My Healing Games

Chapter 814 The Living Pile of the Skyscraper

Han Fei took the photos taken by Ji Zheng. The first photo was taken in the elevator lobby. All the elevators seemed to be out of control, with elevator doors constantly opening and closing, swallowing and spitting out corpses.

The second photo was taken on an unfamiliar floor, where the deceased was possessed by a vengeful spirit and was frantically slaughtering believers and indigenous people.

The third photo was taken secretly; it shows a woman in red who appears to be entangled in countless curses.

"Where was this last photo taken?" Han Fei's gaze lingered on the last photo, unable to look away for a long time.

Although the photo was blurry and the rope of fate was almost invisible, Han Fei still recognized the other person.

"On the 49th floor, that woman was enveloped in hatred and curses, as if she was looking for someone in the building. She went straight from the first floor to the 50th floor." Ji Zheng seemed to be frightened by the woman as well. He only dared to take pictures from a distance and did not dare to get close.

"The hatred outside has entered the building, yet the gods still haven't reacted?" Han Fei felt this was very abnormal. The skyscraper was the Garden Master's lair, and now that the believers had been slaughtered twice, it still hadn't made a move: "It seems that the unspeakable target is indeed the Paradise Passage."

Mr. Han Fei beckoned to Mo, signaling him to bring out the nearly broken radio: "I want to contact the dancers outside. Can you help me?"

“This can only be contacted via a single line.” Mr. Mo also said with some helplessness, “Besides, this radio may not be used many times, so we’d better cherish every opportunity to use it.”

"Now is a crucial moment." Han Fei pressed down on Da Nie's head and placed the radio in front of it: "How did you transmit information last time?"

When the dancer contacted Han Fei earlier, Da Nie conveyed the message through the curse he carried that Han Fei was preparing to mate wildly inside the building. This may be one of the reasons why the red-clothed Hen Yi stormed into the building.

Da Nie lay on the ground, looking somewhat aggrieved, and touched the radio with his head.

"Don't play the victim. You and Shen Luo are just two troublemakers." Han Fei subconsciously categorized Da Nie and Shen Luo together.

Urged by Han Fei, Da Nie injected drops of soul poison into the radio, causing the cracks on it to multiply.

Mr. Mo, who was standing nearby, was terrified, but dared not say anything.

A few minutes later, a hissing sound came from the radio, followed by the dancer's aged and surprised voice.

How did my radio get wet?

"Get out of the way! That's highly poisonous!"

Once communication was confirmed, Han Fei didn't waste any time: "Grandpa, Mr. Mo and I have already met inside the building. You must tell Henyi, who came looking for me, to return to the Paradise passage immediately if he hasn't entered the building! The unspeakable target is likely the passage! Tell them to guard the shrine in the Paradise!"

"A passage? A paradise? What are you talking about..."

Before the dancer could react, the call was cut off, and the radio was filled with soul poison, so it might have to wait a while before it could be used again.

"I hope the old man can pass on my message." Han Fei had already done his best. He returned the radio to Mr. Mo and then took out the blood-red paper figure from his pocket.

The paper figure, stained with Xu Qin's blood, became very excited as soon as it appeared. There was some kind of connection between it and Xu Qin, and they could sense each other's presence.

"Lead the way, let's go upstairs!" Han Fei now needs to do two things: find the other fragments of the second brain, and reunite with the hatred that entered the skyscraper.

The skyscraper is a place you can enter but not leave. Even hatred wouldn't risk stepping inside, as it's an unspeakable territory. But that hatred, shrouded in a curse, rushed in without hesitation. This is no longer a simple neighborly relationship.

Let the evil spirits expand freely on the fifty floors below, Han Fei led the others into the blood-stained elevator.

Guided by the blood-red paper figure, they arrived at the fortieth floor together.

As Han Fei stepped out of the elevator, a familiar and comforting curse lingered around him; similar seasonings were added to his meals every day.

“Xu Qin used a curse on this floor.” Han Fei kicked aside the clutter in the corridor and checked each room one by one. The resentment and curses in the hearts of all the female criminals were stripped away: “There is not a single survivor. You can tell she was in a hurry.”

"This isn't being anxious, this is cruelty, okay?" Ji Zheng really didn't know where Han Fei had met these friends; not a single one of them was normal.

"Let's go, keep going up!"

"Are you sure? Floors 40 to 50 are where totalitarian life is practiced. They enslave many monsters, and it's said that some of them are even creations of gods." Ji Zheng was now speaking to Han Fei more politely: "I'm not trying to stop you, I just hope you can think it through."

"Haven't we already killed one of the totalitarian regimes?" Han Fei walked towards the elevator. "There's no turning back for everyone. Instead of pinning our hopes on others, let's take matters into our own hands and seize our destiny."

The stench of blood in the elevator was overwhelming. The more than twenty elevators in the skyscraper never stopped running, with living and dead people constantly going in and out. Most of the passengers who took the elevators never came out, but even though they knew the elevators were man-eating monsters, they still rushed to get in.

The people on the top fifty floors want to come down to escape the disaster, while the people on the bottom fifty floors want to go up to live a better life. The skyscraper is being torn apart by several forces.

The numbers on the elevator display screen began to change. When the blood-red number turned into "49", the elevator stopped. The elevator cards that Han Fei had found did not have the permission to continue upwards.

"What's the difference between going up fifty floors and going down fifty floors?" Han Fei walked out of the elevator carrying the blood-red paper figure. The chilling aura of the curse gathered towards Han Fei, like a scarlet embrace.

“It represents two different eras.” Mr. Mo moved away from Han Fei and walked at the back of the group: “I heard from the dancers that the garden owner’s life was divided into two stages, corresponding to the lower fifty floors and the upper fifty floors respectively. You should be able to see that the lower fifty floors are dilapidated, dirty and poor, and even survival is a problem. These are actually the garden owner’s childhood living environment.”

"Do the top fifty floors correspond to the garden owner's memories after he came of age?"

“Not entirely. To be precise…” Mr. Mo thought for a while before speaking, “It corresponds to the memories of the garden owner after he became a ‘ghost’.”

"Memories after becoming a ghost?"

“Although the lower fifty floors are poor, dirty, and filled with disease and death, they are still within the realm of humanity; the upper fifty floors look prosperous and beautiful, but that is all just an appearance. According to the dancers, it is an extremely absurd, crazy, and desperate place where you can't see any normal emotions or personalities.” Mr. Mo lowered his voice: “This building is actually the life of the garden’s owner.”

"Then how can we get to the fiftieth floor?" Han Fei looked at the paper figure that was desperately absorbing the curse. He felt that Xu Qin had deliberately left a large number of curses. If Han Fei came here, those curses could help him.

“There are three ways: obtain the gods’ permission, break through the forbidden barrier by going through the stairwell, open the gods’ shrine, and fight the gods for control of the building,” Ji Zheng said. “I’ve been trying to get to the area above the fiftieth floor, but I haven’t succeeded yet. Now, with your help, we should have a 30% chance of escaping the forbidden barrier in the stairwell.”

"The stairwell isn't the best option. Take me to the shrine of the gods." Han Fei unleashed the Great Evil, and the other party became even more excited upon reaching the forty-ninth floor, like a dog that hadn't eaten for three days seeing a bone.

“The shrine of the gods only exists in legends. Apart from the most devout fanatics, no one knows where it is. I even suspect it’s a hoax.” Ji Zheng wanted to persuade Han Fei to give up his unrealistic fantasies, but before he could finish speaking, Da Nie rushed off in a certain direction like a madman.

"Keep up with it!"

Xu Qin had just finished clearing the forty-ninth floor when Han Fei and his group encountered little resistance. However, they did find some fragments of Xu Qin's clothes during their movement. The strongest hatred around Han Fei was injured when they arrived at this floor.

After collecting the tattered clothes, Han Fei quickened his pace. Led by Da Nie, they ran around in circles until they arrived at a strange place.

A pillar with a diameter of more than three meters was built in the very center of the 49th floor; no other floors have such a structure.

"A load-bearing wall?" Han Fei touched the huge stone pillar and gave Da Nie a look. Da Nie immediately understood and took a few steps back before crashing into the pillar with all his might!

Even the will of a god could hardly penetrate the skin of the Great Demon, but after it crashed into the pillar, a small wound of hatred appeared on its head, and soul poison and black blood stained the stone pillar.

Stimulated by the wound, the Great Demon became even more excited; the more pain a monster like it felt, the more excited it became.

Completely ignoring Han Fei, Da Nie was drawn to what was inside the pillar, like a moth drawn to a flame, repeatedly crashing into the stone pillar in the most primal way.

"Has it always been like this?" Ji Zheng covered the frightened boy's eyes. "Should we stop it?"

"Although I am its master, I really can't stop it." Han Fei's health had not recovered, so he dared not go over casually.

The black blood and soul poison on the pillar increased, and as they spread, the patterns on the pillar gradually became clearer, revealing the faces of innocent people wailing in pain.

Their bodies seemed to be sealed inside the pillars, with only their contorted, pained faces showing.

"Let's attack it together!" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, its baleful aura surging, and walked towards the other side of the pillar.

"Are you sure? This thing seems to be something placed by the gods, connecting the past and the future..." Before Mr. Mo could finish speaking, Han Fei had already slashed at the pillar with his sword. The dazzling blade light avoided the faces, and cracks appeared on the edges of the faces.

Ji Zheng took a deep breath. Looking at Han Fei and Da Nie, who showed no reverence for the gods, he couldn't tell whether the master was like a pet or the pet was imitating the master.

In fact, Ji Zheng and the others didn't even need to lift a finger. The death intent of the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade and the Great Evil had already severely damaged the surface of the pillar. These two completely opposite forces forcibly tore apart the "shell" of the building's pillar.

The stone lining crumbled, revealing the true appearance of the pillar to everyone.

The bodies of the victims were twisted and intertwined together. This was not a stone pillar at all; what supported the building was a human pillar.

"The Rebirth Blade is unlikely to harm these innocent victims." Han Fei stopped, and the Great Evil beside him was also anxiously pacing around. Its soul poison was neutralized by some kind of power on the "human pillar," preventing it from burrowing into the "human pillar."

“The Great Demon is only interested in the shrine. What it is looking for is inside the pillar, and the way to the upper fifty levels should also be hidden inside the pillar.” Han Fei knew the Great Demon well and knew that it had no resistance to offerings from the gods.

“This pillar was erected by the gods as the foundation of the building. Those innocent people were the objects of human sacrifice.” Mr. Mo’s eyes were filled with pity and pain: “Driving human stakes, erecting human pillars, stuffing beans into holes, throwing into the furnace god, the gods sacrificed too many people to build this building.”

"Is there any way to save these people?" Han Fei stood next to the "human pillar" and gripped the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade tightly.

"Yes." Mr. Mo looked at Han Fei with a complicated expression: "He killed that evil god."

(End of this chapter)