My Healing Games

Chapter 833 Is this a histrionic personality disorder?

Once separated from the crowd, Han Fei returned to his weak state. He looked half-dead, as if one foot was already in a coffin, and even beggars on the roadside had to make way for him.

"Gao Cheng! Stop loitering around here, the principal is calling a morning meeting!"

Director Ya called all the teachers to the conference room. The events of the morning had angered the principal, but he was not blinded by anger. The most important thing right now was the assessment, or rather, the sacrifice for the Black Building.

The matter of catching the murderer will be dealt with after the assessment. The principal told all teachers to be on high alert, take good care of the students in their classes, and strengthen security within the college.

After explaining everything, the principal kept Yan Lan behind and let the others leave first.

"You're quite the actor." Wang Chuqing followed behind Han Fei and muttered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Why don't you quit being a teacher and become an actor? I think you have a lot of potential."

“I’ve never pretended; it’s all genuine.” Han Fei took out a white token from his pocket: “What else did you steal from Shiwei Pavilion last night? I remember there was something that seemed to be a resentful heart.”

"You remember that clearly. Resentment can only be formed under very rare circumstances by the most special kinds of resentment. If you want it, you can exchange it for a white card."

"The assessment is tomorrow night. Come to Ankang Pharmacy at nine o'clock tonight, and I'll give you the blank sign."

Han Fei readily agreed, which made Wang Chuqing a little uncomfortable. He glanced at Han Fei hesitantly and asked cautiously, "You're not planning to kill me to cover your tracks, are you?"

"Am I that kind of person?" Han Fei was speechless. He had always been good at handling workplace relationships, but people always had a prejudice against him, and he himself didn't know why.

Wang Chuqing didn't say anything and quickly left.

"Teacher Wang is so shy."

Back in Class 7, Han Fei first wrote the words "Self-study" in large characters on the blackboard, then picked up a small stool and prepared to go out.

Stepping down from the podium, Han Fei noticed that student number four was exhausted and sleeping on his desk. He gently tapped the desk and said, "Put on your coat to sleep; you'll easily catch a cold like that."

Number Four sat up with a frown, his eyes filled with a deathly aura, as if his personality was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

It was obvious that Number 4 used his personality abilities multiple times last night.

"By the way, there's something I've been wanting to ask you." Han Fei placed the stool next to the desk and looked at Number Four very seriously: "How do I trigger the power of my personality? I know what my personality is, but it's always been hidden in my mind."

Number Four didn't expect Han Fei to ask these questions, since Han Fei should be the teacher.

Turning to look at children number one and number two, and seeing that they did not object, number four then spoke: "Personality is the mark you leave on your entire life. It is a gem formed from all your memories and experiences. It can help you get through despair, but it can also push you into the abyss."

"Could you explain it in simpler terms? I also want to use the power that comes with my personality." Han Fei has already mastered the use of the Greedy personality. As long as he activates his Healing personality, the perpetual motion machine that devours ghosts will be completed.

“The world has been changed by calamity and is no longer the same as before. It is filled with intense emotions everywhere. Ghosts are formed from obsessions and negative emotions, while personalities are formed by transforming obsessions and emotions into power while alive.” Number Four touched his chest: “Mobilize your emotions, do not be disturbed by anything, immerse yourself in your own world of memories, embrace your personalities, and you will be able to control them and unleash their true potential.”

For some people, doing these things is not difficult, such as Type Four: "If you really can't awaken your personality, then try to do the corresponding things. For example, a fearless personality needs to be fearless. You can challenge some dangerous things or put yourself in an extremely dangerous environment."

"Is it the right medicine for the symptoms?" Han Fei has always believed that he has a healing personality, and that to awaken this personality, he might need to heal other people's psychological trauma.

Some of the children in Class 7 have personality defects, but Han Fei will not use these children as experiments. He needs a target that he can experiment with without restraint.

“Even if most people awaken their personality, they cannot freely mobilize its power. They often need psychological suggestion, which can be a song, an action, an object, etc.” Squad leader No. 5 also came over: “That’s all we can say. The rest is up to you to figure out.”

"The feeling of healing, plus the psychological suggestion..." Han Fei didn't bother the children anymore; he took his stool and left the classroom.

Han Fei, who was about to eavesdrop on other classes, ran into Yan Lan, a female teacher who was about the same height as him and had an aura that kept strangers at bay.

"Good morning, Teacher Yan. Did the principal give you any trouble?" Before Han Fei could finish speaking, Yan Lan's fist grazed his ear and landed on the wall!

Cracks spread behind Han Fei, and the crisp sound was chilling.

Metal spikes pierced both sides of her spine, and Yan Lan exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine. Her gloomy face approached Han Fei, like a ravenous beast: "You madman, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Have you ever seen a madman as passive as me?" Han Fei dared not move rashly. He could see the murderous intent surging like a tsunami in Yan Lan's eyes.

"Are those twenty-seven lives related to you?" Yan Lan's voice was icy cold: "You punched me through the chest, you're imitating my crime!"

"I don't have that kind of ability, but the twenty-seven people who were killed last night did not die unjustly. After they gained privileges, they stopped caring about the lives of others and used other people's children as sacrifices to ensure their own safety. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

“Fairness?” Yan Lan’s finger bones made a chilling sound: “There is no fairness in this city.”

“I didn’t before because I hadn’t made up my mind.” Han Fei’s expression remained unchanged, calm and rational, and he was very composed even in the face of the threat of death: “The school was originally established to protect survivors and fight against ghosts and monsters. This is not a canteen for vengeful ghosts. If no one is willing to change, then I will be the boy who tears the emperor’s new clothes.”

"The principal will kill you!"

"I'm already very touched that you could say that. At least you're not the one who wants to kill me." Han Fei patted Yan Lan's arm. "A fearless personality is the most beautiful hymn to humanity, but only by walking on the right path can you be fearless and undaunted. So I hope you don't waste it."

Yan Lan neither implicated Han Fei nor harmed him; all these signs indicate that she has wavered.

The students in Class 7 originally planned to use someone else to do their dirty work, but Han Fei has now created a better option.

When the bell rang, Han Fei took his stool and left. While listening to other teachers' classes, he brought back the useful information he had summarized to Class 7.

As the assessment drew closer, the atmosphere at the school grew tense. Every teacher did their utmost to teach the students, hoping to increase their chances of survival.

The daytime passed quickly, and after the students left the classroom one after another, Ma Jing intercepted Han Fei in the corridor.

"Teacher Gao, you've been getting quite close to Teacher Wang lately? When did you two become so friendly?"

"Teacher Wang is very enthusiastic. He wants to give me ghost blood and all sorts of cursed items. I can't refuse his kindness!" Han Fei looked at Ma Jing with a smile. After observing him carefully, he found that the other party did indeed have a face that was very suitable to be a sacrifice.

"Then you should think carefully about whether ghost blood tastes better or living is more important." Ma Jing took out a photo: "I have many similar things. The principal is currently worried about how to give the residents of the stronghold an explanation. I hope you will not become the scapegoat."

"We'll make the deal at Ankang Pharmacy after dark tonight. I need to make sure you destroy everything." Han Fei's voice trailed off.

"Why are you going to Ankang Pharmacy? You're not planning to team up with the Yin merchants to kill me, are you?" Ma Jing's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, looked like those of a venomous snake.

“I can’t be sure you’ve destroyed everything. To prevent you from leaking it, I have no choice but to drag you onto this mess and have you complete a deal with the shady merchant.” Han Fei narrowed his eyes. “Who knows if you have backups? What if you turn back on me the moment I hand you the white slip? Or what if you use this to blackmail me again next time?”

Han Fei's words made a lot of sense, and Ma Jing began to think about it as well. The two sides didn't trust each other; if things continued like this, the transaction couldn't be completed.

“Okay, let’s go to Ankang Pharmacy.” Ma Jing reached out and grabbed Han Fei’s arm. Gao Cheng’s figure was reflected in his glasses. “Don’t try anything funny, or I’ll make you suffer a terrible death, and your students won’t escape either.”

"Enough with the nonsense." Han Fei shook off the other person's hand. "See you at nine tonight."

Returning to the teachers' apartment alone, Han Fei recalled Number Four's words. He immersed his consciousness in his mind, trying to gather the fragments of his own memories together. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not form a healing personality. Instead, the abyss of the greedy personality was growing, as if it wanted to devour Han Fei's mind.

"Gao Cheng has been tormented by Gao Xing in the shrine's memory world for countless years. He can't be viewed with the eyes of a normal person. Who knows what he's plotting? I must awaken my own personality as soon as possible."

After packing his items into his backpack, Han Fei left the school more than an hour early.

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At 8:55 p.m., Ma Jing arrived at Ankang Pharmacy, completely disguised. In order not to reveal his identity, he deliberately changed his appearance and released the ghostly aura from his glasses.

"That bastard Gao Cheng wouldn't betray me, would he? His mind is highly polluted, and he's on the verge of madness. He probably can't use his own personality anymore, and he's no match for me in a head-on fight." Everyone in the school knows that Gao Cheng's mind was highly polluted after escaping the haunted building. Although ghost blood can cleanse mental pollution, ingesting ghost blood is a form of slow suicide, causing irreversible damage to the body. Considering all of the above, Ma Jing felt that he couldn't possibly lose.

"Time is passing so slowly." He hid in the shadows, observing his surroundings with some irritation.

At exactly nine o'clock, another figure appeared at the end of the street. Wang Chuqing arrived at Ankang Pharmacy on time, just as agreed with Han Fei.

Last night, Lao Wang saved Han Fei, and the two had become acquainted through life and death. Wang Chuqing thought Han Fei would keep his promise, so to show his sincerity, he not only brought the Heart of the Vengeful Spirit, but also the rest of his ghost blood.

"Wang Chuqing?" Ma Jing's eyes turned terrifying the moment he saw Wang Chuqing: "He's here too?"

Various thoughts popped into Ma Jing's head, and he began to quickly weigh the pros and cons. But before he could come up with a solution, he suddenly heard the sound of a coin being tossed in the air.

The shadow where Ma Jing was hiding was like the open mouth of a giant beast, with boundless, greedy black mist biting down on him!
"You dare to scheme against me?!" Ma Jing watched as student figures emerged from his ordinary glasses, their necks bound with white ropes, like puppets he had made, as they frantically charged into the black mist.

As a school teacher, Ma Jing has a unique personality. He puts himself at the center of everything he does, and all students and family members can only be second, and are all objects that can be used.

The black mist swallowed the students whole without even making a ripple. Sensing something was wrong, Ma Jing took off his glasses: "A bunch of useless trash!"

His memories flooded his pupils, and the images of his parents and brother appeared deep in his eyes. In order to survive the great disaster, he turned his parents and brother into special ghosts.

The strong older brother withstood the engulfing black mist, while the parents transformed into ghostly figures and swiftly traversed through it.

"Gao Cheng! Don't let me find you! I'll turn you into a ghost too!"

Ma Jing was still frantically searching for Han Fei when he suddenly heard Han Fei's agonizing and desperate screams coming from outside the black mist: "Save me! Ma Jing wants to kill me!"

A question mark appeared in Ma Jing's mind as he was trapped in the black fog: he was trapped himself, so why was Han Fei screaming in such pain?
Outside the black mist, Han Fei was pierced by blood-red paper ghosts all over his body. He struggled to crawl out of the black mist, constantly spitting out blood-stained pieces of paper. The curse had already penetrated into his heart!
"Ma Jing wants to kill me, stop him..." Han Fei crawled forward and collapsed not far from Wang Chuqing.

Wang Chuqing was horrified to see the curse crawling all over Han Fei's body and even burrowing into his heart: "Who tortured you into this state?"

After completing the Blood Feast quest, Han Fei was given a chance to open his inventory. He chose the Blood-Red Paper Doll; the curse that had pierced his heart came from Xu Qin, and this pitiful appearance was the Blood-Red Paper Doll's embrace. However, Wang Chuqing had never seen such a scene before and was completely terrified.

"It was Ma Jing who killed the administrators; he's connected to the Yin Merchants! He even wants to sacrifice the children at the school!" A dying man's words are often kind; in his death throes, Han Fei pointed at the black mist: "Kill him! You must kill him!"

Seeing Han Fei in such a miserable state, Wang Chuqing took out the knife wrapped in black cloth. For the first time, he shook off the black cloth and rushed into the black mist of greed.

(End of this chapter)