My Healing Games

Chapter 828 Han Fei, whose luck is off the charts
Teacher Wang Chuqing disliked Han Fei very much. To be precise, no one in the school liked Han Fei. When everyone saw Han Fei appear at the back door of their classroom, they all frowned, but they were too embarrassed to argue with a "dying man".

Han Fei took advantage of this mentality and audited all the other teachers' classes.

There are eight classes in the school. Xu Hui, the teacher of Class 6, was murdered, and the teacher of Class 4 was seriously injured in one eye and is recovering. Apart from these two, among the remaining teachers, the one that Han Fei cares about the most is Ying Yan, the person in charge of Class 2.

This teacher seems to have a dual personality, one hidden in the shadows and the other as passionate as a flame. He and Gao Cheng are two extremes. He is very popular at school, and it is said that the principal also admires him and has always been grooming him as his successor.

Han Fei lingered outside Class Two's door the longest. When Teacher Yingyan discovered Han Fei, she not only didn't chase him away, but also smiled at him, indicating that he could come in and listen.

Even though Han Fei was thick-skinned, he was too embarrassed to go inside. He observed for a while and then left.

In order not to disturb his students, Han Fei carried his small stool and walked around the school, trying to find out all the secrets hidden in the school.

Daylight passed quickly, and as darkness fell, a black modified car drove into the campus. Director Ya urgently summoned all the teachers to the conference room in the office building.

The seriously injured leader of the fourth squad, Dan Yan, was also brought over by the doctor from the infirmary. To prevent the curse from spreading, he paid the price of losing both legs and an arm to escape from the Black Building.

Of the seven teachers who are still alive, besides Han Fei, he is now the weakest.

Once everyone was in their seats, they all stared at the empty chair at the end of the conference room—the principal's seat.

A chilling atmosphere permeated the office building. No footsteps were heard, but the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man with a disfigured left cheek bitten by a dog entered the house. His body was covered in foul-smelling wounds, like mouths that would never close.

"Principal, have the location and route for this assessment been confirmed?" Director Ya stood up and pulled out a chair for the principal. His gaze towards the principal held not only respect but also deep apprehension.

"It's decided, prepare for the draw." As the principal spoke, his mouth looked as if it had been torn apart. The wounds on his body and the corners of his lips had been stitched up with needle and thread. Without those needles and thread, he might have looked even uglier and more terrifying.

Removing his black top hat, the principal sat in the center chair of the conference room and took out eight identical envelopes from his briefcase: "There was a small problem with this assessment..."

"Are you referring to the murder of Xu Hui, the person in charge of Class Six?" Director Ya quickly replied, "I have already arranged for people to investigate, and the results should be available within a week at the latest."

“It has nothing to do with him.” The principal shook his head, put the eight letters into a black box, and then placed the box on the conference room table: “Two classes will be going to the Black Building for this assessment.”

"Two classes?!" The teachers' expressions all changed. The Black Building was extremely dangerous. Not to mention students, even teachers might not come out alive if they went in. The person in charge of Class Four, Single Eyes, knew this best.

“I’ve tried my best to help you, but unfortunately…” The principal pointed to the black box: “Start drawing now, at least you still have a choice.”

The teachers looked at each other, and none of them went over.

This simple lottery directly determines the life and death of a group of students and oneself, so it must be taken with utmost care.

"What are you waiting for?" the principal asked in a somber tone. He disliked those who defied him.

"Hey, I'll go first." Single Eyes seemed to have given up. He had the doctor carry him to the black box and stretched out his only remaining arm: "There are only five children in my class right now. If I draw the black box, there might be another class going in with me."

The assessment was a matter of life and death for everyone. Even the fearless Yan Lan became nervous. She was not afraid of death, but she did not want the children in her class to be sent to the Black Building as sacrifices.

He glanced at everyone, then pulled out a letter with one eye. He opened it in front of everyone, revealing a blood-red bamboo skewer inside.

"Red blood! It's Dream of the Red Chamber!" Single-Eyed breathed a long sigh of relief, slumping against the doctor's back as if he were glad that he could finally live a little longer.

After putting away the red bamboo stick, a smile finally appeared on his one-eyed face: "Sorry, everyone, I've taken one of your spots in the Dream of the Red Chamber."

"There are dangerous places in the Red Chamber, so don't get too excited," Ma Jing replied indifferently. His eyes were terrifying, and the muscles in his arms bulged involuntarily with tension.

"Quiet down, finish the drawing of lots before dark." The principal had been observing the teachers in the meeting room, watching their expressions as they drew lots.

His gloomy gaze swept across each face, and finally settled on Han Fei. The Gao Cheng in front of him seemed different from before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was different.

“I’ll go second.” Yingyan stood up. He appeared very calm, but his slightly twitching pupils betrayed his inner unease. After all, the Black Tower was synonymous with death.

Reaching into the black box that blocked his senses, Yingyan took out a letter. He opened it and found that it also contained red bamboo sticks.

“Morning Star Kindergarten in Zone B1? It’s considered one of the easier ones in the Red Mansion.” Yingyan looked at the words on the red bamboo stick, silently put it away, and returned to her seat.

Two of the remaining six letters were black slips. The teachers who had not yet drawn lots looked solemn and dared not make any rash moves.

Seeing that no one had moved for a long time, Han Fei stood up from his seat, but before he could draw the envelope, Wang Chuqing, who was closer to the black box, got up from her chair. The teacher hesitated for a long time before finally drawing the envelope that would determine her fate.

His slightly cold hand entered the black box. All his senses and external means were useless. He lingered for a long time before slowly taking out a letter.

From the outside, this letter is no different from any other letter.

With slightly trembling fingers, the envelope was torn open, and a pure black bamboo skewer fell onto the conference table. The small skewer was covered with vicious words, and the terrifying aura of curse was released the moment it left the envelope.

"The Black Building in Zone C3—Xinhu Third Mental Hospital!"

The scar on Wang Chuqing's face began to twist, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up the bamboo skewers. There was no difference in difficulty between the Black Towers, because all the Black Towers were extremely dangerous!

"Take your bamboo skewer and go back to your seat." The principal disliked Wang Chuqing, his words filled with undisguised contempt: "Think about why you stayed here as a teacher in the first place, and look at yourself now!"

Slowly lowering his head, Wang Chuqing picked up the black bamboo skewer and returned to his seat without saying a word. The veins on his arm holding the skewer bulged, and the power of his personality was unconsciously triggered.

The other teachers were both happy and worried when they saw Wang Chuqing draw the black bamboo stick, because this year was different from previous years, as there was still one black bamboo stick left.

Compared to his teacher, Han Fei seemed much more relaxed. Without further hesitation, he walked to the black box and casually took out a letter.

Everyone stared intently at Han Fei, watching with wide eyes as he slowly tore open the envelope.

A pure white bamboo skewer fell onto the table. Han Fei was a little surprised; he always had exceptionally good luck in the shrine's memory world. Fu Yi's blessing of good fortune seemed to be rooted in his soul, working in every shrine's memory world.

"C Zone 3 White Building - Good Friends Supermarket".

Both Han Fei and Wang Chuqing were in Zone C3, but their choices seemed like heaven and hell.

Holding the white bamboo skewer, Han Fei felt his cheeks burning. The teachers' gazes were like knives fixed on him, and even Teacher Wang Chuqing's eyes showed a hint of murderous intent.

"Director Ya, can we switch the lottery results?"

"No, go back and sit down." The principal tapped the table, then stared at Han Fei for a few more moments: "Gao Cheng, what's your mental pollution level right now?"

“Thirty-nine, Principal, I urgently need ghost blood. If you have any, I'm willing to pay any price to exchange for it.” Han Fei possessed masterful acting skills; every movement and expression came naturally to him.

"Mental pollution will only turn you into a madman, but using too much ghost blood will directly kill you." The principal ignored Han Fei and looked at the next teacher.

The lottery continues, and each letter is an invitation sent by a ghost; once opened, it cannot be changed.

A few minutes later, the lottery ended, and the last black ball was drawn by Ma Jing, the person in charge of the third shift.

"The draw is over. Over the next two days, you will begin targeted training for the students in the class to maximize their chances of survival." The principal put on his hat and looked coldly at the teachers in the room: "Don't try anything funny. I don't want any more problems before the assessment."

Carrying his suitcase, the principal walked out of the meeting room, and the temperature inside gradually returned to normal.

"Oh!"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Ma Jing slammed his fist on the conference table. A scream came from behind his glasses, and the images of two hanged students appeared on the lenses: "A one-in-four chance? How could I possibly draw the Black Building?"

"Teacher Xu Hui has been murdered. I will be leading Class Six. You all go back and prepare. Meeting adjourned." Director Ya left with the red tag for Class Six, leaving only a few teachers in the room.

"Actually, I really wanted to use these bamboo sticks to make a deal with you, but the principal wouldn't allow it at school." Han Fei leaned back in his chair, the white sticks twirling nimbly between his fingers. He was practically implying to the other teachers that they should make the deal with him outside of school.

“Yeah, since you’re going to die anyway, how can we let the person who needs it the least draw the most useful thing?” Wang Chuqing’s face was grim; he had no mood for jokes.

“We’re all in Zone C3, I can come help you then.” Han Fei put the white token in his pocket and returned to Class 7, looking “weak.”

"Everyone, please be quiet." Han Fei placed the white slip on the table and explained what had just happened to everyone.

After everyone had understood, Han Fei walked to the seat of student number two and asked, "What do you think we should do now to maximize our benefits?"

“Whether it’s a white or black visa doesn’t matter. Our biggest enemy right now isn’t the Black Building, but the school.” Number Two sat upright in his seat, looking like a good student, but his words were quite cruel: “I suggest you use your white visa to exchange for things that you can’t normally get, such as people’s hearts and prestige.”

"So who do you think is easier to target?"

“Right now, the people who need a free contract the most are Teacher Wang and Teacher Ma, but their personalities are completely different. If Teacher Ma goes beyond your psychological price, she'll probably just kill you, so Teacher Wang is more reliable.” Number Two closed the textbook on his desk: “Teacher, you know exactly what to do, there’s no need to ask me. If you’re trying to use this to get closer to us, there’s even less need for that. Trust can’t be gained by building relationships.”

“Yeah, why are you acting like a child, showing off every little achievement you make?” Number Four was even more blunt: “Besides, you got this achievement by luck.”

"You brats, I'll make you call me teacher sooner or later." Han Fei wasn't angry. He could clearly sense from the conversation that the kids were no longer as resistant to him as before. Even the aloof and dejected number four took the initiative to talk to him.

After class ended early, Han Fei returned to his apartment. He waited until it was almost dark before taking out his backpack and leaving the school.

Tonight he's going to the Red Mansion Food Pavilion to find ghost blood and completely expel mental pollution.

"Wang Chuqing told me the location of the Ghost Blood. If I'm not mistaken, he should be waiting for me at Shiwei Pavilion tonight."

Going out at night is a very dangerous thing. Han Fei put on a baseball cap, became extremely vigilant, and moved quickly through the alley.

After the disaster, Xinhu was re-divided into twelve districts, the most dangerous of which was District A, which contained a large number of black buildings, haunted buildings, and forbidden buildings, and was also far from the school.

After more than two hours, Han Fei successfully entered Area A, an area completely occupied by ghosts and monsters, where no trace of human life could be seen.

"The deeper world? Is this the result of the fusion?"

Just to get here, Han Fei has already used the Coin of Fate twice, and now his mental pollution index has increased to thirty-two.

"Shadows are starting to appear in my field of vision again. I need to get there as soon as possible." Han Fei put away the map and looked at the distant street.

Skyscrapers have woven a cage for humanity itself, and what flickers in the night is no longer neon lights, but will-o'-the-wisps and the eyes of unknown beings.

(End of this chapter)