My Healing Games

Chapter 815 Madam, is this the evil spirit you're looking for?

"No one can kill an evil god. If he can, he will become a new god."

Ji Zheng hoped that Han Fei could have some more practical ideas. The human pillar is the foundation of the building, and the garden owner would not allow anyone to destroy it easily.

"No one has ever been able to get into the top fifty floors by any other means; that's the rule."

"Stop clinging to your old ways. We're here to create new rules, aren't we?"

Apart from Da Nie, no one had any faith in Han Fei. Everyone stayed away from the human pillars, as if those hideous and terrifying ghost faces would pull anyone who got close at any moment.

"The human pillar contains what the Great Abomination desires. A part of the shrine may be contained within the countless victims. Everything is just like what happened in reality. The deaths of the victims and the bloody corpses piled up show the sins of those people. This is their evidence of their crimes!"

Han Fei grasped the brilliant, human-like blade of the Rebirth Slayer Sword and reached out towards the human pillar.

The unjustly killed men rushed at him, their bodies intertwined and entangled, making the pillar seem to tilt.

"You who wouldn't even let the sword of death harm you, would you tear me apart?"

There is no kindness or trust inside the skyscraper. The best way to avoid being hurt is to hurt others in advance. In such a deformed and chaotic place, even if the residents discover the secret of the human pillar, their first reaction will be to attack the other party like Da Nie.

But everyone has already seen the consequences of such a terrible act.

Skin that even gods could not penetrate was easily pierced, and the black blood of the great evil almost stained the stone shroud of the human pillar.

Those who hurt them the most will be hurt in return. The more kind these innocent victims were, the more malice they will repay the world with.

Over the years, Han Fei has been the only exception. The Rebirth Butcher's Blade rarely harms those who do not kill. It automatically avoids those who die unjustly and focuses its attacks on those gaps in the wall.

Even the most skilled swordsman could not cut through the stone lining without harming the human body, but Han Fei did it.

Not only did he not injure the innocent victims in the human pillar, but the incredibly sharp butcher's knife for the dead also showed no murderous intent. What was the sharpest knife in the eyes of evildoers was more like a luminous galaxy in the eyes of the victims, making them irresistibly drawn to it.

Da Nie did not attack the human pillar again, and the others also kept their distance. Only Han Fei touched the human pillar with his own hand holding the blade.

"Touch the secrets deep within your soul!"

Han Fei did not know how to help these souls, so he wanted to ask them.

Boundless resentment crawled up Han Fei's arm toward his head, the scene resembling a whirlpool appearing on a black tide, about to swallow Han Fei whole.

Li Rou walked forward, wanting to help Han Fei, but Ji Zheng stopped her first. He shook his head slightly and handed Li Rou a photo he had taken.

In the blurry photograph, Han Fei stands before countless souls, holding a fire taken from his heart to illuminate the abyss for them.

The souls of the victims within the human pillar ignored all defenses, gnawing at Han Fei's consciousness and soul, while Han Fei's body was dragged along and gradually merged into the human pillar.

The giant monster circled the human pillar frantically, trying to pull Han Fei out, but afraid of tearing Han Fei's body apart.

“You stay outside! They want me to see the source of their suffering!”

Han Fei was definitely not an impulsive person. The moment he touched the human pillar, he used the secret of touching the depths of the soul. The souls of those victims were imprisoned here. The gods made them into a black cloth to cover the shrine, using those innocent people to cover up their dirty and ugly hearts.

The victims were in a state of confusion and unable to convey any more information to Han Fei. To prevent them from being accidentally torn apart, Han Fei was also making a very crazy attempt.

He silently released the souls gathered within the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade. Those companions possessing the finest qualities in the world stepped out of the blade and merged into the gaps between the human pillars, filling the broken hearts of the victims while paving a relatively safe path for Han Fei.

In the blink of an eye, Han Fei's body was swallowed up by the human pillar. His body was squeezed by countless limbs and slowly sank deeper under the gaze of the victims.

From the outside, the human pillar doesn't look very big, but once you enter, it feels like you've entered another space, filled with corpses and dismembered limbs. This is a true sea of ​​corpses.

With the help of the souls from the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade, Han Fei slowly sank to the center of the human pillar, where he saw the core of the skyscraper.

It was a statue covered in severed limbs and corpses, and it was the most bizarre statue Han Fei had ever seen.

The statue, which is a foot tall, is half stone and the other half flesh and blood!
The statue looks like a living person; it sits cross-legged, its face is indistinct, and it holds two identical flowers in its hands.

"The skyscraper itself is a gigantic shrine. Have I found the statue that the garden owner placed in the shrine?"

The human pillars are the key to the building's structure, and the indigenous people all know that these things were arranged and built by the gods themselves, but no one expected that the gods would hide one of their own statues in the human pillars.

Looking at the half-god statue made of flesh and blood, Han Fei gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and slowly pulled his arm upward.

"I don't care what you are, just kill you first!"

Han Fei is weak, only level 20-something, but the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade is a D-grade special item that can even kill hatred.

How could Han Fei let such a good opportunity slip by? His mind was completely dominated by the thought of shattering the statue.

The blade of rebirth slid through the flesh and blood, getting closer and closer to the statue, but at that moment, the statue of flesh and blood suddenly opened its eyes!
"The statue has come to life?"

In an instant, Han Fei felt as if he had been submerged in ice water, his soul frozen, and he even forgot how to breathe.

He had never seen such eyes before—deep, profound, and dark. The left eye seemed like the night sky, and the right eye like an abyss. They had obliterated all humanity, leaving only a pair of all-seeing eyes.

A petal fell from the statue's hand, and all the severed limbs and corpses were instantly stained red with blood. Han Fei seemed to be completely isolated in a certain space. He couldn't even open his attribute panel. It seemed that this was the real deep world!

With just a glance, Han Fei lost all ability to resist, and the restless souls were all soaked in blood, leaving the surroundings deathly silent.

Han Fei felt as if his heart was about to stop beating, and his blood was about to freeze completely.

Under the gaze of those eyes, everything Han Fei possessed seemed insignificant; the pure darkness easily swallowed up all his perseverance and hope.

Flesh and blood, soul and memories—the path he had walked so far was slowly shattered. Han Fei seemed to be sucked into those eyes, sinking into the darkness and falling into the abyss.

"Is this the power that cannot be spoken of?"

A strong feeling of weightlessness washed over Han Fei, and his mind began to collapse until the Crimson Orphanage surfaced in his memory, and a maniacal laugh jolted him awake.

All his memories were torn apart, bringing him endless chills. On that icy sea, there was only one scene that was an exception.

The sun is slowly rising, its warm rays piercing the darkness and illuminating the new Shanghai as it emerges from the night.

The memories that Teacher Li Xue gave to Han Fei were like sunlight, dispelling the darkness and chill, and melting all the memories in Han Fei's brain from their freeze.

When Han Fei regained consciousness and opened his eyes again, he was facing the flesh and blood statue. The statue tried to raise its hand, but it was bound by black chains covered with inscriptions of crimes!

"Arson case, butterfly case, feng shui case, ghost eye case, Fu family ancestral grave case... these are Teacher Li Xue's chains!"

That most terrifying night watchman now seems to be fighting alone on the rooftop against the power left behind by the gods, preventing them from being distracted!
"It turns out that what I received... was the best gift."

Madness, pain, and despair surged out of the blood-red orphanage like a torrent, washing over Han Fei's soul. He was like a giant wheel crushing ice, gripping the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade and slashing directly at the neck of the statue!

As the blade sliced ​​through the air, a petal drifted down, leaving a bloody gash on the statue's neck.

The petals fell to the ground with a crisp sound emanating from Han Fei's soul. Cracks covered the brilliant blade of rebirth, as if it would shatter at any moment.

After losing two petals, the red color on the flower dimmed. The sea of ​​corpses surged, and the unjustly killed struggled desperately, but no resistance could shake the gaze of the statue.

The severed limbs engulfed Han Fei, and the chains inscribed with sins dragged the statue into the sea of ​​corpses. The owner of the chains never thought of surviving; his most beautiful vision for the future was to be buried with the statue.

With a constant roar in his ears, Han Fei felt someone grabbing him from behind as he broke free from the crimson sea of ​​corpses!
Corpses fell from the human pillar. Han Fei lay on the ground, most of the ghost patterns on his body washed away. The blood-red paper doll was badly damaged and clung tightly to his lower back.

The statue dragged Han Fei into the abyss with a single glance; it seemed to possess an ineffable power.

"When the song first started, all the ghosts and monsters that heard it were affected, but the power of the song is far inferior to that of the garden's owner, isn't it?"

Da Nie bit Han Fei's clothes and tried desperately to pull him back. Ji Zheng and Mr. Mo rushed over to check on Han Fei's injuries. They were talking loudly to Han Fei, but Han Fei couldn't hear a word.

He has not yet recovered from the unspeakable negative effects; his hearing, vision, and sense of smell will take a long time to recover.

As the crimson color faded, Han Fei's eyes slowly regained focus. He looked at the cracked pillar and the ceiling above him, which was beginning to crumble.

Chunks of meat and stone chips fell down, and a large hole appeared in the ground of the forty-ninth floor, allowing them to see the scene on the fiftieth floor.

The fiftieth floor, which ordinary residents are not allowed to enter, is made up of countless corpses. All the corpses are wrapped with red threads and hung with soul bells of various sizes. There are no living creatures on this floor.

"You did it!" Ji Zheng shook Han Fei's shoulder: "But the area above the fiftieth floor seems to be a little different from what we imagined."

"Are you sure you want to go up?" Mr. Mo wrote a few words and stuck them on Han Fei's body, wanting to help Han Fei with his treatment.

“We have no reason to retreat.” Han Fei glanced at the hilt of his sword. “By the way, I just saw a god.”

"You met him?!"

"Yes, I also stabbed him." Han Fei recalled everything that had just happened, and gently stroked the hilt of the Rebirth Blade: "Let's go, let's continue upwards!"

……

"Oh!"

The stairwell door on the 25th floor of the skyscraper exploded into pieces in an instant, and hundreds of curses transformed into ghostly figures that burrowed into the stairwell. A woman carrying the head of a demon appeared on the 25th floor.

“It is his voice that is calling.” The woman watched as the forbidden power continued to gather, without any intention of retreating.

"I just wanted to test whether my voice could affect the building's operation, after all, I've already occupied seven floors." Flesh and blood reshaped the dean's body, and the evil soul, pulling at countless threads of fate, silently appeared a dozen meters away from the woman.

The woman frowned slightly when she saw the deity made up of severed limbs and flesh. She casually tossed away the demon's head and took out a kitchen knife burning with black flames of hatred.

"To be chopped up and served at your table was his lifelong dream. I can testify to you that the soul, whose mind was filled with nothing but evil thoughts, had fantasized countless times about being eaten by you. I hope you don't mind his twisted, abnormal, and fanatical love!" The dean stepped back and pointed to the top floor: "The threads of fate have long been intertwined. Madam, the person you are looking for has come to find you."

(End of this chapter)