My Healing Games

Chapter 831 Exchanging for Monsters

The appearance of the Ghost Mother touched Han Fei's soul. He didn't really understand his parents' love, but he had felt their care through the past of the Mirror God and Fu Sheng in the world of memories in the shrine.

"The ghost mother eats ghosts. She seems to be on Gao Xing's side, but she didn't hurt Gao Cheng and me last night. Perhaps in her heart, Gao Cheng and Gao Xing are both her children."

When the curses on the abyss of greed and the missing person notice collided, Han Fei saw fragments of Gao Cheng and Gao Xing's memories, both of whom believed that the Ghost Mother was an extremely gentle person.

"Those black-robed believers who appeared with the Ghost Mother all seemed to be living people. It felt like the Ghost Mother was on the side of humanity, and she was trying her best to help the weak in her own way."

Han Fei wants to have more contact with the Ghost Mother, as she will be key to his understanding of this world.

After swallowing the last piece of meat, Han Fei's condition improved significantly. His body temperature returned to normal, and the twenty-year mental pollution was now within an acceptable range for him.

"Old Wang, I really didn't expect you to be so kind." Han Fei leaned against the dining table, looking Wang Chuqing up and down. They were just ordinary colleagues, who would have thought that she would risk her life to bring Han Fei back to school from Shiweige.

"I just want to complete the deal with you," Wang Chuqing replied coldly, keeping a three-meter distance between himself and Han Fei, his eyes full of vigilance.

"If we stay at school, we'll always face the lottery problem. Are you interested in doing something big with me? Once it's done, we can solve the safety problem of your students once and for all." Han Fei seemed like a devil tempting the living; his voice disturbed Wang Chuqing's mind.

"You're not planning to rebel against the school, are you?"

"I can only tell you that Yan Lan, the person in charge of Class One, has joined." Han Fei's voice was low, but just loud enough for Wang Chuqing to hear: "You should have seen how Xu Hui died, right? He was punched through the chest. Who else in this school could do that?"

"With the principal here, you will never succeed," Wang Chuqing replied coldly.

"So, if the principal dies, you'll join us?" Han Fei's eyes burned with an ambition that could devour everything.

"I never said that!" Wang Chuqing broke out in a cold sweat, feeling that Han Fei was truly a madman.

“But your expression has already betrayed you.” Han Fei took out the white lot: “I’m prepared to resist if I draw a white lot, do you think you can just submit if you draw a black lot?”

“This is something outside of the transaction.” Wang Chuqing’s eyes wavered slightly as he stared at the white slip in Han Fei’s hand, his brows furrowed.

Making a deal with the devil is a very dangerous thing. He pursed his chapped lips, said nothing in the end, and quickly left.

"Teacher Wang saved my life. How can I repay him? Should I guide him onto the right path?"

Han Fei adopted his usual work ethic of destroying evidence, restoring everything in the kitchen to its original state, eliminating all clues, and quietly returning to his apartment.

The faculty apartment is large, but few teachers choose to stay there at night. Everyone has their own secret storage room off campus where they can sleep soundly.

Pushing open the unlocked door, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a sinister and malevolent aura.

Looking up, I saw a man sitting on the sofa in my room.

"Your mental pollution index has reached thirty-nine. You still dare to go out? Aren't you afraid of dying out there?" The man on the sofa turned around and looked at Han Fei with ill intent.

"Ma Jing?" Han Fei didn't expect Ma Jing, the person in charge of Class 3, to appear in his apartment. However, he quickly realized that Ma Jing and Wang Chuqing had both drawn black lots. If they didn't want to enter the dead building themselves, their best option was to exchange with Han Fei, who seemed the easiest to bully.

“You should know why I’m here.” Ma Jing pushed up his glasses and took out a black token from his pocket: “Anyway, you won’t live much longer, so why don’t you give me the white token? I’ll take care of the students in your class for you.”

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who would risk my life for the sake of my students?" Han Fei smiled kindly and closed the door behind him, a small gesture that made Ma Jing's pupils shrink.

Normally, a person in a completely disadvantaged position would not confine themselves to a closed space. Han Fei's willingness to close the door indicates that he had a certain level of confidence, or that he already knew that Ma Jing would come.

“Wang Chuqing already contacted me beforehand. If you want to make a trade, then you’ll have to offer your bargaining chips.” Han Fei sat down opposite Ma Jing, the coin of fate bobbing between his fingers.

“You might not be able to refuse my offer.” Ma Jing took out a crumpled file folder from his pocket, its yellowed cover stained with blood and black fingerprints: “This contains what you’ve done.”

After emptying the contents of the file folder, Han Fei saw a series of photos and a list of bills pieced together.

These items contain detailed records of how Gao Cheng sacrificed living people and made deals with ghosts and monsters.

One of the photos clearly shows Gao Cheng devouring other vengeful ghosts after communicating with them; he looks even more ferocious and terrifying than the ghosts themselves.

"what is this?"

"Stop pretending to be confused. You sacrificed living people to the Yin Merchant, letting him devour ghosts and monsters for you, thereby gaining some of their abilities. Do you really think you're doing it discreetly?" Ma Jing pointed to one of the photos: "I escaped from the old city prison. All the prisoners in that prison were devoured by your greed. You gave the souls of those living people to the ghosts!"

"I feel much better now that you say that." Han Fei's smile remained unchanged: "They were guilty to begin with, and they deserved to die. I only offer sacrifices to those who are guilty."

"Do you think the residents around the school will believe you? They'll tie you to a fire and burn you alive! The principal also strictly forbids teachers from having any contact with ghosts or monsters in private. If it's discovered, your personality will be destroyed immediately, and you'll be turned into a living specimen." Ma Jing crossed his legs, thinking he had the victory in his grasp: "You've committed an unforgivable taboo. There are still two days until the assessment. I hope you can think it through."

"Threatening me?" Han Fei tossed a coin of fate: "Aren't you afraid I'll sacrifice you to the monsters too?"

"You can try."

The apartment was deathly silent; the darkness seemed to be eroding people's hearts. Han Fei and Ma Jing both appeared to be considering whether or not to take action. The atmosphere in the living room was incredibly oppressive.

"Think it over carefully. Give me your answer the night before the assessment, and I'll send you another bottle of ghost blood to help cleanse your mind of pollution."

In the end, Ma Jingxian couldn't stand it anymore. After saying those words, he left without even taking the photos from the table.

The smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and the murderous intent in Han Fei's eyes grew stronger. He picked up a photo and looked at it: "What is Yin Shang? Gao Cheng's diary doesn't seem to contain anything about it."

The building in the photo was located between Zones B and C, not far from the school. After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei burned all the photos and left the school again with his bag.

Han Fei's knowledge of the world came entirely from school and Gao Cheng's diary, but the world was far more complex than that.

Having experienced the depths of the underworld, he knew very well that not all ghosts were consumed by negative emotions and obsessions; a very small number of ghosts retained their rationality, and they were known as the administrators in the underworld.

Having recovered, Han Fei became much bolder. Taking advantage of the last bit of time before dawn, he went to the building shown in the photo—Ankang Pharmacy.

"I seem to remember seeing this pharmacy in Xinhu before. It's a chain pharmacy under Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical, with a wide range of businesses." Looking at the familiar sign, Han Fei couldn't help but wonder: "I wonder in what form Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical and Deep Space Technology will appear in this Memory Shrine? Perhaps they have already become history."

The pharmacy's main entrance was locked, and the entire building looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. However, to Han Fei's surprise, as soon as he approached, the rust in the center of the large lock on the door began to fall off, and an eyeball slowly opened.

It scanned Han Fei up and down, then the lock came off, and a pale arm covered in needle marks emerged from the crack in the door.

"Yin Shang?"

The arm continued to extend, eventually touching Han Fei's face. He endured the discomfort and did not resist.

A few seconds later, the arm grabbed Han Fei's shoulder and dragged him into the house like a rope.

Once Han Fei entered the pharmacy, the iron gate closed again, locking him inside the room.

"What about people?"

The shelves displaying medicines were overturned, and all sorts of drugs were scattered all over the floor. Some were for treating phobias, some were for treating various psychological disorders, and some were for diseases that Han Fei had never heard of before.

"This medicine seems to be the same as the one I got from the infirmary." Han Fei picked up a bottle of medicine and was about to examine it when the temperature in the room suddenly began to drop. A large shadow was expanding behind him, as if a giant octopus living in the deep sea was opening its mouth full of sharp teeth at him.

Holding the coin, Han Fei turned his head to look. The tattered black robe fluttered in the air, and twelve slender, pale arms emerged from under the robe, each with an eyeball embedded in its palm.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered a special ghost—the Yin Merchant, and successfully triggered the random shrine quest—Trade."

"Task requirement: Complete a transaction with the Yin Merchant."

Hearing the system notification, Han Fei's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. All signs indicated that Gao Cheng and Yin Shang knew each other, and it was highly unlikely that the other party would harm him.

Using the secrets to touch the depths of the soul, Han Fei grasped one of Yin Shang's hands.

The pale fingers, clearly from excessive medication, hooked onto Han Fei's flesh, and deep pain and uncontrollable greed surged into Han Fei's consciousness.

The monster had no intention of harming Han Fei. The black robe on its chest was slowly lifted, and it used its arm to pull out a withered human head from under the robe.

A head reeking of strong medicine stretched out in front of Han Fei. The head's mouth gradually twisted, and then a chilling, hoarse voice came out: "Cheng, what have you brought me this time?"

The voice came from inside the head; it seemed that Yin Shang had always communicated with Gao Cheng in this way.

"Do you have any new arrivals? Can I see the price list first?" Han Fei was unsure of the Yin Merchant's strength and was torn between buying and selling.

"Close your eyes." Yin Shang pulled Han Fei into the black robe. After a brief feeling of weightlessness, it took Han Fei to the basement of the pharmacy.

"These five rooms contain new products." Yin Shang held up the head, floating behind Han Fei: "The first room contains the child's obsession. He loves to play. If you are willing to play with him for an hour every day, he will not turn against you. Sacrifice two adults to me, and I can take him away."

Through the peephole in the door, Han Fei could see the ghost locked in the room. This ghost merchant was like a slave owner, selling ghosts as commodities.

As Han Fei walked past the doors of each room, he had no intention of making a deal with the Yin Merchant, but then a system notification suddenly sounded.

"Attention player number 0000! You have been identified as having a special resentment—jealousy."

"Jealousy (Growth-type Resentment): A newly formed aggregate of jealousy and hatred. Feeding it with curses and negative emotions can make it grow rapidly. This ghost has a very high probability of backfiring!"

Xu Qin is a curse aggregate, and this jealousy is a nascent jealousy aggregate. Han Fei felt that this thing had great potential: "I want to buy this ghost. Name your price."

"I need you to bring ten students."

"Impossible." Han Fei refused without even thinking.

“Makoto, the students in the school are meant to be sacrificed. I just need you to secretly send the children who were sacrificed to the Black Tower to me. This perfectly meets your criteria.”

“Students are absolutely out of the question, but I can bring you a teacher.” Han Fei’s mind conjured up Ma Jing’s smiling face; the class leader who had threatened him seemed to have a face that looked like a sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)