My Healing Games

Chapter 829 Blood Feast

Shiweige was once the most famous restaurant in the old city of Xinhu. The signboard at the entrance of the lobby is said to be over two hundred years old, and the owner's ancestors were imperial chefs.

Anyone who has lived in the old town knows this place, but most ordinary people will probably never have the chance to eat there in their lifetime.

Quietly emerging from the shadows, Han Fei glanced around.

The once-top restaurant in Shanghai has now become a desolate "mortuary," with red lanterns hanging on both sides of the signboard swaying in the night wind, like the scarlet eyes of a demon.

"The aura of evil is so strong."

Han Fei was wearing Gao Cheng's black baseball cap. The lazy ghost inside the cap was startled awake and kept reminding Han Fei to leave, as the restaurant in front of him was full of ghosts!
"Is today Ghost Festival? Why does it feel like all the ghosts and monsters around us are moving this way?"

Shiwei Pavilion is just a red building, and there is no hatred inside, but the amount of resentment hidden inside far exceeds that of an ordinary red building, and it is constantly siphoning away the ghosts and monsters around it.

"The random shrine quest has been triggered, and the assessment is about to begin. If I come back tomorrow night, there definitely won't be enough time." In order to enter Area A, Han Fei's mental pollution level has increased to thirty-two. If it continues to deteriorate, he will have a hard time even protecting himself, let alone protecting the students in his class.

Pulling his hat brim low, Han Fei ignored the lazybones in his baseball cap's warning, walked past the red lanterns, and quietly entered the Food Pavilion.

As the last rays of daylight disappeared below the horizon, darkness enveloped the city, and the masters of the night began to emerge.

Shiwei Pavilion has three floors, with each floor being more upscale, featuring rarer and more authentic dishes.

Looking at the antique decorations inside the building, Han Fei felt as if he had returned to the past, walking through a history frozen in time.

The building itself exudes a special fragrance, seemingly because so many meals have been cooked here that the delicious flavors have been imprinted on the building itself.

Are we entertaining any guests here tonight?

Every few steps, you can see a red lantern hanging high, its scarlet light illuminating people's faces. The stair railings, carved with dragon patterns, have been wiped clean, and a brand-new carpet has been laid on the wooden floor.

Han Fei quietly approached the nearest dining table. Plates had been placed on the red tablecloth beforehand, and a piece of white paper with a curse written on it was pressed under the plates, suggesting that only certain people could taste the food on the plates.

Moving along the corner of the hall, Han Fei avoided the giant dragon and phoenix sculpture in the middle of the pavilion. He originally intended to go up the stairs, but suddenly heard a reprimanding voice coming from not far away.

Guided by the baseball cap, Han Fei peered out from under the window. Next to the huge round table in VIP room number three sat a fat man who looked like a giant bucket. He held a small knife in his left hand and a pair of chopsticks in his right, his eyes, covered by fat, greedily staring at the table.

On the dining table in front of this giant fat man is another version of him!

With his enormous size and greasy body, he looked like a mountain of flesh tied to a plate.

Shouts, curses, and the sounds of greedy swallowing mingled together as the fat man devoured himself.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered the first guest to attend the Blood Feast."

"Is this monster also here to attend the blood feast?"

The random quest at the shrine requires Han Fei to survive to the end, and he has no time to get into a conflict with the fat man in the private room.

"Gluttony and greed—he's very similar to Gao Cheng in personality. Once I find the ghost blood, I might try to devour it."

Although the Greedy Personality has significant side effects, it is undeniably a terrifying personality. By consuming ghosts and monsters, one can not only strengthen oneself but also gain the special abilities of the other party!

As long as one's mind doesn't break down, a greedy personality has unlimited potential.

Quietly retreating, Han Fei circled around to the other side of the private room. The fragrance in the air grew stronger, a kind of spiritual intoxication that made one unable to resist staying there until they were served at the table.

"The main hall, private rooms, and further ahead should be the kitchen of Shiweige."

Because it possesses many secret recipes, and the ingredients for many dishes are top secret, the kitchen of Shiweige is an absolute forbidden area, and no diner is allowed to enter.

"Ghost blood can also be considered a kind of ingredient. Could Wang Chuqing have obtained her ghost blood from the kitchen of Shiwei Pavilion?" Most ghosts are filled with obsession and resentment. Only a very small number of ghosts who have condensed a heart of resentment possess ghost blood. This stuff is extremely difficult to preserve and is exceptionally rare.

Following the aroma in the air, Han Fei approached the kitchen door step by step. He looked at the swaying curtain in front of him and slowly raised his arm.

Han Fei gently grasped the corner of the curtain with his fingertips, and was about to lift it when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Don't speak. I am Wang Chuqing. The kitchen is off-limits to the living. Going there like this is suicide!"

Teacher Wang's voice rang in Han Fei's ears. He turned his head and saw that Teacher Wang had been hiding in the shadows of the stairs and the kitchen. It seemed that the other party had anticipated that Han Fei would try to enter the kitchen of Shiweige tonight.

"follow me."

Without letting go, Wang Chuqing was really afraid that Han Fei would suddenly go crazy. He pulled Han Fei back to the No. 8 private room on the first floor.

They lifted the tablecloth and hid under the table.

"Why are you here?"

"You know perfectly well why I'm asking." Wang Chuqing frowned at Han Fei, who didn't waste any words and directly took out the black lot he had drawn: "You switch testing venues with me, and I'll help you get ghost blood!"

"Didn't the principal say that exchanges are prohibited?" Han Fei stretched on the ground, thinking that with Wang Chuqing around, tonight's mission should be much easier.

“The cursed bamboo sticks brought out from each building are the keys to enter the building. You just need to exchange bamboo sticks with me, and you don’t need to worry about anything else!” Wang Chuqing’s eyes were red.

"I'm curious, why are you so eager to protect your students? You came to me before you drew the black card, you seem very worried that the children in your class might be harmed?" Now that he was away from the school, Han Fei dared to ask some of the more sensitive questions.

"If I tell you the truth, would you be willing to trade places with me?" Wang Chuqing hesitated for a while after seeing Han Fei nod before speaking: "The previous person in charge of Class 5 was my wife. Before she died, she told me that my child was also in Class 5."

"Is your wife just a figment of your imagination? Your name is your wife's name, but it seems that no other teacher at the school has ever seen her..." Han Fei sensed a hint of murderous intent and wisely shut his mouth.

“My character is loyal and I will not deceive anyone.” Wang Chuqing drew a strange bone knife: “This Qing knife was made from my wife’s body. She has been watching me to see if I have broken our vow.”

“There really isn’t a single normal person among the teachers at our school.” Han Fei rested his chin on his hand. “Our assessment venues are all in Zone C. If you can help me get enough ghost blood, I can trade with you, but you can’t leak this information before the assessment starts.”

"What do you mean by 'ample ghost blood'? Do you really think that stuff is easy to obtain?"

"My mental pollution index is 32 right now. I need to at least get my mind back to normal." Han Fei clutched the coin of fate. "You should know my strength. I may not be able to kill you 100% right now, but I can definitely fight you to a draw."

"Deal." Wang Chuqing didn't trust Han Fei, but he didn't have a better choice at the moment: "After tonight, I'll give you the ghost blood, and you give me the white slip to keep safe."

"no problem."

Seeing Han Fei's straightforwardness, Wang Chuqing stopped arguing: "I came to Shiwei Pavilion by drawing lots before. Although this place is the Red Mansion, sometimes the ghosts from the Black Mansion also come here."

"Can the ghosts inside the building really come out?"

“Normally, no, but Shiwei Pavilion is a bit special. They hold a blood banquet here every now and then. As long as we can avoid the blood banquet, there shouldn’t be any major problems.” Wang Chuqing’s words were a bit of a blow to Han Fei. He had received a system notification that he was here tonight to attend the blood banquet.

"Can you tell me what a blood feast is?"

"The blood feast was prepared to appease the Ghost Mother."

From Wang Chuqing's words, Han Fei heard a new name: "Ghost Mother? Is she hatred? Or an unspeakable being?"

“The Ghost Mother is the most special ghost in Area A. No living person has ever seen her, but some ghosts know of her existence.” Wang Chuqing said in a low voice, “It is said that she is a ghost that eats ghosts, and some people say that many of the big ghosts in Area A are her children, and she has been seen in many dark buildings.”

"The ghost that eats ghosts?" Han Fei thought of Gao Cheng, who also possessed a greedy personality and could eat ghosts.

"Many of the dishes at the Blood Feast are made with ghosts and monsters, which is why I was so lucky to find ghost blood here last time." Wang Chuqing was still marveling at her luck last time, but what happened next made her unable to laugh at all.

All the doors to the private rooms were opened, blood rained down from the sky, and the dragons and phoenixes carved on the pavilion began to weep. One mournful scream after another echoed from each of the private rooms in the Shiwei Pavilion.

"Blood rain? Vengeful ghosts are crying? Is tonight going to be a blood feast?" Wang Chuqing's lips trembled slightly, while Han Fei beside her nodded.

"That's right, tonight is a blood feast."

The giant sculpture in the center of Shiwei Pavilion was soaked by blood rain, and the red lanterns hanging high up looked like children's faces, swaying and laughing.

The heavy door was pushed open from the outside, and figures completely hidden under black robes entered the Food Pavilion carrying items that exuded a strong aura of curses. They seemed to be evil believers, performing some kind of ritual.

"Withered flowers, yellowed missing person posters, dried-out cat carcasses, sweaters knitted for children, moldy cakes, and handwritten letters that were never sent..."

The cursed items on the tray all seemed to come from the same person. The items looked like ordinary things from daily life, but the cursed aura they emitted was already at the level of hatred.

"These cursed objects all belong to the Demon Mother? Just how terrifying is she? Why is there such a peculiar demon in the Joyful Shrine's memory world?"

The strange man in the black robe placed the cursed objects into different private rooms. These cursed objects seemed to be the incarnations of the Ghost Mother, and they were meant to taste the monsters in her place.

Footsteps sounded at the door of the private room, and Han Fei and Wang Chuqing tensed up. They held their breath and carefully looked around. The man in black robes placed a thick stack of missing person notices on the dining table in their private room!

The endless hatred was like an icy sea suspended in the air, emanating a chilling cold every moment.

Han Fei and Wang Chuqing, who were hiding under the dining table, were under tremendous pressure. They knew that they should not stay here for long and wanted to leave before the blood banquet began.

Lifting a corner of the tablecloth, Wang Chuqing and Han Fei quietly crawled out from under the table.

"Hurry up! I'll get the ghost blood for you again tomorrow night!" Wang Chuqing took a step forward, but after walking two meters, he found that Han Fei was standing still: "What are you doing?"

When Han Fei crawled out from under the dining table, he turned his head and glanced at the hate-level cursed object on the table—a missing person notice. His gaze swept over the words on the notice.

“My child was abducted from Xinhu First Hospital. He has a small birthmark on his chest, and there was a gold lock with his name written on it in the package. His name is Gao Xing! I am willing to offer a reward of 100,000 yuan to anyone who provides clues…”

"Happy?" Han Fei's gaze moved downwards and he saw the photo on the missing person poster.

The child in the black and white photo is grinning at him, and the other person's mouth is slowly opening, as if to say - your greatest greed is to take away my mother's love!
Countless shadows emerged from the abyss of greed in his mind, and the excruciating pain almost tore Han Fei's soul apart. This unspeakable pain did not originate from Han Fei, but from Gao Cheng.

"The missing person notice is for Gao Xing. He said Gao Cheng's greatest desire is to take away his mother's love?"

"Could it be that the Ghost Mother is Gao Xing's biological mother? And Gao Cheng's most respected adoptive mother? But didn't she disappear a long time ago?"

Gao Cheng, who would stop at nothing to survive, had long since lost all dignity and principles. But this time, he did not back down. His abyss of greed actively merged with Han Fei, and he wanted to drive Han Fei to tear up all the missing person notices.

(End of this chapter)