My Healing Games

Chapter 758 Dancer and Florist
The "petite" and kind-looking gardener the old man had mentioned entered the back alley, and her highly distorted body gave Han Fei an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"There's something wrong with this!"

The club was located on the edge of an unknown area. It was very ordinary and looked like just one of the most inconspicuous clubs among countless others. However, Han Fei encountered a gardener exuding a terrifying aura here.

The opponent's strength cannot be simply categorized by resentment and regret. It's as if she has planted the flower of her soul within herself, capable of unleashing power that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend at any moment.

"Terrifying strength, maintaining rationality, and having hobbies like gardening—just who are the members of this club?"

Han Fei slowly loosened his grip on the veins in the soil. He watched as the gardener walked towards him. With only one drop of blood left, he decisively gave up resisting and looked at the old man with pleading eyes.

"I felt like strangers had run into the club, so I came over to check. The strange noise seemed to be coming from here." The old man's words immediately distanced him from Han Fei. Sure enough, people who could survive in the Deep World were not simple.

"Strangers?" The gardener didn't believe the old man's nonsense. She threw the monster in her hand into the garden and looked down at Han Fei and the lost old man: "I'll ask you one more time, what are you doing?"

“I wanted to join your club, so I followed this old man in.” Han Fei switched on his masterful acting skills: “Actually, I’m very interested in growing flowers and plants. When I saw your garden, I couldn’t help but come in, wanting to learn and exchange ideas.”

The gardener didn't believe Han Fei's words at all, and slowly raised his incredibly deformed arm.

The more critical the situation, the less one should panic. Han Fei's eyes remained unwavering: "Everything I've said is true. There's a saying among flower enthusiasts—'People nurture flowers, and flowers nurture people.' In the process of growing flowers, those plants also influence me, constantly refining my character and cultivating my temperament. Since you love growing flowers so much, you should understand what I'm saying, right?"

Han Fei held blood vessels and soil in his hands, smelling the fragrance that was permeated with blood, as if he were having a deep conversation with the flowers.

"People nourish flowers, and flowers nourish people?" The gardener blinked his terrifying eyes.

The moment she showed the slightest hesitation, Han Fei immediately seized the opportunity.

“Before, I was swept up by worldly concerns, running around every day for houses, money, and vanity. I desperately pursued those external things, but the harder I tried, the emptier I felt. Later, I started trying to grow flowers, and I slowly came to understand the true meaning of life. I would feel excited when a seed sprouted and happy all day when a small flower bloomed. My barren spiritual world was filled with flowers, and for the first time, I felt fulfilled.”

Han Fei became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and even the most blatant lies could hypnotize himself; as he spoke, he began to believe them himself.

“I have experienced a lot of pain and despair. I have no friends and no one to accompany me. I can’t find a sense of belonging and have no concept of home. But since I started growing flowers, I feel that they are growing with me. Every day, touching the lovely leaves and smelling the fresh fragrance of flowers makes all my fatigue disappear. Flowers decorate my home. They are not only decorations in my home, but also a part of my home and the source of all my happiness.”

His heartfelt confession was touching; to anyone who looked at him, Han Fei seemed like a young man who loved planting and growing flowers.

The gardener withdrew his outstretched arm; it was too difficult to meet someone with similar interests in the deeper world.

Instead of using Han Fei as fertilizer, she began to deal with the monster beside her, which seemed to be a native monster from the deep world, every drop of its blood containing pain.

After severing the monster's neck, the gardener lifted it up as if it were a watering can and began watering his flower field.

This was something commonplace for the gardener, but it sent chills down Han Fei's spine. He'd sensed the soil in the flower field was different from the soil in other parts of the deeper world when he was digging the pits, and now he finally understood why. Every grain of soil here was soaked with blood; the corpses buried beneath were countless.

Watching the gardener work so diligently, Han Fei felt conflicted. You could say she was a ferocious and terrifying demon, for she was indeed carefully tending to those soul flowers, her movements incredibly gentle, as if caring for her own children. But if you said she was a flower lover, what flower lover would turn their flower field into a mass grave?

It was too late to run away now, as the gardener could catch up at any time. So Han Fei did the opposite, following the gardener around like a tagalong, earnestly asking questions and learning from him.

The florist would answer any question Han Fei had about "flowers," though he would only give very brief answers each time.

As the conversation deepened, Han Fei became completely engrossed in the conversation. He actually began to discuss with the other party the possibility of growing flowers in the deep world, and even raised "professional" questions such as whether flowers in the mortal world could bloom in the underworld.

After careful consideration, the gardener concluded that it was impossible and there was no opportunity to put it into practice.

Han Fei then took out the flower seeds that Huang Ying had brought from the shallow world, along with some books on planting, from his inventory.

With his photographic memory, he learned and applied what he learned almost immediately, and the more he talked with the gardener, the more compatible they became.

The old man in the distance listened to Han Fei and the gardener's conversation and showed a strange expression. He was blind but not blind, and he always felt that Han Fei was like those salesmen in real life who sell health products to middle-aged and elderly people.

Once they had truly closed the distance, Han Fei was very generous and gifted the gardener the "incomparably precious" and "world-renowned" seed from the mortal realm.

"Attention player number 0000! The gardener's friendliness towards you has increased by one point."

This decisive blow had a great effect, and Han Fei took the opportunity to express his desire to join the club and learn the flower-growing techniques of the Deep World from the gardener.

After a series of dazzling maneuvers, Han Fei finally achieved his goal.

The gardener agreed to let Han Fei learn how to grow flowers from her, and even decided to give Han Fei a flower from the Deep World so that he could try to grow it himself.

However, before presenting the flowers, the florist also put Han Fei through some necessary tests, such as "fertilizing" and "pruning the plant roots and stems".

This might be hard to understand, but it's basically about killing and dismemberment.

After Han Fei passed the test, the gardener brought out a huge soy sauce vat from the inner room. She slowly dug out the strongest-looking corpse and put it into the soy sauce vat along with the "soil" that was constantly seeping blood around it.

"You must take good care of this flower until it blooms."

"I will." Han Fei really didn't expect that this E-level ordinary mission would be completed so smoothly. Although ordinary missions are the easiest, as long as it is E-level, it must be related to hatred.

Not daring to be distracted, Han Fei thanked the gardener repeatedly and solemnly carried the soy sauce jar out of the flower field.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully brought a flower out of the flower field without letting it wither immediately, gaining basic planting ability and obtaining an E-grade special flower - Cloth Happy".

"Beginner Flower Cultivation: Cultivating flowers can continuously improve your skill level, and you should be able to cultivate other things as well."

"Bu Kaixin (E-grade special flower): This flower has a name. He never smiled, so everyone calls him Bu Kaixin."

Special Ability: ???

"Attention! Cultivating special flowers will greatly increase proficiency, and special flowers will have unique abilities!"

In the shallow world, gardening is one of the most popular professions, and many people own their own manor, which is one of the reasons why ordinary players like "Perfect Life".

Upon reaching level 25, Han Fei finally experienced the daily life of an ordinary player, and began to slowly learn about flower planting, calligraphy, and singing and dancing.

The old man outside the flower field noticed that the two hadn't started a fight, so he groped his way into the courtyard: "You two seem to be having a good chat? In that case, why don't we let him join our club? Anyway, there aren't many people left in this club, and if no new people come, it probably won't last much longer."

"To join the club, you first need to determine your interests and hobbies." The gardener looked at Han Fei again: "Are you really going to learn how to grow flowers and plants with me?"

"I'm sure." Han Fei looked at the corpses and soul flowers in the flower field; the atmosphere perfectly matched his temperament.

"From now on, treat this place as your home. Remember to come and report at least once a week so we know you're still alive." The gardener pushed open the warehouse door and handed Han Fei a black umbrella from the shelf next to the door: "This is your umbrella. Don't lose it. You can only move freely if you're holding a black umbrella, otherwise you'll end up like me."

The gardener showed off his severely deformed body, then entered the flower field, ignoring Han Fei.

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have successfully completed the E-level normal quest - Hobbies, successfully joined the Old Age Street Club, and successfully triggered the hobby of flower planting!"

"Attention player number 0000! First successful selection of hobby - flower planting! Based on your luck score, you will randomly receive a reward related to this hobby!"

"Attention Player 0000! You have acquired the E-rank talent ability - Flower Language!"

"Flower Language (E-Rank Exclusive Talent Ability): With the blessing of the hidden profession-specific talent of the Guifu, you can understand the language of flowers and communicate with them! Planting success rate increased by 50%!"

The game's exit button was lit up, and Han Fei's tense nerves finally relaxed: "I will work hard and strive to grow the most beautiful flower in the deep world."

Picking up the jar of soy sauce, Han Fei prepared to leave.

"Let me see you off." The blind old man helped Han Fei carry the black umbrella, and they returned the way they came, entering the warehouse.

"Grandpa, do you remember how you got here?" After the exit button lit up, Han Fei became bolder and dared to ask some more pointed questions.

"I don't remember either." The old man waved his hand, signaling Han Fei not to talk about these things.

"If I told you I had a way to send you home, would you be willing to leave with me?" Han Fei really wanted to try using his ability to bring back the soul on the old man.

"Home?" The old man paused for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm just a blind old man who can only dance. I'll be looked down upon wherever I go. I can't even support myself, and I'll only be a burden to others."

"That's not necessarily true. I've been in the entertainment industry before, and audiences these days have rather unique tastes. There was a group called Sisters Who Make Waves a while ago. You dance so well, we could make a character like an old man who's completely out of control."

Han Fei earnestly offered advice to the old man, but the old man smiled and refused.

The old man opened the black umbrella for Han Fei, and after listening to Han Fei's departing footsteps, he turned and went back into the warehouse.

He fumbled on the table with both hands, but the temperature in the room suddenly dropped. The gardener appeared silently in the warehouse and placed a broken radio in front of the old man with his deformed hands.

"Thank you." The old man touched the radio, his lips moved slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "I may not be able to spend more time with you. With that child around, at least you won't be too lonely."

“I know, that’s why I didn’t kill him.”

(End of this chapter)