My Healing Games

Chapter 806 Signs of Memory Fusion

Han Fei was hit by the masked night watchman's "dream bullet," and having just crawled out of a nightmare, he is still laughing maniacally while controlling his body.

He wanted the maniac to continue the pursuit, but the maniac's reaction was very strange.

His murderous intent subsided, and he looked at the scattered fragments of the mask on the ground with a maniacal laugh. Suddenly, he lost control and laughed hysterically.

The phantom images of the children in the blood-red orphanage slowly dissipated. It seemed that when he was very young, he had seen the masked night watchman. The man's appearance stirred up some very bad memories for him.

The Rebirth Slaughtering Blade struggled in the hands of the madman, and the Great Evil quietly crawled to the side. The most beautiful humanity and the most terrifying calamity in the world wanted to stay away from the madman. Except for Han Fei, he seemed to have been abandoned by everything.

Whether it's good or bad, stay away from people who laugh wildly.

The evil spirit couldn't go too far, and Da Nie didn't want to chase after it without Han Fei's orders. In just two or three seconds, the night watchman had disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Sigh, I still have to do it. So this is what evil spirits are all about?" The dean, controlled by the evil spirit, clenched his five fingers, and all the mask fragments pierced by the threads of fate merged into the dean's body. He patiently chewed on the fragments, and then casually flung out a series of pitch-black chains of fate.

The chain fused with the dean's flesh and blood, while the other end disappeared into the building, ignoring distance and defenses, locking onto the catastrophic night watchman.

“I have linked his fate with mine. That guy is now preparing to go to the fortieth floor, but he seems to have some reservations and doesn’t dare to go up to the fiftieth floor.” The dean spoke, his flesh writhing wildly: “The building’s owner is awakening. I can feel the building rejecting me. The believers downstairs are also going crazy. They seem to be calling on the gods together. You all hurry upstairs. I will deal with those believers.”

“Although most believers are ordinary people, they are numerous and have been completely brainwashed by the gods. They are incredibly fanatical and impossible to communicate with.” Mr. Mo helped Ji Zheng up, feeling that they should stop and take a short rest.

"Don't worry." The evil spirit gripped the ropes of everyone's fate tightly: "I will kill them all, leaving none behind."

Mr. Mo was shocked to hear the words of the evil spirit. What kind of villain was this?

"Everyone is equal before death. When they see the God they believe in in hell, they will find that their so-called devout faith is actually worthless."

Killing is merely a process; what the evil spirit truly desires is to slay gods.

Maniacal laughter is the hysterical laughter of a madman in despair; Han Fei is a madman who can remain calm and rational; and the Evil Soul is a madman who is despicable, arrogant, and evil to the extreme.

Flesh and mangled limbs writhed as the dean's body disappeared into the building, while screams echoed from downstairs.

"I just wanted to rescue you, but you were thinking of killing all the gods' people?" Mr. Mo never expected to see such a scene before he came. He still remembered the dancer repeatedly telling him to protect Han Fei.

Mr. Mo glanced at Han Fei, who was surrounded by countless ruthless thugs, and gave a wry smile: "I should have known better than to come in. It's too embarrassing."

At this moment, Han Fei was still trying to communicate with Kuang Xiao, wanting to regain control of his body, but Kuang Xiao did not respond at all.

Losing control of one's body is a terrifying thing for anyone, but Han Fei wasn't overly nervous.

Since you've chosen to believe in the laughter, then don't waver anymore.

Quietly staying in his mind, Han Fei's consciousness saw the entire brain slowly being dyed red. After laughing wildly at the masked night guard, some of his memories were triggered, and those fragments of memories that emerged from the blood-red orphanage collided with Han Fei's memories.

One by one, blood-red bubbles burst open, filled with past pain and despair. The things that Huang Xiao had carried alone were gradually being seen by Han Fei.

Many scenes flashed by, but they greatly shocked Han Fei.

Before the laughing children were sent to the orphanage, some children had already been selected there, and the night watchman was one of them.

Under Fu Sheng's care and upbringing, that group of children grew up smoothly. The children in the same batch as Han Fei watched them grow up, be adopted, and gradually show happy smiles on their faces.

The previous batch of children laughed wildly at their hopes, thinking that as long as they behaved well, they would also live a happy life.

Doctors and caregivers often instill in them things like pain is always temporary, and trials always end and there will be a day of success.

Some of the older children who left would come back to visit everyone and bring gifts; the night watchman was one of them.

He himself was a trafficked child, so he vowed from a young age to become the best policeman in Shanghai, to fight all evil and protect every family.

The night watchman who was adopted was once the hope of all the children in the orphanage, but now, Kuangxiao has seen what that "hope" ultimately looks like.

The bubble of hidden memories burst in Han Fei's mind, and the memory of maniacal laughter was already showing signs of merging with Han Fei's memories.

After those images completely disappeared, the maniac, holding the fragments of Number Two's brain, returned to the Crimson Orphanage.

Overworked, Han Fei had just regained control of his body when he was almost driven mad by the excruciating pain. He knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and gasped for breath.

The power of Word Magic is a curse used against enemies, but the Mad Laugh almost always uses it on himself. It's as if he's constantly hypnotizing himself, pushing this body to its limits.

"I really don't know how that guy managed to get through it."

After the maniacal laughter subsided, all the pressure fell on Han Fei alone. He really wanted to chase after the masked night police, but his body simply couldn't take it anymore.

Just now, Kuangxiao looked very cool, daring to draw his knife even against a Night Watchman of the Hate level. But in reality, Kuangxiao had squeezed out all the potential of Han Fei's body. He used almost all the auxiliary skills he could to have the opportunity to strike Hate.

Han Fei took out the pig's heart cooked by Xu Qin from his inventory and swallowed it in large gulps. Eating could help him recover from his physical injuries, but it couldn't help him heal his mental trauma.

The painful memories that Han Fei endured during his maniacal laughter were not so easy to reconcile. With each burst of the crimson bubble, Han Fei's pressure increased.

"If I quit the game now, I don't know if the Evil Spirit will disappear. I'll wait a bit longer." Han Fei gave up on the idea of ​​chasing after the Masked Night Watchman: "The building is already in such a state of chaos. The Evil Spirit has even started slaughtering believers. The gods still haven't fully awakened. What big thing is that guy plotting?"

He sent the special residents to the breeding level to collect everything usable, while Han Fei endured the excruciating pain and silently waited for the evil soul.

About an hour later, the dean, made up of flesh and blood, returned to Han Fei, and the aura emanating from him was even more terrifying than before.

"Why haven't you come upstairs yet? Are you unable to move an inch without me?" The evil spirit looked at him like he was a burden, as if he was worried sick about this family of three.

"The maniacal laughter and my memories are showing signs of merging. I want to temporarily leave the deep world to alleviate the pain in my mental world." Han Fei's brain felt like a sea about to boil.

“Isn’t pain the best fuel? Stay here, I’m just getting into the swing of things.” The evil soul spread its five fingers, countless threads of fate writhing in its palm, all hope shrouded in blood: “Look, what a beautiful future we have.”

"I need to find out what the gods are planning to do in reality, and I also need to visit someone who has helped me a lot." Han Fei didn't know how Teacher Li Xue was doing now. That old man was the pillar of Xin Hu. If he was gone, many things would become troublesome.

“I’ve caught a big fish; perhaps he can answer some of your questions.” The ropes of fate binding the evil spirit loosened little by little, and an old man with white hair and beard fell out of his body.

"A big fish? This old man doesn't have any yin energy on him; he looks like an ordinary person."

"Don't rush." ​​In front of everyone, the evil soul slashed open the old man's scalp. Just as he was about to pierce the thread of fate into the old man's head, an eyeball made of gold and blood appeared on the old man's forehead: "It seems that the fate of the believers at the bottom is intertwined with his. Even those vicious murderers will back down when they see him."

Upon seeing the old man's eyeballs on his forehead, everyone around him tensed up instantly and backed away.

Don't look at those eyes!

Mr. Mo shouted a warning, but the evil spirit paid no attention. It not only stared into the eye, but also tried to gouge out the eyeball.

"Be careful! Those eyes are a gift from the gods, and this old man is a member of the gods' family! He's someone you can't mess with in this building—a totalitarian!"

(End of this chapter)