My Healing Games

Chapter 868 Their Fear Is Below Me

Zheng Li heard a familiar voice on the phone, and she began to scream uncontrollably, clutching her hair tightly with both hands. The wound that Han Fei had just bandaged started bleeding again.

"I didn't tell anyone! Get away! Get away!"

She seemed to see something that Han Fei hadn't seen, staring at the empty room and crying out at the top of her lungs.

Han Fei could feel Zheng Li's body temperature dropping. As he spent more time with Zheng Li, the room in his eyes slowly changed. Drops of blood slid down the cracks in the house, and an invisible hand was turning over the bedding and sheets. The unseen monster seemed to want to hide in the girl's room and wait for her to come home.

Normally, Han Fei would not feel fear at all, but his heart was shaken by an unknown force. Wu Chang and Xing Fu were clearly standing beside him, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them and Han Fei. No matter how Han Fei called out, the two large resentful spirits remained unmoved.

"Fear is contagious!"

The fear originating from Zheng Li's heart is like a highly contagious disease; everyone who comes into contact with her will be gradually dragged into an unknown illusion.

“The dean understands human nature very well. He knows that the more determined a person is, the more difficult they are to deal with. So he started by targeting the group members who had not completely overcome their inner shadows, using them as a breakthrough point to let fear spread within the group.”

Han Fei tried to trigger his greedy personality, preparing to unleash his hatred directly, but something unexpected happened again.

His consciousness seemed to be isolated somewhere, unable to communicate with the personalities in his mind or contact the ghosts within.

“I understand. This power of hatred doesn’t target the body. From the moment I stepped into the Ghost Realm, it has tried every means to attack my mind and will, trying to imprison my consciousness.”

"I should be in a state of separation between consciousness and body now. The Dean's talent should be able to forcibly extract the consciousness of a living person."

The Third Mental Hospital truly lives up to its reputation as the best "mental disease control center" in Shanghai, as it retains various "treatment plans" for "mental problems." Han Fei was probably the primary target, since he had been there once before and had taken away the grieving girl.

"Indeed, no amount of hatred should be underestimated." After Han Fei realized this, he suddenly felt his back getting heavier and heavier. He turned his head and saw that a large number of black flowers were growing on Zheng Li's body. She was constantly swelling up, and her once pretty face was now deformed, with blood flowing from her seven orifices. She looked somewhat terrifying.

The flower that grew from Zheng Li's body wanted to burrow into Han Fei's body, so he had no choice but to put Zheng Li down first.

"Those black flowers must be the plague in the spiritual world. If we want to truly save Zheng Li and the other team members, we must eliminate the Dean at the source."

Without much hesitation, Han Fei prepared to leave. He tried to recall Wuchang and Xingfu, but the two large resentful figures gradually became illusory. They were struggling and resisting something, as if they heard Han Fei's voice, but could not find Han Fei's location. In the end, they did not obey Han Fei's command and disappeared on their own.

The screams still echoed in other parts of the building, but this time Han Fei did not go over: "I cannot contact anyone else for the time being. I need to prevent myself from being invaded by the Black Flower."

The stronger a person's will, the longer they can persevere, and their fear will keep multiplying until finally all the fear of everyone is pressing down on one person.

Han Fei had prepared for the worst, bearing everyone's fear, to find the exit from the realm of consciousness!
Looking out the window, the gap the middle-aged woman had opened had disappeared; oppression, despair, and misery were the prevailing themes here.

Before he had been standing still for even a minute, Han Fei heard a rustling sound above him again. Looking up, he saw a spider the size of a palm hiding next to the door. Its body was only slightly larger than a normal spider, but what was creepy was that it had a human head the size of a soccer ball, making it look bizarre and terrifying.

"And who is afraid of this?"

As more and more people fall victim, the terrifying things will increase. Han Fei did not linger. He checked his pockets and found that the paper airplane, the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife, and the blood-red paper figure given to him by Number Two were all gone. Only his consciousness had been pulled in.

"This dean's abilities are truly disgusting."

The atmosphere of fear and oppression grew stronger and stronger. Just as Han Fei was about to randomly explore in one direction, the voice of Number Two suddenly rang in his mind.

"Go forward, enter the corridor, go down, and after passing three seventh floors, go to the second room from the left."

Although the paper airplane stained with Number Two's blood could not be brought in, Number Two, who had dealt with the dean before, seemed to have anticipated this situation. The bloody words on the paper airplane transformed into Number Two's voice, which resounded directly in the depths of Han Fei's consciousness.

"No matter how powerful the dean is, he probably can't simulate Number Two's voice, right?" Han Fei suddenly sped up, shaking off the Spider-Man, and ran into the dark stairwell.

The filthy stairwell was covered in a thick, black liquid, and the walls were painted with various bloody images. It seemed that the madmen had captured the doctor and were treating him.

With his extraordinary photographic memory, Han Fei memorized most of the patterns on the wall.

He ran downstairs, but it seemed he was caught in another loop. The building seemed to have no first floor. He ran from the ninth floor to the second floor, and then back to the ninth floor.

The only difference is that the images on the walls have changed; the surgeries on the patients are becoming increasingly brutal, and fewer and fewer doctors are surviving on the walls.

What do these things represent?

The screams inside the building became more frequent, and many of them were voices that Han Fei recognized. The Investigation Bureau had made thorough preparations in advance, but an unexpected situation still occurred. The Dean and ordinary Hatred were not on the same level in their use of abilities.

With no time to spare, when Han Fei passed the seventh floor for the third time, he suddenly changed direction and rushed into the second room from the left in the corridor.

Behind the pure white door was a ward undergoing changes. The bloodstains on the walls were fading, and the original room layout was being covered up by some force. Han Fei witnessed all of this.

"what is that?"

During the transition of the ward, a doctor in a white coat suddenly appeared, holding a black box in his hands.

Upon sensing Han Fei's presence, the contents of the box seemed to come alive, banging against the lid.

"stop!"

Han Fei threw a punch at the doctor. Caught off guard, the doctor instinctively raised the black box to defend himself. Han Fei's fist knocked the black box over, and a head riddled with holes fell out.

His ordinary features were shrouded in a certain emotion, and his face was always smiling.

"Attention player number 0000: You have discovered the Joyful Personality. This special personality comes from a patient in a mental hospital and has been stripped away by hatred."

Before Han Fei could react, his head vanished the moment his hand touched the smiling face, the changes in the ward ceased, and the mental pollution Han Fei was experiencing seemed to have worsened.

"Is this spiritual realm constructed using countless personalities? Did I just destroy one of its key elements?"

He wanted to ask the doctor for clarification, but the moment the black box was opened, the doctor let out a scream, his whole body burst into black flames, and he was burned to ashes.

The doctors in these hospitals seem to have their souls bound to a black box that stores their personalities. Once the black box they are guarding is opened, they will be killed as well. This arrangement of hatred is probably to prevent doctors from stealing their "personality collections".

"Get out! Don't take the stairs, find the elevator, stay inside! Wait for the next doctor to appear!"

Number Two's voice rang out again deep in Han Fei's consciousness. He immediately opened the ward door, took a step out, and splashed water everywhere. Han Fei fell into a dark swimming pool.

How could there be such a large swimming pool in a mental hospital?

A large black shadow was spreading out below the water not far away, and a corpse was floating on the water, which looked like a member of Investigation Team Nine.

"People's fears have been aroused, and the ghost realm will become more and more complex and dangerous."

He struggled to swim, but it was as if Han Fei was in a nightmare he couldn't wake up from; the underwater shadow was always faster than him.

The more anxious you are, the more you want to escape, the closer the shadow gets.

When Han Fei turned around again, something touched his face. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the corpse had floated behind him, its hair seemingly trying to wrap around his neck.

“His biggest fear is related to water, and the exit may be hidden in a place he will never reach.”

Han Fei looked around. The swimming pool seemed to expand on its own, and the more frightened he became, the further he moved from the shore.

"There are no stairs on the shore, so could the exit be under the pool?"

The sound of weeping rang in my ears, and the corpse's face twitched little by little, as if something was about to crawl out from beneath its features.

Without further hesitation, Han Fei took a deep breath and plunged into the water.

Corpses floated in the water. Han Fei swam in the direction the corpses had come from. Behind a large shadow, he saw a blood-red number. At the bottom of the pool, there was a closed elevator door.

"Everything I've experienced is someone else's fear. Only by escaping other people's nightmares can I find a way out."

Han Fei rushed into the shadows at top speed. He heard all sorts of strange noises and saw the fearful scene of the investigation bureau member.

Also in the swimming pool, several thugs forced him to strip naked and jump into the water, then threw various insects and snakes that he feared into the pool.

The shadows in my heart turned into nightmares, with all sorts of terrifying things hiding in the water.

"Fortunately, I'm not afraid of these things."

No insect is more disgusting than a butterfly, and the pure malice in a person's heart can outshine a venomous snake by a mile.

Passing through the shadows in the water and enduring mental torment, Han Fei arrived at the underwater elevator. He pressed the switch, and the numbers on the elevator display screen began to change.

A dozen seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and Han Fei fell inside the elevator.

He felt as if what he had just experienced was a hallucination. He was panting heavily and gagging, but his clothes were not wet at all.

The pure white elevator doors slowly closed. Han Fei sat in the corner. He was certain that this was the elevator of the mental hospital, and the familiar pungent smell of medicine still lingered in the air.

"Number Two told me to wait for the doctor in the elevator, but what if something terrifying gets into the elevator?"

Having regained some of his energy, Han Fei stood up again. He didn't know where he was going and could only passively follow the elevator.

The numbers on the display screen kept changing and soon stopped on the third floor.

The elevator doors opened, and an elderly man in a hospital gown entered the elevator, with a hanged ghost riding on his shoulder.

"Young man, why are you staring at me like that?" The old man touched his neck; he seemed to have been feeling some soreness in his shoulders lately.

"I think your hairstyle is quite trendy and makes you look younger. You probably only look to be in your sixties, right?" Han Fei's expression remained unchanged, as if he couldn't see the hanged man at all.

The old man's face twitched slightly: "Next year is my fiftieth birthday. If you can't speak well, you can try to be an introverted person."

"The old man has a good eye for people. I'm so socially anxious." Han Fei showed no fear whatsoever. Even though the hanged ghost was right in his face, he kept staring in the direction of the old man, chatting and laughing.

Not long after, the elevator stopped on the fifth floor again. Accompanied by the sound of a child crying, a pregnant woman with a large belly entered the elevator, followed by a deformed child with an unusually large head.

"Baby, you must be a good boy from now on. You must never be like your ugly brother, causing trouble everywhere and ending up falling into the lake, causing so much trouble for so many people." The pregnant woman was in a good mood, as if she had solved a problem that had bothered her for a long time.

"Fell into the lake?" Han Fei glanced at the child out of the corner of his eye. His clothes were soaked through and water was still dripping from his body. His skin was also pale from being soaked.

"That happened several months ago, and we still haven't found his body." The pregnant woman's words showed no sadness, which was highly unusual.

The elevator stopped at almost every floor, and more and more strange patients entered. Without exception, they were all accompanied by ghosts, but no one seemed to be able to see them.

Han Fei remained quite calm, chatting casually with everyone. The crowded elevator car was filled with a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.

Even amidst the laughter and chatter, the elevator stopped on the ninth floor, and a member of the investigation team appeared outside.

The elevator was packed with ghosts, so tightly packed that the investigation team members couldn't even spot Han Fei.

He wanted to escape by elevator, but who knew that he would see such a terrifying scene when the elevator doors opened.

His pupils dilated, his face contorted with terror, and after a scream, he turned and ran!

After discovering that this person could see ghosts, the originally festive atmosphere in the elevator instantly turned gloomy. The patients and ghosts stared intently at the investigation team members, their mouths opening and closing, repeating the same words, before all of them chased after them.

"Don't be afraid!"

Han Fei also wanted to save that person, but Number Two had told him to stay in the elevator: "It's too late."

The elevator doors slowly closed, then reopened on the eleventh floor. A doctor holding a black box appeared outside. The corridor behind him was filled with bloodstains, but the elevator in front of him was perfectly normal.

"What personality will it be this time?"

The doctor was a little puzzled to see that Han Fei was the only one in the elevator, but he still subconsciously stepped into the elevator.

As he turned to press the button on the panel, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. At that moment, Han Fei's face was reflected on the screen, and the man revealed an extremely terrifying smile.

"My grandfather told me to be an introvert, so I won't waste my breath on you."

With his arms locked around the doctor's neck, Han Fei slammed him against the elevator door, forcibly opening the black box containing the personality.

(End of this chapter)