My Healing Games

Chapter 839 The Monsters Have All Arrived
Screams rang out in the withdrawal ward. The patient wearing the melon-shaped cap did not cry out in pain; instead, he was worried that his operation would be distorted and he would not be able to quickly press the numbers on the calculator.

He was a true patient, chaotic, withdrawn, and capricious, isolated by society, yet cherished by ghosts during a great disaster.

"As expected of the sacrifice chosen by the Dean, his blood seems to be able to blend into the negative emotions of the Black Tower."

The blood mist drifted away, like a stream flowing into a river, staining the walls with blood-red veins. Only then did Han Fei see that there was a spiderweb-like aura of hatred inside the black building. Those twisted and perverse emotions were intertwined inside the building, making it impossible for anyone to escape.

"Is this why hatred controls the Black Tower?"

The old man was unwilling to leave, and Han Fei did not force him. He picked up Xiao Lingdang, who possessed a silent personality, and ran wildly following the trajectory of the dissipating blood mist. When the mist dimmed to the point of obscurity, he continued to bleed.

"Only when the blood of patients is used as a sacrifice can the building be seen in its original form. These buildings, which are occupied by hatred, have become integrated with the deeper world."

From the outside, the annex appears to have only seven floors, but in reality, there are countless long corridors running between the floors, extending into the boundless darkness, with no one knowing where they lead.

Han Fei had no intention of investigating. He had already bled the dean's offerings in advance, which alerted all the ghosts and patients in the annex. Doors hidden in the darkness were opened, and all sorts of patients emerged from them.

The director designed the most terrifying growth path for each patient based on their condition, using their personalities as building blocks to construct the dark building, and completely integrating them into the Third Mental Hospital.

A dark mist of greed swept through, but Han Fei was fortunate to have taken out the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade. With this sharp blade clearing the way, he caught many ghosts off guard.

Inside the dark building, no ghost or monster could stop his blade.

Seeing the ghost he feared killed, the little bell that had been silent twitched slightly at the corner of its mouth. Its life was like a nightmare from which it would never wake up, except now a knight wielding a butcher's knife had appeared in that nightmare.

"How long has the disaster lasted? How many people have died in this dark building? Why does it feel like the ghosts and monsters are endless?" Han Fei entered the annex building, but he already felt extremely exhausted.

Gritting his teeth, Han Fei began to fight desperately, using his power of words to constantly accelerate himself.

Unlike Han Fei, who fought to the death, the monsters in the abyss of greed treated it like a festival. The black mist dragged all the patients and vengeful spirits that Han Fei had injured into the abyss, allowing the monsters that belonged to Han Fei to devour them madly.

In order to leave before the hatred could react, Han Fei had no choice but to summon Xing Fu again. This massive resentment opened up a final path for Han Fei and also completely awakened the hatred in the main building.

"Drop the offerings! Don't look back!"

The screams of the grieving daughter echoed in his ears. Han Fei had already reached the end of the bloodline. He smashed the window in front of him and jumped down from the height.

Shards of glass ripped through his skin and tore through the night. Han Fei seemed to have shattered a mirror, or perhaps he had emerged from deep water.

The blood-red paper figure supported Han Fei's body. He turned his head and forcibly withdrew the crazed Xingfu, then sprinted away from the mental hospital at top speed.

The temperature had not returned to normal, and the icy feeling lingered in his heart. Han Fei ran more than a hundred meters before daring to check the situation behind him.

The once deathly silent mental hospital is now bustling with people. Figures stand behind the dark windows, and the doors of all the wards in the main building are trembling, as if a large number of patients are pounding on the wards, trying to get out.

"These monsters are impossible to kill, there are just too many! How did the world become like this?" Seeing this scene, Han Fei had no idea how people were going to change this city. Just one black building was enough to slaughter all the living people in the school stronghold.

After running several hundred meters in one breath, Han Fei waited until his body temperature returned to normal, then randomly found an abandoned house and hid inside.

"The mental pollution index is rising too fast; the healing personality can't completely offset it yet." Han Fei sat down next to the blood-red paper figure and the grieving woman, holding a small bottle. The paper figure had been carrying the grieving woman on its back while they were fleeing. "How exactly is ghost blood produced? Why do some ghosts not have ghost blood or resentment?"

Han Fei looked puzzled... and pursed his lips.

“Everyone has a different definition of ghost blood. In my opinion, ghost blood is the purest obsession of a ghost, the only pure memory left in the ghost’s turbid and filthy soul.” The woman showed no sign of shedding tears of blood; her voice was cold and inhuman.

Han Fei nodded, holding the small bottle, then stared at the woman for a moment before returning to his original position, somewhat awkwardly.

"Attention Player No. 0000! The vengeful spirit imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed—the Disease Core—has successfully transformed into a medium-sized vengeful spirit!"

"New special ability - Psychological Pollution: Able to create a source of mental pollution, infecting all living people who have come into contact with the source, and destroying the will of a group."

After consuming a large number of patients, the pathogenic core successfully broke through, its growth rate far exceeding Han Fei's expectations. This world seems to have very few restrictions on ghosts and monsters; ghosts driven by hatred can easily break through. Devouring other vengeful ghosts, offering sacrifices, and fusing with their own kind can all rapidly enhance their strength.

"Once I fill the abyss of greed with massive amounts of resentment, I should be equivalent to a black building, right?" Han Fei simply bandaged the melon-shaped hat and then ignored it, focusing all his efforts on using his healing personality to clear the mental pollution from his mind.

In this future where the deep world and reality merge, Han Fei feels like a fish in water; he seems to have been born to deal with this worst possible future.

In a peaceful and stable era, Han Fei could only be an actor, but in such a chaotic and destructive era, his ambition could be amplified infinitely until he looked down upon the gods.

As the mental pollution index gradually decreased, Han Fei's mood improved slightly, and he looked around.

The blood-red paper figures were devouring the curse on the deceased girl. Little Bell sat alone on the ground, silent. The patient wearing the melon-shaped hat also became unusually quiet.

"Finally, things have calmed down." Han Fei patted the patient on the shoulder, but the patient collapsed, seemingly falling into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

"Oh no!" Han Fei quickly hoisted the man up: "You can't die! We'll need your blood to guide us into the Black Tower next time. If you die, the blood won't be fresh!"

Han Fei found a small car and took the male patient and Lingdang to Yin Shang.

Ankang Pharmacy has various medicines to treat their injuries. More importantly, Han Fei knows that the school and the Black Building are connected, and it would be too dangerous to take the patients back.

In exchange for the soul of an evil person, the Yin Merchant agreed to temporarily take care of the male patient and Xiao Lingdang. In fact, the Yin Merchant was also very interested in these two patients with special personalities, as they were both top-quality sacrifices.

After dealing with everything, Han Fei, with the cooperation of the woman who had lost her daughter, also brought her into the Abyss of Greed and took her back to the school base.

After a busy night, Han Fei was utterly exhausted. He quietly slipped into the canteen and devoured meat. For him, eating meat was a double relaxation, both mentally and physically.

"It's the third day..."

As dawn broke, Han Fei, looking as if his condition had worsened, walked out of the faculty dormitory.

He leaned against the wall, coughing violently from time to time, as if his body was about to fall apart.

A cacophony of noise erupted from the school's main gate as people gathered again, their eyes filled with anger and fear.

Another person died last night, and quite a lot of them!

These residents don't know who the murderer is, so they can only vent their stress on the school because they have given everything to the school, but the school has not kept its promises.

The rumors circulating among the crowd about the principal became increasingly outrageous, and the fragile trust between the residents of the outpost and the school was completely destroyed.

“The principal has lost the support of the people, and the school’s status has been shaken. No one will trust the teachers and the principal anymore.” Han Fei silently watched the angry people: “Everyone thinks there is something wrong with the principal. If the principal is killed now, then many things can be framed on him.”

Many members of the base's management knew about the principal's connection to the Black Building and were aware of the truth behind the assessment, but they had kept quiet about it for their own benefit.

Those being killed now are all from the management team. These decision-makers, dominated by fear, only then began to consider whether the principal was a suitable candidate.

Many ordinary people in the outpost are unaware of the truth, and they want to replace them with a leader who can bring them hope and even reclaim those buildings.

The management wanted to find a new puppet who could make deals with the Black Building and guarantee their safety.

The two sides reached a subtle agreement, which led to the argument at the school gate. It was a demonstration, but also a test.

"The principal should be able to find out who the murderer is soon, but tonight is the assessment, so he definitely won't kill those 'excellent' sacrifices prepared for ghosts and monsters."

The principal probably wanted to settle accounts after the assessment, but those children would likely choose to settle things before the assessment. Today was the first hurdle that Han Fei and those thirty children had to overcome after entering the shrine's memory world.

Upon entering the teaching building, Han Fei pushed open the door to Class 7's room, where everyone was already seated.

He breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that no one was missing. This small detail was noticed by the class monitor and number two.

"Teacher, are you worried about us?" Class monitor number five helped the "weak" Han Fei to a chair.

"No matter what, you are all my students, and I will do everything in my power to protect you." Han Fei was interrupted by a cold laugh before he could speak. He looked down at the students below the podium, where Number Four was slumped over his desk, his eyes burning with an uncontrollable death glint: "Is what I said ridiculous?"

"Gao Cheng, who unexpectedly regained his sight during the catastrophe, was later imprisoned in Xinhu Prison on suspicion of murder. After the catastrophe fully erupted, he sacrificed himself to all the prisoners in the prison; later, to escape the ghosts, he sacrificed himself to the survivors of an entire building. He has a twisted personality, is insidious and cunning, and is a despicable, shameless, crazy and terrifying bastard." Number Four recited Gao Cheng's information: "Teacher, you should stop living behind a mask. I can see the terrifying death aura on you. The people you killed are all clinging to your soul. They haven't gone far."

"If you could really see it, you'd understand that everyone I killed deserved to die." Han Fei noticed that Number Four was injured and somewhat mentally unstable, so he decided to help the kid: "You seemed to have overused your personality last night?"

"I stayed in my dorm all night and didn't go anywhere." Number Four didn't respond at all.

"The assessment is about to begin, so we should be more open with each other. Since you're unwilling to open up, I'll take the initiative to reach out to you." Han Fei stepped down from the podium and shook hands with Number Four in front of the whole class: "I am both a teacher and a doctor, and these two noble professions are the essence of my life."

"I think you're more of a monster!" Number Four tried to pull his hand back, but Han Fei had already used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.

"Haven't you noticed that one of our former companions is missing? How could a complete team be without healing power?"

Rather than healing others, Han Fei was better at forcibly opening the hearts of his patients.

Number Four's soul stood atop countless tombstones, merging with the will to die. The world he saw, like his personality, was fragmented, filthy, and ugly, filled with a tendency toward self-destruction.

How could you forget him?

Starlight and hope fell into the graveyard occupied by death. Han Fei did not want to change Number Four. He simply manipulated the healing personality to repair the wounds on Number Four's soul with the gentlest power.

At first, Number Four resisted fiercely, but gradually, Number Four, who was originally the most hostile to Han Fei, began to look at him differently.

From shock to confusion, and finally silence.

Number Two saw all of this, and he buttoned up the last button of his collar, finally smiling: "Now everyone's here."

(End of this chapter)