My Healing Games

Chapter 698 Orphans with Biological Parents
"Are you ready?" The old lady gripped the doorknob, her face trembling slightly. "Whatever you see later, I hope you can stay calm, and especially remember, don't show any fear towards him."

The old security door was slowly opened. The room was dark, with no lights on. It didn't look like an apartment where living people lived; it looked more like a cave where monsters lurked.

"Don't step on anything on the ground. Those talismans were obtained with great difficulty." The old lady lowered her head. Ever since entering the house, she had deliberately avoided looking around, as if she was afraid of making eye contact with something.

“If they were useful, you wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.” Han Fei quietly gripped the hilt of the Rebirth Blade. Cold sweat beaded on his palms. The atmosphere in the room was extremely eerie.

"Don't talk nonsense. Even the spirits of the underworld can hear you. You don't have to believe it, but don't be disrespectful." The old lady hurriedly waved her hand at Han Fei, her expression stern.

She carefully made her way through the living room, parted the paper ropes made of talismans, and glanced at the bedroom at the far end of the room.

The door, covered with yellow paper talismans, was tightly closed. In front of the door were five bowls, each containing a human limb and head sculpted from dough.

Seeing that all five bowls were filled, the old woman began to slowly back away.

"What's wrong?" Han Fei asked, puzzled.

"He hasn't eaten enough yet, we can't disturb him," the old lady muttered nervously.

"Do you usually feed him this? How can he maintain a balanced diet without vegetables and meat?" Han Fei felt that the old lady was possessed. Even if the child was really possessed by a ghost, he still needed to have a normal diet.

"The noodles contained incense ash, stove ash, and a miraculous medicine given by the immortal."

"Good heavens, so your grandson is still alive, which can indeed be said to be due to the protection of the ghost on him." Han Fei shook his head. Having regained some of his memories, he knew one thing very well: in most cases, only ghosts can deal with ghosts. Other things that can fight ghosts are more or less related to ghosts. Therefore, he did not believe what those so-called immortals said at all.

He really wanted the old lady to call the fortune teller over directly, so everyone could have a real fight and let the facts speak for themselves.

“The ‘person’ in the bowl is the thing that’s being fed to him. Only when that thing is full and asleep can my grandson return to normal for a short time.”

The old lady wouldn't let Han Fei go over, but he grabbed Han Fei's arm and walked with him to the sofa: "Wait a while, that thing used to take a nap at noon."

"Grandma, how did you determine that your grandson has something else on him? Have you seen it?"

"If he wasn't possessed by an evil spirit, how could a child do those things?" The old woman's words piqued Han Fei's curiosity.

What has he done?

“I’ve forgotten exactly when it started, but I know that the child tried to kill everyone in this room more than once, including me and his parents.” As soon as the old woman spoke, all the talismans in the room seemed to be blown by the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they might fall off at any moment: “While I was fast asleep at night, I could feel something was wrong in front of my face. When I opened my eyes, I found the child squatting by the bed, his face close to mine, looking into my eyes.”

"When you ask him what he's doing, he doesn't say anything, he just keeps grinning like an idiot."

"That child loves to laugh, but it wouldn't be right to call him a fool who only knows how to laugh. When he was very young, he could recognize many insects and animals. He could even use the plastic knife and fork that came with a cake to completely separate an insect."

"These things were all normal, but gradually his behavior became more and more... frightening."

The old lady glanced into the depths of the room and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the bowls and chopsticks hadn't been touched.

“There’s no such thing as hatred without a reason. There must be some reason why he turned out this way, right?” Han Fei carefully observed the changes in the old man’s expression. He wanted to figure out why Meng chose number four.

"Actually, it's also my fault," the old lady continued. "My son is a beast. He was spoiled rotten since he was a child. He has a bad temper, no skills, and he's a gambler. He met my daughter-in-law in a casino. From the things they said when they argued, it sounded like my son thought his grandson wasn't his biological child."

“Parents rarely take their anger out on their children when they argue, but they both use their children as a dumping ground for their anger. My son hits his grandson all the time, and the child’s mother doesn’t stop him. Sometimes, when she gets hit, she gets so angry that she hits her grandson too.”

"At first, my grandson simply took the beatings; he would laugh when told to laugh and cry when told to cry."

"When he got a little older, he would point at his parents and recite some strange incantations. No one could understand what they were or what those scripture-like things were for. Anyway, every time he finished reciting them, his parents would beat him even harder."

"Everything changed when he was five years old. My beastly child deliberately took his grandson to a faraway place, trying to abandon him, but every time the child would find his way back."

"However, every time my grandson comes back, it seems like he has something on him, and he makes other people's voices. At night, he hides in the corner of the living room and kitchen and squats there by himself."

“When my son saw him like this, he became even more agitated and beat his grandson several times with a belt.”

"About a week later, my son and daughter-in-law were sleeping when they suddenly heard a noise by the bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw his grandson holding a kitchen knife and standing by the bed."

"For the first time, my beastly son was afraid. He taught his worst things to his grandson, and what's even more terrifying is that the grandson learned them very quickly."

"Later on, my son felt that his grandson wanted to kill him all the time. In the end, he sold his own son to a private welfare institution behind my back."

Hearing this, Han Fei frowned. Most of the children in the welfare home were orphans, but this No. 4 was sent there by his own parents. He had his own parents, but it was those irresponsible parents who ruined his life.

What happens next?

"That private orphanage found several new families for my grandson, but after much deliberation, they ultimately sent him back." The old lady felt that the private orphanage had a conscience. Han Fei, on the other hand, had a rough idea of ​​the truth. The private orphanage that deliberately fostered despair wasn't doing it for the good of Number Four. They just wanted to see a greater tragedy. They felt that sending the child back would be the most devastating thing for him.

It seems like you've tried hard to change things, but in reality, nothing has changed.

His last remaining hope was shattered, and the deepest despair would completely devour him.

"Can I meet the child's parents?" Han Fei asked, as if teaching the parents how to behave.

Upon hearing Han Fei's question, the old lady's lips tightened, and after a long while, she said, "My son was killed by that thing inside my grandson's body. It bit him to death. How could a person bite with their teeth? It was that filthy thing attached to my grandson's body that did it!"

The old lady spoke loudly and was very agitated, seemingly unwilling to accept this reality, which is why she insisted that her grandson was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Where is the child's mother?" A curse appeared on the red string at Han Fei's fingertip. He didn't communicate with Xu Qin at all. This time, Xu Qin sensed the deadly danger and took the initiative to grab Han Fei's hand.

"Her? She was in this room a few days ago, and then she suddenly disappeared. I don't remember where she is. She should still be in this room, right?" As the old lady spoke, strange noises came from all three bedrooms, as if a woman was scratching at the door with her fingernails, trying to come out.

"Three bedrooms, one mother?"

The anomaly began. Blood seeped from all the talismans on the door in the deepest part of the room. The door panel trembled slightly. The head placed in the bowl fell to the ground. The outermost layer of batter was broken, and strands of black hair were revealed.

(End of this chapter)