My Healing Games

Chapter 479 The torch falls, but the flame still rises! (5000 votes requested)
In the end, in order to unleash all his power, Ten Fingers devoured his companions. After he was severely injured by the Rebirth Blade and left the world of memories, Han Fei was the only outsider left in the city.

With his mood score dropping to zero, everything in Han Fei's eyes had become distorted. All negative emotions were magnified many times over, and if he started to feel fear, he would be instantly crushed.

The department store resembled a seven-story shrine, and the entire city was transformed into a vast lake reflecting the night. Wild dogs and monsters with money collars bared their teeth and claws, while the resentful tree connected to the well stretched its branches and leaves, its arms climbing all over the building and taking root in the body of every monster.

"Are you scared?"

Looking at the mall, which resembled an apocalypse, Han Fei felt no fear. He didn't know when it started, but he had become accustomed to walking in nightmares.

He wouldn't back down even if he were alone, let alone with his companions standing behind him.

Han Fei wasn't the only one who wanted to kill Boss Gu; the vengeful spirits who had been pushed into the well by Boss Gu were almost unable to suppress their murderous intent.

Everything was going according to Han Fei's plan. First, he would wait for Boss Gu to drive away the ten fingers, then use his conscience to awaken the world and bring out the truth to tell the story of the past.

After stripping away the layers of glamour surrounding Boss Gu, the public, realizing they had been deceived, naturally stopped working for him.

Han Fei gradually isolated the business owner; a god whom no one believed in was not a god at all.

Having fought his way out of the most desperate situation, Han Fei is now qualified to look at his opponent as an equal.

The woman in the red dress, who could no longer bear the stimulation of hatred, was the first to make a move. Her nearly three-meter-tall body appeared "small" in front of the vengeful tree, but her destructive power should not be underestimated.

The woman slashed Gu's body, leaving numerous wounds. She easily broke off all the bloody hands that tried to grab her, determined not to let Gu take anything from her again.

"It's time for us to act too." The colorful family photo was torn to shreds in mid-air, and the old man and his family emerged from it, destroying the photograph that had been soaked in well water. If they didn't destroy the shrine tonight, their souls would be scattered to the winds.

One by one, the family members walked towards the giant tree. The old man looked at the still falling fragments of the group photo, turned to Han Fei and said, "We were all pushed into the well, and now we have a special connection with the shrine. We can't help you destroy the shrine, we can only help you hold off this madman outside."

"enough."

“Remember, never make a wish at the shrine, don’t be deceived by it. In this world, only you can grant your wishes.” The old man gave Han Fei one last look: “Don’t be afraid of the shrine. That well was just an ordinary well at first. It changed because too many memories and wishes fell into it.”

After giving Han Fei his instructions, the old man walked toward the giant tree of vengeful spirits. At this time, Boss Gu's body had almost covered half of the shopping mall.

The monster wearing the money collar kept merging into Boss Gu's body; he seemed to be invincible. The reason Boss Gu appeared this way in the memory world was probably related to the impression he left on the shrine's master.

After entering the world of memories, Han Fei experienced the past of the shrine's owner, and he was very clear about that kind of despair.

Compared to Boss Gu, who possesses vast wealth, connections, and power, the owner of the shrine is like a puppet that can only be manipulated, a fact that can also be seen from the toys that the children love to play with.

Whether it was a boy who drowned or a child with six fingers, they all liked to play with a puppet that resembled a real person.

People are playing with the puppet, posing it in all sorts of ways, but in reality, most people in this city are just like that puppet.

So-called fate is just a series of inescapable threads, one end connected to the desires in people's hearts, and the other end connected to the shrine filled with wishes.

Anyone who has even the slightest connection with the shrine will be forced by it to seek out a preordained future.

"The tragedy is all about this shrine, and destroying it is indeed the only way."

It's difficult for anyone associated with the shrine to harm it; in the department store, only Han Fei possesses the ability to destroy the shrine.

"From the moment I entered the world of memories, this shrine has been tempting me, stirring up memories in my heart, and giving me blow after blow. Fortunately, I have long been used to facing despair."

The shrine, which had been attacked with all its might by the ten fingers, had changed. The top of the shrine had been completely lifted off, and the inner walls had shattered in all directions, revealing the well formed by countless human hands.

Han Fei had seen the interior of the shrine in his hallucinations, but he was still deeply shocked when he got close to it again.

The countless arms reaching out to Han Fei seemed to represent desire and greed; it was those arms that kept demanding that formed this bottomless wishing well.

With the outer wall of the shrine no longer blocking its way, the well formed by arms continued to expand. The divine runes and offerings in the underground storeroom were all torn to shreds by the arms, and the numerous photographs that Boss Gu had dumped in the darkroom also began to be swallowed by the well.

"The number of arms that make up this well seems to be much less than before. Could it be because many of the mutated monsters no longer trust Boss Gu and have abandoned this so-called deity?"

A thin rope hung beside the dark well opening, from which one could faintly hear Pei Yang's cries, Huang Li's explanation of the prices of goods, and Li Long and Li Hu arguing.

All of Han Fei's experiences were woven into a rope, and following this rope of memory, it seemed one could reach the bottom of the well.

No one knows what lies beneath the well water; they have searched for ten years without success.

The ghostly markings on his body slowly lit up, and the ferocious nine-lives cat opened its eyes. Han Fei gripped the Rebirth Blade and severed those pale human hands, then stepped onto the side of the well.

Grasping the rope of memory, Han Fei jumped into the well without hesitation.

Countless arms tried to tear him apart, to stop him from going any further.

Even with their ten fingers falling into the well, they would climb out no matter what, even if it meant cutting off their own flesh.

Han Fei knew that this jump was almost certainly fatal, but he still used all his strength to jump down. He wanted to destroy the shrine and end this tragedy before the mother passed away.

The rope of memory still couldn't touch the water's surface. Han Fei looked at the well filled with countless wishes, and his soul resonated with it. Suddenly, his left eye discovered something!

The water's surface was like a hazy mirror, reflecting his own image. He had seen that image many times in his memory, but each time he could not see the other person's face clearly (see 447, etc.). Whether in front of the mirror in the basement of the West District or next to the fitting room mirror in the women's clothing section on the third floor of the mall, Han Fei's face in all the mirrors was somewhat blurry.

It looks like him, but it also doesn't seem like him.

He couldn't see his own face clearly until this moment when he looked at the well filled with wishes.

His figure was reflected in the water, and his blurry face gradually became clear.

That person wasn't him, but he felt an uncanny familiarity with them, as if they had always been watching him and were one of the most important people to him.

"who are you?"

The well water, like a mirror, separated reality from memory. Han Fei, on the surface of the water, was being torn apart by countless arms as he desperately reached his hands towards the surface.

The figure beneath the water's surface looked at Han Fei with satisfaction. Countless malicious desires gathered around him, and countless arms dragged him from behind, seemingly trying to pull him to the deepest part of the well.

"Give me your hand!"

Han Fei reached out his hand toward the water, and the person immersed in the well water also reached out his hand toward him, but when Han Fei's hand touched the water, he didn't touch anything.

How can we possibly hold onto each other when things are like a mirage or the moon's reflection in water?

Just as Han Fei was about to try again, the well was struck, and arms fell into it.

Han Fei looked up and saw a woman in a red dress, nearly three meters tall, entangled in the branches of a withered tree and slammed hard near the shrine.

The closer the monster that Boss Gu transformed into got to the shrine, the stronger it became. But the opposite was true for the others; they were affected by the shrine and could even be suppressed by it.

A shrill laugh echoed on the first floor of the mall. Boss Gu seemed to have the victory in his grasp. While dealing with the crowd's attacks, he kept a close eye on Han Fei.

"I've waited so long, do you really think you have even the slightest chance of beating me?"

The wounds on Boss Gu's body kept reopening, and more and more arms stretched out in all directions like tree branches, as if trying to open up the entire mall.

With a loud bang, the north wall of the mall collapsed completely, and the roof of the People's Hospital could be vaguely seen in that direction.

"You can never win as long as there are people you care about in your heart."

A pack of rabid dogs wearing money collars rushed towards the hospital. The mall owner knew what Han Fei cared about most, and he roared recklessly, "Longevity! This time, my wish is for longevity!"

"Make a wish?"

Han Fei gazed at the countless wishes sunk to the bottom of the well; they were nothing but illusory bubbles.

“If I also believe in the existence of wishes, then I have truly lost.” Han Fei recalled the old man’s warning: “He said that this well was originally just an ordinary well, but too many wishes and memories fell into it, which is why it has become what it is now.”

Han Fei gripped the rope tightly in his hand: "This rope, which is entirely woven from memories, cannot touch the water yet because there are not enough offerings."

Looking down at the figure being torn to shreds beneath the water, Han Fei knew what to do. He slashed his wrist, letting his blood fall onto the rope of memory.

“I have taken over the soul of the shrine’s owner. I am now one of the sacrifices, and the most important one at that.”

When Han Fei was doing the wishing well quest before, he jumped into the well, so he knew what that feeling was like.

My body slid down helplessly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was all in vain. At that moment, my only thought was—if only there were a rope to pull me out of this cold and hopeless well water.

Blood slid down the well rope of memory, slowly being absorbed by it. The rope, which was originally quite a distance from the water's surface, is now getting closer and closer to the water.

Han Fei's body became weak, and he could no longer hold onto the well rope, which was still a little short of the water's surface.

"Lin Lu isn't here..." Han Fei now understood the significance of the third wish mission. The mission required him to kill Lin Lu at the right time and place, to personally kill his own illusions about the good things in life. These were all things that the shrine's master had experienced.

"Every task has a very clear purpose, which is a hint given by memory."

The deer in the forest is a beautiful fantasy of the shrine's owner, a fragment of the shrine's owner's imagination, and also the last offering.

"Besides his mother, the shrine owner's biggest regret must have been that he killed the last remaining beauty in his life with his own hands."

Having broken free from the shackles of fate, Lin Lu and the shrine owner's mother are both still alive, which should be considered the best ending for the shrine owner.

Looking at the point where the water surface meets the well wall, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Blade and swung it at that spot!

The souls resonated once more, and behind the well wall cleaved by the blade, a pair of malevolent eyes stared at Han Fei: "As my evil soul, how can you be so cowardly?"

Tearing through the well walls, the evil spirit broke free from countless arms and grabbed the rope of memory.

He laughed wildly, looking into Han Fei's eyes: "I understand your thoughts perfectly well, go ahead and do it."

"Although I am grateful to you, you must remember clearly that you are my evil spirit."

"Isn't the standard for judging evil evil?" The evil soul's eyes were filled with a chilling evil aura. He casually slashed his own neck and bit down hard on the rope with his mouth stained with soul blood.

At the same time, Han Fei also reached his hand into the water.

The rope of memories descended once more, and when it touched the well surface, all the arms went mad, countless beautiful wishes shattered, and turned into the most vicious curse!
"I hope the most beautiful girl in the class gets into an accident and is disfigured."

"I want her to love only me. If she dares to leave, she will suffer a terrible fate."

"Money, give me enough money, and I can give you anything."

"Are things that are more important more likely to come true? What can family members give in exchange?"

The bubble of wish burst, releasing a black, foul-smelling curse. The well water began to turn murky, and the reflections of people on its surface became blurred.

"Grab this rope! I'll lead you out of here!"

The figure beneath the water's surface grasped the rope of memory; the ethereal form seemed to slowly take on a physical form after touching the memory.

As the ropes of memory are pulled outward, the illusory image reflected in the well water seems to be pulled out of the mirror!
First the pale fingers, then the arm, and then that unfamiliar face.

The man's body was covered with shattered wishes. When those wishes broke, all the beautiful blessings turned into the most vicious curses, clinging tightly to the man and refusing to let him go.

Why am I so miserable, while you are able to have happiness?

"You're the one who told me I could make a wish here, you can't leave!"

"I haven't gotten what I want yet, how could I let you go!"

Countless voices echoed in the deep well, and countless arms gripped Han Fei and the man tightly.

From the initial simple and beautiful wishes, a series of deformed monsters have sprung up, and their numbers are far too many.

"I'll stop them, you keep going up!"

The evil spirit released its grip and lunged at the arm in the deep well. It tore at the monsters, driving away the darkness with the deepest malice and hysterical madness.

Clutching at the rope of memory, Han Fei struggled upwards, but his arms had lost all strength.

The Wishing Well had accumulated too much resentment and hatred over the years, and its frantically demanding arms seemed intent on tearing Han Fei to shreds.

He gradually lost his strength, but just then, a hand tried its best to push away the curse blocking his way.

A thin, frail child emerged from the Rebirth Blade and struggled to clear a path for Han Fei.

"Wang Sheng?"

As the child appeared, hands supported Han Fei's body, and figures joined Han Fei in grasping the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade.

He was never alone; the Blade of Rebirth contained the most beautiful and precious aspects of humanity from the deeper world.

If the souls corrupted by desire in the deep well are believers in the shrine, then all the humanity within the Rebirth Blade is a companion who will never betray Han Fei.

The light and shadow that lifted Han Fei were constantly torn apart by the hands of desire, but no matter how many people fell, there were always hands that wanted to pull Han Fei out of the darkness.

They climbed upwards, enduring the most vicious curses, their bodies torn and deformed, but not one of them stopped.

How could someone with light in their heart willingly sink into darkness?

The ghosts who believe in the wishing well and the souls who believe in Han Fei are locked in a struggle, as if two gods are fighting.

When the last companion was knocked off by the arm, Han Fei finally led the man to the well.

But when he tried to push the man out of the well, he discovered that all the evil curses on the man's body had gathered in his chest, forming a well pattern above his heart.

Even if he escapes the wishing well from his memory, as long as there are still people who believe in its existence, and as long as people continue to throw "curses" and "wishes" into it, the man will never be able to escape it.

"The wishing well has accumulated countless resentments that need to be borne by someone. The owner of the shrine was chosen by the shrine to bear these resentments. No wonder he became the unspeakable one."

The well on the man's chest had already taken shape, and no matter how Han Fei pushed it upwards, the well opening was only one meter away from him.

If the well in a man's heart isn't broken, he probably won't be able to leave.

Han Fei's strength was completely exhausted, and his companions in the Rebirth Blade had been swallowed up by those greedy arms.

At this moment, Han Fei made a decision, which would be the last choice he made in this world of memories.

“I’ve never thought I was anything special, nor have I ever thought I could bring any hope. All I’ve ever wanted to do is live well and, within my capabilities, take you to see the world after the dawn.”

Gripping the Rebirth Blade tightly, Han Fei's brilliant humanity shone on the blade. Then, he plunged his only reliance into the well in the man's chest!
The blade was like a pure white flame, unlike the black flame of hatred; it was a flame that had never appeared in the deep world.

It is not dazzling, nor does it contain much power, but it can travel very far in the dark.

The well formed from countless curses twisted under the blade, and as the patterns on the well crumbled, the man's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Han Fei was exhausted and fell to the ground, but his eyes were fixed on the bright flame burning in the man's chest.

The torch fell, but the flames still rose upwards!

(End of this chapter)