that Han Fei was still standing in the same place, the anger and unease in his eyes intensified.

"Come on! What are you waiting for!"

The shrine owner's father roared, "That weakling only dares to yell in front of his family."

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei lifted his leg, took a step forward, and stared into the middle-aged man's eyes: "What exactly did they promise you? That you would exchange your own child's life for theirs?"

"Them?" The middle-aged man's eyes began to dart around. "You seem different from before? Are you possessed? I don't understand what you're talking about."

“If you had shown even the slightest sign of remorse, I would have found all sorts of reasons to convince myself to suppress my anger and let you go, but you didn’t.”

Seeing that Han Fei refused to move forward, the middle-aged man became increasingly impatient: "Just come over here! Stop talking nonsense!"

As they strode forward, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed Han Fei's arm, trying to drag him down into the underground.

The man was much weaker than one might imagine. The reason the shrine master felt he was powerless to resist was simply because he was the shrine master's father.

Han Fei grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and pulled his repulsive face close to his: "I didn't hurt you in the slightest in the teahouse, but you still want me dead. Well, don't blame me for that."

"You, you unfilial son..."

With a swift motion, Han Fei slapped the man across the face. He no longer suppressed the anger in his mind; he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Han Fei struck the man hard in the abdomen and threw him into a corner. At this moment, strange noises came from all around the building, and Wang Quan's thugs began to gather there.

"That old bastard is really in cahoots with Wang Quan and his gang! He even cheated his own son! Is he even human?" Li Long and Li Hu saw the thugs wielding steel pipes and blunt weapons tightly protecting Han Fei's back. Although they were somewhat prepared, they still felt extremely disgusted when they actually saw this scene.

More and more of Wang Quan's thugs gathered, but Han Fei's attention remained focused on the underground passage.

"Watch out, don't move!" Han Fei's pupils slowly contracted. He saw a shadow appear in the dark underground passage, followed by the sound of an iron door being pulled open.

Two figures, one tall and one short, emerged, carrying steel pipes and chains, with human head tattoos on their necks.

Behind them followed a doctor, who was wearing sterile gloves, carrying a medical kit, and dressed in surgical scrubs, seemingly ready to perform surgery on a patient at any moment.

"Why would a surgeon be in a basement? Did the former owner of the shrine really sign that body relinquishment agreement?"

Han Fei, Li Long, and Li Hu stepped back, but the two men who came out of the underground passage became interested in Han Fei.

"When I first met this kid, I thought he looked completely unfamiliar. Now that I see his identity, it's clear he's no ordinary person. He must represent some kind of special memory." Seven Fingers gripped the steel pipe, staring at Han Fei with excitement.

“I’ve screened almost everyone in this world, but I’ve never seen him before. If it’s not a change in memory, then something from outside has gotten into the shrine.” Eight Fingers was short and had wrinkled skin, looking like a water ghost. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever the reason, we have to catch him.”

As the eight fingers dragged the chain on the ground forward, the thugs around the small building also moved forward at the same time.

Just as Han Fei's escape route was about to be blocked, a flurry of footsteps suddenly echoed from the alleyway in the distance.

Snake Brother arrived. They were all dressed in black, and many of them were merchants from the West District and workers who worked here.

Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers are arrogant, cruel, and insane. They take pleasure in torturing living people. The residents of the West District have long disliked them, but because no one has taken the lead, they have dared not speak out.

Han Fei's appearance merely gave them a reason, a reason to convince themselves to rebel.

"There are quite a lot of people, but it's no use no matter how many of you come." Snake Brother's group had a large number of people of varying ages, and they had a clear advantage in numbers, but Eight Fingers was not worried at all.

He smiled as he looked at Snake Brother's brothers and some nearby merchants who were preparing to resist: "This is not the first time I have entered his memories, nor is this the first time I have dealt with you, but why do you never learn your lesson?"

The pale finger stretched forward, and the short man pointed at Snake Brother, who was standing at the front: "The last time I killed you was thirty days ago. Your daughter cried so loudly. I especially liked the sound of her crying, so it took me a whole night to kill you. Are you curious about what happened to your daughter? I put her in a box and turned her into a music box."

Snake's face instantly darkened. Few people knew that he had a daughter; it was his biggest secret.

“And you two brothers? I pulled out your tattoos and stuck them on the wall.”

"And you, let me think what your name is? Never mind, I can't remember. I only remember how you died and the color of the patches on your heart."

Eight Fingers' gaze swept over everyone present, most of whom seemed to have been killed by him: "Don't hate me. Blame it on living in the West District. In this entire world, only this place has been abandoned by the shrine's master. Here, we can vent all our resentment without restraint, and it won't affect his memory at all, because in his heart, you all deserve to die."

"Don't listen to this madman's nonsense! Cripple them!" shouted a male waiter in the teahouse. The crowd surged forward, and a melee broke out in the narrow white building.

After hearing what Eight Fingers said, Han Fei finally understood why Snake Brother called them madmen.

This wasn't the first time the ten fingers had entered the shrine master's memory world. Each time they failed and exited, the shrine master's memories seemed to return to normal. These ten hysterical lunatics had killed countless people in the shrine master's memory world.

"Resistance is useless. You can't kill me completely. You're just dust on the surface of this world. I can wipe you off with a flick of my wrist!" Eight Fingers shouted arrogantly, attracting the attention of the teahouse staff.

Those employees were ostensibly waiters at the teahouse, but in reality, they were Snake Brother's confidants. They had been harboring a lot of anger for a long time after hearing that Snake Brother had been humiliated.

At this moment, the group exchanged glances and took advantage of the chaos to approach. When they were more than two meters away from Bazhi, they all attacked at the same time, abandoning their immediate target and ganging up on Bazhi.

A solid wooden stick came flying at him, but Eight Fingers easily dodged it. In his moment of carelessness, the male waiter seized the opportunity and smashed the stick down on Eight Fingers' head.

Blood flowed out, and Eight Fingers' skull was broken, but strangely, he did not fall down. Instead, because of his injury, his movements became faster and more frantic!

This guy seems to be inhuman; no matter how badly he's injured, it doesn't affect him at all.

The waiter was filled with surprise. By the time he came to his senses, the chain had already pierced his abdomen.

Looking at the splattered blood, he couldn't believe that the iron chain could so easily pierce through a person's flesh.

The distorted, morbid face almost touched his nose, and the eight fingers laughed as they pulled out the chain: "Just a shell disguised with memories. You don't think you can hurt my soul like this, do you?"

Ignoring the blows from the wooden stick, Eight Fingers threw the waiter into the basement and then prepared to find his next target.

"You can savor your despair later."

Clutching the blood-stained chain, Bazhi began searching for Han Fei in the crowd. He enjoyed killing strangers; these new faces excited him even more.

"Got you."

Han Fei remained standing at the entrance of the White Building, protecting Li Long and Li Hu, whose arms had been broken.

There were too many people around, and he was exhausted from dealing with them. He suffered many injuries, and the wound on his leg began to bleed.

Eight fingers crept closer, completely disregarding his injuries; the pain would only excite him more.

The closer you get, the more bloodshot his eyes become, like a shark that has smelled blood.

“It’s not a rotten memory; I feel like I can smell the soul in him.”

His eight fingers suddenly accelerated, and the chain in his hand appeared silently beside Han Fei. But just as he was about to strike, Han Fei, who was originally very tired, turned around with a faint smile on his face.

"Did he know I was coming?" Eight Fingers hesitated briefly, his bloodshot eyes scanning Han Fei's hand, only to find that Han Fei had merely pulled a knife hilt from his pocket.

"The hilt?"

His heart, which had been clenched suddenly, relaxed instantly. He wasn't afraid of a knife, so how could he be afraid of a knife handle?

His grin twisted even more. Eight Fingers wasn't going to kill Han Fei right away. He wanted to torment this interesting prey for a while longer. Anyway, he always had to stay for thirty days each time he came in.

As Bazhi tightened his grip on the chain and strangled Han Fei's neck, Han Fei also plunged the bladeless knife into Bazhi's heart.

The sunlight today is a bit dazzling, seemingly brighter than usual.

No one noticed anything unusual. Even Bazhi himself only felt a chill in his chest, followed by a burning fire that began to burn inside his chest!
He felt his memories ignite in an instant, as if the fire on his body had spread to his soul.

Han Fei and Bazhi fell together, their necks bound by chains, but Bazhi could never stand up again. All his sins were shattered by that one strike, and his soul was entirely composed of sin.

"how come……"

The fighting continued in the distance. The tall Seven Fingers seemed to sense something. He snapped out of his frenzy and immediately saw Han Fei lying on the ground, along with the chain on Han Fei's shoulder.

He swung the steel pipe indiscriminately, smashing anyone who stood in his way aside.

Forcibly clearing a path, Seven Fingers finally reached Han Fei. He grabbed the chain on Han Fei's shoulder, but only after his fingers grasped the chain did he realize something was wrong.

This chain is not an eight-fingered chain; it is covered in animal hair and reeks of death and curse.

When he realized the problem, the chains seemed to come alive and coiled around him like snakes.

As he waved to break free, Qizhi suddenly felt a chill in his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in many years.

"not good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the face tattoo on the back of Qizhi's neck suddenly began to melt away!
The deep black resentment burned his skin, ruptured his blood vessels, and burrowed toward Seven Fingers' heart, but he was still a step too late.

Before the black resentment in the face tattoo seeped into his heart, the sunlight had already pierced his chest.

The tall, muscular body rapidly melted away in the sunlight. The left arm, its seven fingers already imbued with resentment, fiercely clawed towards the direction from which the blade had pierced. Even if it couldn't kill the opponent, it wanted to leave a mark before its body collapsed.

The hand, stained with resentment that did not belong to this world, clenched tightly, its seven fingers crushing the plaster cast on Li Long's arm, leaving a black handprint that could never be washed away.

As Li Long cried out in alarm, Han Fei, who was gripping his shoulder, quietly sheathed the hilt of the butcher's knife.

"I was fast enough, but I didn't expect him to still be able to resist? It turns out that the head tattoo wasn't just decoration, but also concealed part of their power." Han Fei had anticipated that the other party would resist, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.

The mark left on Li Long might be useful in distracting Ten Fingers. But if Han Fei himself gets targeted by Ten Fingers, making it impossible to make amends for the shrine's master's regret, then everyone might have to perish together.

Wang Quan's side was already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and after Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers disappeared, they were simply unable to resist.

"Those two lunatics ran away! They're scared!"

Someone in the crowd started shouting loudly, trying to demoralize the group. Wang Quan's thugs began to scatter and flee, their initial momentum completely gone.

After they were completely driven away, Snake and the other brothers walked up to Han Fei. The old fox didn't ask anything about Seven Fingers or Eight Fingers, but just kept asking about Han Fei's injuries. Then, in front of everyone, he announced that Han Fei and Li Long's debts were wiped clean.

To make it more convincing, he even got hold of the IOU for 1,500 yuan and burned it with a lighter.

After gaining Snake Brother's friendship and being exempted from all usurious loans, Han Fei received a system notification in his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed the Shrine Random Quest - Trapped Beast!"

"Those who are locked in cages lose all their humanity and ultimately become clay sculptures in a shrine."

"The shrine owner's regret has been 30% alleviated! Gained a large amount of experience! Gained a blind red left eye, a pierced and broken right ear, a broken left hand with five fingers, and lifeless internal organs."

"Please enter the unlit basement to trigger the quest reward!"

Han Fei noticed that this mission directly made up for 10% of the shrine owner's regret.

What exactly happened to him in that basement?

After completing the mission, Han Fei, Li Long, and Li Hu entered the underground together. They walked along the steps for a long time until they finally arrived at a place where the sunlight could not reach.

Pulling open the iron gate in front of me, I saw a doctor in surgical scrubs crouching in the darkness, trembling with fear.

"Please let me go! I don't know anything! I have nothing to do with them!" The man knelt on the ground: "I was forced, they made me do it."

The basement of the White Building has been modified and is now quite large.

Han Fei took out his phone to provide light. In the basement, there were blood-stained straw mats and chains, and a chair in the center of the room.

The moment he saw these things, that part of Han Fei's memory began to burn. All sorts of heart-wrenching pain tugged at Han Fei's nerves. Screams and wails kept ringing in his ears. That memory that did not belong to Han Fei was torn into several pieces, which poured into Han Fei's left eye, right ear, five fingers and internal organs respectively.

When Han Fei came to his senses again, he found himself sitting on a wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

At this moment, his right eye could see everything normally, but the world in his left eye was shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist. In this blood mist, some people still looked normal, while others had begun to show strange changes, but they themselves had not yet noticed.

"I'm in the room behind the cabinet..." He faintly heard a voice in his right ear. Han Fei got up and pushed open the only cabinet in the basement. He saw that there was a hidden door behind the cabinet.

(End of this chapter)