My Healing Games

Chapter 476 The wicked will be punished by the wicked (4000 votes requested)
Han Fei had never shown such intense killing intent towards anyone before; his voice seemed to freeze the air in the ward.

The man standing beside the hospital bed shivered and looked at Han Fei with disbelief.

"You... what are you doing here?"

The gleaming blade touched the ground, and Han Fei rushed to the hospital bed at top speed. In the blink of an eye, he had pressed the cold blade against the other person's neck.

"let go."

If it weren't for the fear of breaking that fragile medical tube, the man's head might have already fallen to the ground.

“Your mother won’t live much longer. If she dies a few days earlier, we can get a large sum of money, enough for us to live a life of luxury.” The man slowly loosened the pipe. “Your mother probably wants you to live a happy life. If she knew her life could be exchanged for so much money, she would definitely agree…”

When the man released the medical tube, he felt a chill on his neck, as if the wind was seeping inside.

Fear prevented him from checking, and he tried to persuade Han Fei instead. But slowly he felt his throat fill with air and something seemed to be gushing out of his mouth.

He found himself unable to speak, and his eyes slowly looked down, only to see his severed neck and his headless body.

"Seventy percent of the regret in the heart of the shrine owner has been alleviated!"

A cold system notification sounded in his mind as Han Fei stared at the decapitated corpse on the ground.

"Not killing you was also one of his regrets."

Han Fei asked Wang Ping'an and the old man's family to find a doctor. He stayed by his mother's bedside and gently held the woman's thin hand.

The woman lying on the hospital bed felt the warmth of Han Fei's palm, and a tear suddenly rolled down her cheek. She weakly opened her eyes.

The woman wasn't asleep. Upon seeing Han Fei, her first words were: "You shouldn't have stopped him. I left you nothing, I've only been a burden. If my death could truly change your life..."

“With you here, I have a life, and I am my true self.” Han Fei is an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. A missing part of his memory seems to be slowly becoming complete.

The woman shook her head. She didn't want Han Fei to live a hard life, but she didn't have the ability to protect him: "You've already given up too much in your life for me. Am I the worst mother in the world?"

Han Fei lay beside the hospital bed. The city outside had been completely distorted, filled with monsters and madmen. All the buildings had changed shape, and everything was twisted by desire and hatred. Only this small hospital room remained the same as before: "I can give up anything as long as you live, because you are the only person in the world who loves me."

The woman on the hospital bed closed her eyes, clutching Han Fei's hand tightly until she had no strength left.

Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as the woman's hand slowly loosened its grip.

The medical equipment nearby beeped, and Han Fei immediately jumped up and rushed outside: "Ping An! Have we found a doctor?!"

"Brother! Brother! The doctors are fighting!" Before Wang Ping'an could finish speaking, a loud noise came from the third floor, the building shook, and the wall bricks looked like chunks of flesh were being pierced through.

In the stark white hospital corridor, a tall, thin man in a white coat is fighting with an elderly family. He seems out of place in this alienated world, with a man's head and a woman's head tattooed on his neck.

"Ten fingers?"

While the tall, thin doctor was holding back the elderly family, the door to a ward on the third floor was kicked open, and several doctors in blood-stained coats fell to the ground.

"We've got the last offering. Time to head to the department store. This time, we need to make our wish first; we absolutely can't afford to fail again." Three Fingers, dressed in black, carried Oriole out. Oriole's body had shrunk considerably, resembling a bird with its wings torn off.

The two jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared into the torrential rain.

Han Fei didn't chase after them. Instead, he rushed to the third floor and grabbed the doctor from the ground, shouting, "Is anyone else here? Wake up!"

Blood stained their hands; Three Fingers and Two Fingers, in their attempt to take the oriole away, had killed all the medical staff on duty.

"Let's look! There should still be doctors in the hospital!" Han Fei's voice changed. At this moment, he was not affected by the shrine's master; he truly wanted to save that mother.

The fighting caused the entire hospital to tilt, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

The situation was getting worse, and just when Han Fei was extremely anxious, he suddenly heard Wang Ping'an shouting.

He ran back to the ward and found Lin Lu standing next to the bed, trying to help the shrine owner's mother.

"How about it?"

"The situation is not very optimistic. The equipment was shut down for a period of time, and her organs are now beginning to fail."

"How long can it last at most?"

"Maybe until dawn."

Lin Lu's words made Han Fei grit his teeth. After thinking for a few seconds, he told Lin Lu to stay and take care of the shrine owner's mother, and then he turned and walked out of the ward.

"Where are you going?" Lin Lu didn't want to be separated from Han Fei. She had a premonition that after this separation, they might never see each other again.

"I'll do what I have to do." Han Fei looked out the window at the city that had descended into madness: "Fate gave me the worst script, but it doesn't matter, I was born to be the best actor."

Clutching the wishing jar, Han Fei walked out of the ward, letting his mood score drop.

"I will make up for this regret no matter what."

They called Wang Ping'an, and together they walked out of the People's Hospital, speeding through the infinitely bizarre city.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Department store, it all started there, and it should end there now."

Han Fei appeared incredibly small in the face of the entire city, like a lost firefly dancing in the night.

It may not have the ability to illuminate the night, but it has the courage not to blend into the darkness.

"I'm going to make a wish tonight; this might be my only chance."

The rain poured down, and the Shahe River overflowed its banks, threatening to submerge the entire city.

All the streetlights on both sides of the road went out. This rainstorm not only washed away the city's hypocritical facade, but also washed away the last vestiges of people's rationality.

Screams, cries, tearing sounds, and the sound of raindrops pounding down all blended together to form a hysterical song.

Everyone was singing, everyone was immersed in the song, no one could escape this memory of despair, and no one knew whether tomorrow or destruction would come first.

The clock in the department store rang, rainwater poured into the store, familiar streets were flooded, and the first floor of the store looked like a well.

Looking into the distance, Han Fei saw that the completely transformed shopping mall was no longer the same as before, resembling a huge black shrine.

"Brother, I...I'm a little scared."

"It's okay, just stay with me." Han Fei took out his phone to contact Snake Brother's men, but the phone was no longer working; the screen was filled with struggling faces.

"They should have arrived by now." Along the western street, Han Fei spotted a van stuck in the water.

The vehicle was turned off, and there was no one inside.

"They've already gone to the mall?"

The large clock overhead kept ringing. Just as Han Fei was about to enter the department store, a loud bang came from inside the store, like a thunderclap exploding underground.

Cracks spread rapidly, and the entire ground floor of the mall collapsed downwards!

One stone brick after another fell into the water, making a dull, thumping sound, like the frantic beat of drums.

The shrine and altar hidden underground were exposed. On the dark offering table were Huang Li, Snake Brother, Li Long, and Li Hu, as well as two other people that Han Fei had never seen before.

In front of the offering table, Pei Yang, dressed in black, held a sharp knife, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Go, or you'll die."

Behind Pei Yang stood a man dressed in a black robe, whose bare hands had no fingers.

Hearing the man's urging, Pei Yang seemed to recall something terrifying. He walked step by step toward the altar and, almost without hesitation, slashed Snake Brother's wrists and ankles.

Blood dripped from the altar, and the shrine in the center of the mall clearly changed; the tightly closed shrine door slowly opened a crack.

"Not enough! Far from enough! Kill them! Now!"

The man's voice became shrill, and Pei Yang's pupils were completely filled with fear. He swung his knife like a madman.

Blood covered the offering table, and the shrine door slowly opened.

As life faded, the eyes of the sacrifices became vacant, their souls and blood being absorbed by the shrine.

Strange, blood-red divine patterns appeared on the surface of the dark shrine. What was even more shocking was that thick blood vessels also emerged from the building inside the department store, just like the divine patterns on the shrine.

The underground shrine and the entire seven-story building are undergoing tremendous changes, attracting countless alienated souls.

"Don't stop! You have to kill them with your own hands!" The man in black robes pressed Pei Yang down onto the offering table, forcing him to kill in a fixed order.

After repeated torture, Pei Yang was on the verge of collapse, but was still forced to wield the knife.

The blood was absorbed, but the shrine gate was not fully opened; it seemed that the blood and souls of the people on the offering table were no longer sufficient to satisfy the shrine.

"I did as you said, can I leave now?" Pei Yang's hands were covered in blood, and his arms were trembling so badly that he could no longer hold the sharp knife firmly.

"Go?" The man removed his hat, revealing his face. He stared at Pei Yang like a venomous snake. "Over the years, I've seen you hundreds of times, and each time I've given you a different way to die. Now you know why I know your fears so well?"

The man grasped Pei Yang's hands, making him point the knife at his chest: "Now you can be free. This time you will not wake up from the pain again."

Pei Yang was powerless to resist. He watched helplessly as he gripped the knife with both hands and plunged it into his own chest.

Blood dripped onto the offering table, and the shrine's doors slowly opened outwards, revealing a smile on the face of the man in black robes.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, spending years searching through the vast sea of ​​people to find these few individuals. After numerous attempts, he finally figured out the order in which the offerings should be placed, and now the time for harvest had finally arrived.

"It cannot be spoken of; this is the secret that cannot be spoken of."

The contents of the shrine are about to be released, and hidden within that darkness lies an unspeakable hope.

The man in black robes couldn't help but take a step forward. He looked at the shrine with great anticipation, but the divine door only moved slightly to the sides and did not open fully.

"Failed again?"

A chilling aura instantly emanated from the man, and a black fire of hatred began to burn in his eyes: "I've killed everyone in this world! Why haven't I gathered all the sacrifices yet! What's missing? What exactly is lacking!"

As torrential rain lashed the mall, applause unexpectedly erupted from the shadows on the first floor amidst the furious roar of the rain.

"Thank you for helping me put the offerings on the altar." The mall owner, whose skin was almost entirely ulcerated, emerged from the shadows, coughing incessantly and emitting a foul odor.

Upon hearing the mall owner's voice, Shizhi's expression returned to normal, his sinister eyes fixed on the mall owner: "The memory world can only exist for a maximum of thirty days. The longer it lasts, the stronger you will become. I admit that I am no match for you, but... I often go to find you on the first day I enter the memory world and torture you to death. Even if everything is reset after you die, I still enjoy doing this."

When evil people meet evil people, even the air itself is distorted.

"I don't care where you come from. As long as you break the rules of Shahe, I have an obligation to drive you away." Boss Gu waved to the shadows, and a group of mad dogs with money chains around their necks emerged, followed by a group of mutated Shahe citizens.

"You always put on a sanctimonious act, even packaging yourself as a philanthropist. If I'm truly evil, then you're the real disguster." The black robe on Ten Fingers fell to the ground, revealing his body covered in tattoos of human heads.

He stretched out his hands with a grin, and all the tattoos on his ten fingers came to life. The seal was triggered, and ten fingers wrapped with hatred grew from his bare hands.

"Come on, my favorite thing is killing. Can you satisfy my desire?"

Shizhi looked at the wounds on the mall owner's body and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"What a madman." The mall owner coughed violently a few times, then raised his blood-stained arm and stretched out his fingers.

The citizens, who had lost their minds and become completely alienated, were deceived by him and did not believe what Ten Fingers said at all. They rushed towards Ten Fingers in a swarm.

“Compared to last time I came in, I have a lot more abilities at my disposal. It seems that the power of this shrine is gradually weakening.” Black flames of hatred began to burn on his skin, his ten fingers filled with madness: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t let me make a wish. One day, I will open the shrine with my own hands.”

The mutated monsters and mad dogs that get close to Ten Fingers will be devoured by the black fire of hatred, and will not be able to harm Ten Fingers at all.

The mall owner was aware of all this, but he didn't care about the lives of those mad dogs and monsters at all. He just shouted righteously, urging them to keep charging forward.

Offerings were placed on the altar, and drawn by the shrine and deceived by the mall owner, a steady stream of souls entered the department store.

"How can you, an outsider, stand against me, who owns the entire city?"

(End of this chapter)