My Healing Games

Chapter 805 Heroes in the Night
"A night watchman wearing a mask?"

Ji Zheng seemed to recognize the other person. He slowly lowered the camera in his hand, his expression turning extremely grim: "There's only one masked night watchman inside the building..."

The black flames of hatred, like outstretched butterfly wings, scattered countless dream dusts around the mask.

The night watchman, who had been half-crouching, slowly stood up. His gaze shifted to behind Han Fei, where a sinister smile appeared on the mask as if it possessed a life of its own: "Night watch officers are on duty. Anyone who gets too close will die."

The dazzling dream dust fell into the twenty-ninth floor, black fire burned on the walls of flesh and blood, and the masked night watchman's eyes seemed like a cycle of life and death, capable of dragging those who looked into his gaze into nightmares.

"This is getting a bit tricky." Han Fei vaguely saw the figure of Butterfly on the masked night guard, who was the most terrifying opponent he had ever encountered.

"If you're scared, you can hide behind me." Flesh and blood arms stretched out from the wall beside Han Fei, and countless ghost children shrieked as they tore the ground apart. The dean, pieced together from flesh and blood limbs, quietly emerged, dragging countless ropes of fate.

The evil spirit walked up to Han Fei, its evil in its eyes undisguised: "I hate those guys who talk about justice and morality the most. They always use the standards of saints to judge others, but treat themselves like scoundrels."

As the dream dust dissipated, the black flames of the masked night watchman quickly burned the "dean's" body, charring layer upon layer of flesh. The evil soul, however, was unconcerned. He arrogantly pointed at the masked night watchman: "Burn! My flesh and blood are connected to the building. If you have the guts, cremate this haunted building."

The fates of all the dead were reconnected with their corpses, and countless ropes of destiny pierced the building. The evil spirit gathered the power of all flesh and blood and reached out to grab the masked night watchman!
“You can’t escape it.” The evil soul climbed the flesh-and-blood steps: “Number Two’s brain can calculate everyone’s fate. He cannot break the shackles of fate, but he can use everyone’s fate to make the most correct choice for himself.”

The black flames of hatred burned the corpse, but they could not destroy the threads of fate hidden within it.

Threads tinged with death pierced the masked night watchman's body, his fate being gradually altered by the crowd.

"Such a powerful and unbeatable ability, it's a pity that Number Two doesn't know how to use it. He could have used everyone else to escape alone, but instead he chose to link all the bad fates to himself and use his own fate to change the path of others."

The evil spirit has figured out the secrets hidden within the Dean's body and knows how to maximize the forbidden power. Compared to the second child, who has many concerns, this power is clearly more terrifying in the hands of the ruthless evil spirit.

With his body forcibly bound by the fate of others, the masked night watchman immediately changed his strategy after discovering that the black fire could not burn through the ropes of fate.

He leaped toward the floor where Han Fei was, his uniform turning to ashes in the black flames, revealing the butterfly patterns painted all over his body.

Since we cannot escape the rope of fate, we can only kill the person who uses it.

He stretched out his hand and made a shooting gesture towards Ji Zheng. The moment his fingers bent, Ji Zheng fell to the ground, and cracks appeared on the camera lens.

"What kind of ability is this? The power of dreams? What is his relationship with the butterfly?" Han Fei's mind raced. He sensed the threat of death and quickly hid behind Da Nie.

Even though the great evil blocked his way, Han Fei's sense of crisis did not dissipate. It was as if someone had already aimed a gun at his soul, and no matter where he hid, he could not avoid that bullet.

With a flick of his fingers, the butterfly pattern on the masked night watchman's body became incredibly dazzling. An invisible and intangible bullet appeared out of thin air in Han Fei's mind. Immediately afterward, he felt an endless nightmare crashing down on him, swallowing up his consciousness, soul, and all his memories!
A sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and Han Fei felt his body sinking rapidly. Just as he was about to be completely swallowed by the nightmare, a bloody arm grabbed him.

Han Fei looked up, but he saw nothing, only heard a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"To be reborn!"

In an instant, hideous ghost patterns covered his entire body. Han Fei and Butterfly seemed to be natural rivals. He laughed wildly and charged forward with his sword.

The masked night watchman was surprised that his "bullets" had no effect on Han Fei. While he was still in shock, Da Nie, Ghost Gate Blood Shadow and Dean pounced on him at the same time.

Going it alone has never been Han Fei's style; he has come this far because of the strength of his group.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

The power of the Word of Power instantly maxed out his agility. There's a significant difference in personality between Kuangxiao and Han Fei. Both have only one drop of blood left, but Han Fei chooses a cautious approach, waiting for the right moment to strike. Kuangxiao, on the other hand, becomes incredibly excited when he's down to his last drop of blood, as if only the brink of death can allow him to briefly forget his inner pain!
The masked night watchman's abilities are terrifying, but today he encountered four "freaks" who could withstand his power.

The ground, made of flesh and blood, had been hollowed out by the demon child; the despicable and insidious evil spirit had planned everything. The floor continued to collapse, and the masked night watchman was dragged up to the twenty-sixth floor. He had already prepared a perfect cage of flesh and blood for the evil spirit.

Han Fei, the Laughing Madman, and the Evil Soul have completely different ways of dealing with people, but undeniably, all three of them are "madmen" who are very troublesome for their enemies.

Invisible bullets struck Han Fei's soul, and nightmares repeatedly devoured him, but maniacal laughter always managed to pull Han Fei out at crucial moments.

Sometimes Han Fei wondered if maniacal laughter could grant immunity to all nightmares and hallucinations, until he looked into the blood-red orphanage deep in his mind, where illusory figures of orphans slowly appeared. The pain those children endured surpassed all the nightmares in the world.

The ropes of fate continued to entangle, and the evil spirit wanted to bind the masked night watchman firmly to the twenty-sixth floor. The night watchman, whose body was burning with black flames and had dreamlike and dazzling patterns, also began his final struggle.

Just as both sides were preparing to unleash their most powerful moves, the towering skyscraper suddenly shook violently!
A deafening clap of thunder echoed through the clouds, tearing open a small opening in the dark clouds that had shrouded the area of ​​black rain for years. An obscure and eerie chanting emanated from the upper fifty floors. Upon hearing this sound, all the believers in the building immediately began to pray devoutly, chanting the name of a certain "person".

"The gods are one step closer to awakening!" Mr. Mo dared not approach Hatred. He had been hiding behind him, secretly casting curses. But when the upheaval occurred, he abandoned the half-written character "death" and loudly reminded Han Fei.

"Awakened? I think he's in big trouble." The evil spirit now only wants to kill the masked night watchman; a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

Upon hearing the loud bang, the smile on the night watchman's mask froze, and drops of blood seeped from his skin, gradually turning the butterfly pattern on his body from vibrant to blood red.

Everyone thought the masked night watchman was about to unleash his ultimate move and fight to the death, but the next moment his skin began to crack and peel off like a silkworm cocoon.

"Is he trying to run away?"

The long-awaited maniac seized the opportunity and chopped down on the night watchman's head.

At the critical moment of "molting", the night guard had no time to dodge and the mask he was wearing was shattered by the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife!

Mask fragments, like mirrors, flew everywhere, and the maniacal laughter seemed like that of a thug shattering a child's beautiful fantasy. Everyone on the floor saw the night watchman's face.

"It's him?!"

Han Fei never expected to meet the hero who once chased the butterfly in this way.

In the police's files on Butterfly, the information of one victim was kept separately. He was Li Xue's senior brother, a young police academy student personally selected by Teacher Li Xue.

The police know that Butterfly understands human nature, and in order to capture it, Teacher Li Xue needs a new face with a firm will who will not be swayed to act as bait.

This police academy freshman, whose name was kept top secret, faced unprecedented pressure. However, it was precisely because of his outstanding performance that he helped the police tear off the butterfly's wings, making that insane madman no longer arrogant and hiding in the shadows of the city.

During that operation, Li Xue's senior brother went missing. To prevent his family from being persecuted by Butterfly, all information about him was sealed off, and Han Fei had only ever seen one photo of him.

The crimson butterfly pattern and the body exploded outwards, and dream dust enveloped everything. After the dream dust dissipated, only a human skin pierced by countless ropes of fate remained on the ground.

"You're pretty fast." The Evil Soul was somewhat dissatisfied. He had wanted to complain to Han Fei, but when he saw that it was the Maniac Laughter controlling Han Fei's body, he decisively abandoned the idea of ​​approaching: "I can't leave these floors. If you chase after him now, you might still have a chance to kill him. Don't just stand there like idiots! Strike while the iron is hot! You must cherish such a good opportunity!"

"We really can't let him go." Han Fei looked at the gap above his head and began to try to communicate with Kuang Xiao.

(End of this chapter)