My Healing Games

Chapter 877 Longevity, Immortality, and Eternal Life
The ancestral hall was somewhat eerie, and the memorial tablets on the offering table seemed to be staring at Han Fei, as if the table was filled with the dead.

Gently pushing the altar, Han Fei discovered a tattered family genealogy book underneath. Most of the contents were illegible, and only a few words could be barely recognized.

"Longevity pupa, well of immortality, flesh that never ages—can a person become a ghost that eats age?"

The family genealogy records something terrifying: some of the Fu family ancestors did not seem to die; they transformed into a kind of half-human, half-ghost being through some special means.

"Black blood...flowed from the black box?"

Han Fei flipped through the family genealogy, trying to obtain useful information. He was completely focused when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Turning my head, I saw that the door to the ancestral hall had been closed at some point, and the ancestral tablets inside were trembling slightly. The ghost-faced door gods painted on the walls slowly emerged.

Normal door gods are deities, but the door gods in this ancestral hall have rotten faces and are all bones; it would be more appropriate to call them door ghosts.

"How can a stronghold of the living be guarded by ghosts? This place seems to have completely sided with the ghosts, and there is no point in trying to save it."

The black mist of greed surged forth, and the principal's large hand grabbed the two gate ghosts, dragging them into the abyss of greed.

Han Fei did not stop there. He looked at the offering table and said, "And you, none of you will escape tonight."

Along with all the memorial tablets on the altar, Han Fei swallowed everything in the ancestral hall that was tainted with ominous energy into the abyss of greed.

As Han Fei played with the black box sculpture, he discovered something interesting: the black box was carved in imitation of the black box in his mind, and the materials used were very special, so that even the black mist of greed and hatred could not penetrate it.

"If I can't open the real black box, surely I can open you?"

The healing starlight shone on the surface of the black box. Han Fei observed it carefully and found that the replica black box was filled with the faith of many villagers. It was also divided into two forms: redemption and destruction.

When healing a personality intrusion, the black box uses devout faith to block it; when hatred tries to invade, another evil force hidden within the black box awakens.

"It's a pretty clever design, but the person who made it probably didn't expect that I could open both sides of the black box at the same time, right?"

As the healing starlight completely enveloped the black box, a crack appeared in the abyss of greed, and the giant axe conjured by the nightmare of fear was raised high by the executioner.

The black box was still clinging on with the villagers' faith when, in the next moment, the giant axe formed from the nightmare of fear cleaved directly down on the black box!
The sound of bubbles bursting rang out, and the black box was forcibly opened. Inside was a person's pure black memories, like water flowing through fate, spreading outwards. Time in the village was altered, and everything slowed down.

Han Fei had always been curious about what was hidden inside the black box, and now he saw what was hidden inside the counterfeit black box.

It was a person's memory, a color of utter despair and lifelessness. His past was a blur, filled with negative emotions, and the word "tragedy" seemed to be tailor-made for him.

The stench of rotting flesh filled the air, the pain was excruciating, every second was acutely felt, time seemed to slow down, and his world seemed to freeze.

The memorial tablets swallowed by Han Fei into the abyss of greed seemed to have gone mad, scrambling for the filthy blood seeping from the black box of memories. They drank deeply of that person's despair, hoping to make themselves live a better life.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered a one-time C-grade shrine special item—Part of My Sorrow."

"Part of my sorrow: The sorrow of some people is placed in a box, unseen by anyone, and forbidden to be seen by anyone. People outside will keep putting the sorrow of some people into the box until it can no longer hold any more, and a gloomy and dark deep world will appear."

Han Fei was taken aback by the sudden system notification as he felt the flowing black memories.

Think about it carefully: the wooden plaques on the offering table, which are filled with empty promises and who are drinking the blood flowing from the Silent Box, are howling and celebrating, causing the entire ancestral hall to shake.

"Is the longevity of some villagers built on the deaths of others?"

Selfishness, greed, and insatiable desires led them to create a replica of the black box, which they then enshrined in the ancestral hall. Countless memorial tablets stared at it longingly, waiting to drink its blood.

The genealogy contains methods for making longevity pupae and the reasons for the formation of the Immortal Well. These methods that can help villagers live longer require some people to make sacrifices, and protection that takes sacrifice as a process is destined to be unfair.

The black box shattered, and Han Fei tried to collect the black memories flowing out of it, but with his current abilities, he was unable to grasp this special item from the most unique C-grade shrine. He could only watch helplessly as it dissipated in the air, the black dust drifting out of the shrine and falling into the well outside.

"Does the true black box also hold a person's sorrow?"

Han Fei opened both sides of the black box multiple times, but the black box seemed like an unsolvable mystery, with another box inside the first one.

The sudden knocking at the door made Han Fei stop thinking. He opened the door, and there stood villagers dressed in red funeral clothes and carrying white paper lanterns in the dense forest.

They surrounded the ancestral hall, their expressions sinister and terrifying, their faces deathly pale.

"All the living people in this survivor settlement have been controlled by ghosts and monsters." Han Fei glanced at the old people. Because they often drank water from the well, their bodies were severely deformed, becoming half-human and half-ghost. Many of the old people also had human-faced sores on their bodies, as if they were pieced together from several people.

"They kill others, taking away some lives to prolong their own lives, and as a result, their own bodies begin to show characteristics of other people. Is this the so-called secret to longevity?"

The elderly family who had previously hosted Han Fei were also among them. The old man had a plaster on his neck, and as the plaster fell off, a young man's face was revealed on the back of his neck.

Han Fei had read the investigation bureau's report. The young man's face on the back of the old man's neck was exactly the same as the messenger the investigation bureau had previously sent to the longevity village!
"Can you even be considered human beings?"

The entire village became accomplices of the ghosts. In order to live longer, they lost their humanity and were left with only an incorruptible body.

The ground was trembling, perhaps because the village sensed that Han Fei was not easy to deal with, and new changes had occurred.

One by one, the earthen graves were dug up, and family members hidden in each household came out, their numbers were astonishing.

The vast majority of them were incredibly old, their skin like layers of cloth, their features wrinkled, and their eyes devoid of any human light, only a fear of death and a constant hunger that filled their minds.

“I was going to give you a chance, but looking at the current situation, you are beyond saving.”

Han Fei was not bloodthirsty, but he would try to save the other party if there was even the slightest possibility. This was one of the reasons why he did not take direct action but chose to investigate slowly.

However, there is no need to be lenient now. Judging from the aura emanating from those villagers, they have already given up on being human.

Since they chose to become monsters, they became targets for Han Fei's elimination.

A black mist of greed surged from behind, with countless deep-sea fish swimming within it. All the villagers who harbored murderous intent towards Han Fei were harvested, their flesh and blood becoming offerings to a massive vengeful spirit, their souls being absorbed into the abyss.

When the village returned to normal, all the villagers had disappeared.

They drank the water from the Well of Immortality. Their thirst for immortality destroyed their humanity, and everyone wanted to kill Han Fei and divide his life.

"Now the investigation bureau is probably going to misunderstand and come to investigate, only to find that the village is gone after the investigation."

The night remained gloomy, the ghost realm was not destroyed, and the hatred remained.

"Let me guess where it's hiding?"

Other members of the Investigation Bureau prefer to conduct investigations during the day, as the ghosts' strength weakens somewhat at dawn. However, Han Fei is different; most of his strength comes from the ghosts in the Abyss of Greed, and the night is his domain.

Approaching the Well of Immortality, Han Fei raised the Rebirth Sword and aimed it at the well opening, slashing it with his sword.

Blood flowed from the wellhead, which was made of blue bricks. This well had swallowed countless living people and had become an extremely disgusting thing.

With each slash, Han Fei showed no mercy; he was determined to flatten the well!
The blade, imbued with the essence of humanity, cleaved open wounds that could never heal. What was hidden deep within the well could no longer endure it, and a piercing cry emanated from beneath the well!
The ground near the ancestral hall began to crack, and the surrounding trees began to grow wildly, with dark red blood vessels growing under their bark just like those of a person!
Large amounts of blood gushed from the well until the open space in the middle of the ancestral hall completely collapsed.

The winding and complex underground river was exposed before Han Fei's eyes, and he could see clearly that the underground river beneath the well had been transformed into thick blood vessels, twisting underground into a huge and ugly monster!

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered the hatred that has not yet condensed into black flame - Longevity."

All the blood vessels are connected in the center to a beating heart, and the sound of crying comes from the heart.

“This hatred is quite unique. My abyss of greed is just missing some decorations, so I’ll take it.”

Underground blood vessels connect the longevity village and the retirement home, and this connection is the key to the longevity.

Black flames burned around Han Fei, and the lost little girl and the giant fish in the black mist switched places, appearing directly next to his heart.

However, she still found it difficult to get close to the beating heart. The flow of time around the heart was different from other places. Once she entered a certain range, all movements would be slowed down infinitely.

"The hatred of the Yiyangtiannian Nursing Home possesses a power related to time, which is indeed somewhat terrifying."

There is more than one source of hatred in the haunted building. Longevity is probably the weakest of them all. Its main ability is not combat, but collecting offerings and connecting different areas.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for Han Fei. He is worried that the hatred in the retirement home will come out, so he simply lets the terrifying nightmares take action.

The childlike spirit of the ghost realm forcibly unfolds, covering the longevity ghost realm, weakening its influence on time.

The two, fueled by their hatred and burning with black flames, attacked together and successfully struck the enormous, beating heart.

“We must not let go of hatred that can affect time. Perhaps the reason why Gao Xing can build a shrine about the future is because of the assistance of this special ability.”

The black mist of greed poured downwards, and even with all his strength, Han Fei could not suck his heart into the abyss.

With no other choice, Han Fei drew the Rebirth Butcher's Blade. Since he couldn't bring longevity whole into the abyss of greed, he would cut it into several different parts and take them with him!

Using his power of words to unleash his potential three times, Han Fei severed all the blood vessels connected to his heart at top speed. Enduring the incredibly piercing cries, he finally swallowed his heart from the ground into the abyss.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully imprisoned the hatred that has not yet been ignited—Longevity."

"Longevity (Hatred): There are four very special hatreds in this city, namely Longevity, Natural Lifespan, Immortality, and Eternal Life!"

(End of this chapter)