My Healing Games

Chapter 898 A Perfect Family in My Imagination
The more people believe in laughter, the stronger its power becomes, and the more help it can bring to everyone.

As the number of survivors at the Baokang Hospital stronghold gradually increased, the statue standing in the center of the block became more and more majestic, as if it were constantly growing.

"We actually managed to establish a survivor base in Area A?" Dongquan was a veteran of the Investigation Bureau. The Bureau had considered coming to Area A before, but they gave up after paying a heavy price. "The team leader is truly extraordinary."

In just one night, the investigation team 13 set up a shelter for the disaster victims, centered around Baokang Children's Hospital, something that would have been unthinkable before.

The Investigation Bureau has so many individuals who have undergone eight personality awakenings, yet Han Fei accomplished with ease what they couldn't.

After annihilating four sources of hatred and ruthlessly suppressing the unrest, Han Fei used healing starlight to help the disaster victims cleanse themselves of curses and mental pollution, thus winning back the hearts of the people. He allowed those disaster victims, enslaved by hatred and unable to go on living, to regain hope.

In fact, ordinary people living in times of disaster don't have many extravagant desires; they just need to be free from fear every day.

Han Fei's strength and gentleness were displayed to everyone at the same time. In the midst of the calamity and the fear that everyone was in, who wouldn't want to follow such a person?
Han Fei healed all the survivors enslaved by hatred. To Han Fei's surprise, among those he saved were veteran members of the Investigation Bureau, some of whom had sacrificed themselves to cover their teammates' retreat. When they learned that Han Fei was from the Investigation Bureau, they eagerly began to help him.

Hatred believed itself to be at the top of the food chain, treating those with special personalities as slightly stronger toys, and thinking everything was under its control. This arrogance, ironically, indirectly tempered the will of many survivors.

Normally, if someone's mental pollution exceeds 80%, even if they have a strong will, their personality is basically ruined. But Han Fei happens to have a healing personality that can clear away mental pollution.

The number of special personality holders within the base increased, and the new members found it amazing that Han Fei, who was so powerful, was also a doctor.

"The greedy personality imprisons ghosts and monsters, using their power to kill; the healing personality repairs itself and can also help others cleanse their minds of pollution and curses; possessing both of these personalities, I increasingly feel that I was born for calamity."

Han Fei was in a good mood. The establishment of the stronghold went much more smoothly than he had expected. He had been worried about not having enough manpower at the grassroots level, but the special personality holder rescued from inside the Black Building perfectly solved this problem for him.

After daybreak, Dongquan handed the statistical report to Hanfei.

Inside the Baokang stronghold, there are currently 8,700 ordinary survivors, 211 individuals with special personalities, 8 individuals with three personality awakenings, and one individual with six personality awakenings—Yan Ruyu.

This person, who had awakened his personality six times through lying, had been hiding his true abilities until he discovered that Han Fei could cure curses and mental pollution, at which point he revealed his strength.

He is the butler of Mr. Hateful Evil Spirit, living in urban legends, playing all sorts of death games with Mr. Evil Spirit every day, and one wrong move and his soul will be scattered.

Aside from the hatred stemming from his imprisonment, Yan Ruyu was Han Fei's greatest gain; a person with six distinct personalities was a rare find even within the Investigation Bureau.

Using the secrets to touch the depths of the soul, Han Fei saw through the soul and thoughts of each person with a special personality. He arranged the most suitable positions for everyone, and the basic framework of the survivor base has been built. All that is needed now is to ensure sufficient food and water, and it can operate normally.

For other strongholds, it is difficult to obtain sufficient food in Area A, and the long-distance transport is extremely dangerous. However, Han Fei has the help of Yin merchants and knows very well where to obtain large quantities of food.

Besides, he didn't intend to stay here for long; everything was just preparation for the god's birthday, and the final outcome would be decided on that day.

"While it's still light, everyone hurry up and set up the outpost."

Han Fei issued a new order. He knew very well that the shrine's memory world had entered the third stage, and hatred could come at any time. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night: "A-Nian and Yan Lan can block ordinary hatred by working together, but if there are more, I will need to take action. The situation will become more and more difficult in the future, and they will need to undergo more trials. We can't always rely on me."

After explaining some things to the group members, Han Fei walked alone into the depths of Area A.

Upon arriving at the Sky Garden residential area, Han Fei merely approached the building, and the eyes of the gods in the abyss of greed began to stir restlessly. Gao Cheng wanted to open his eyes and see his mother.

"Don't worry, I will keep all the promises I made to you."

Han Fei stopped in his tracks, puzzled, as his fingers touched the ghost realm. The ghost realm that enveloped the Sky Garden residential area was different from the ghost mother's ghost realm; the one now residing in the building was another kind of hatred!
The other party seemed to have noticed Han Fei as well. A gap opened in the dark ghost realm, and resentment rolled and condensed into steps in front of Han Fei.

"Opening the door to welcome guests? Such polite hatred is rare."

Stepping onto the steps formed by resentment, Han Fei entered the building, and the ghostly realm instantly enveloped everything again, as if he had never been there before.

A red number appeared on every room inside the building. Han Fei noticed that the number was constantly changing, only decreasing and never increasing.

"It feels completely different from when I first came here."

Bloody hairs hung from the top of their heads, and occasionally children could be heard humming nursery rhymes. The eeriness of this ghostly realm was comparable to that of the Dean Tongxin's ghostly realm.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy knocking sounded at the door. Han Fei stopped and looked back. He couldn't see anyone in the corridor, but the knocking continued to get closer.

About ten seconds later, the door to Han Fei's left suddenly opened, and a man dressed in a black robe appeared inside. He was holding a tray with a missing person notice for Gao Xing on it.

However, unlike a normal missing person notice, the photo on this notice was pierced by a sharp knife, and Gao Xing's face was covered with cuts. Several steel needles were also stuck in his eyes and eye sockets.

It's clear that the person behind the scenes is extremely disgusted with the joy.

"Why did you bring this unlucky thing here?" Han Fei looked at the man in black robes. The man didn't say a word, but turned and walked towards the door, seemingly leading the way for Han Fei.

Upon entering the room, the interior was stained with blood, and the walls, riddled with cracks, were fitted with blood-stained doors.

The man in the black robe walked ahead, and with each door he opened, the number on that door decreased by one.

After a long while, the man in the black robe suddenly froze on the spot. He blankly took off his hood, his ordinary face expressionless, and his eyes became numb.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Fei gently patted the other man's shoulder, but the man fell to the ground as if he were a mechanical toy that had been left unwound.

“His memory has been completely wiped out. You should congratulate him. He is now free from suffering and will never have to endure torment again.” A hoarse female voice rang out from behind a door. Her voice was filled with deep-seated hatred and resentment, yet she was able to maintain her rationality and possess the emotions and memories of a normal person.

"Who are you?" Han Fei, who had awakened his personality eight times, was unable to determine the other party's location.

“You’ve never seen me, but I’ve been watching you all along.” The woman’s voice paused for a long time before continuing, “You are not Gao Cheng.”

"I'm not Gao Cheng? Then who am I?" Han Fei began to become alert.

"I don't know who you are, nor do I know why you're helping Gao Cheng. I just want to figure out one thing: is Gao Xing in trouble?" The woman's voice was very knowledgeable; she was different from ordinary people and not easily fooled.

Which one are you referring to as happy?

"Of course, I'm referring to the unspeakable beyond this shrine world, the source of all evil, Joy!" The woman's voice became shrill, like fingernails scratching glass, enough to give you goosebumps just by hearing it.

Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly: "You actually know that you live in the shrine of happiness?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Answer my question!" The woman's hatred enveloped Han Fei, and the numbers on all the blood gates around him began to decrease rapidly.

“Under normal circumstances, outsiders cannot enter the unspeakable shrine unless that unspeakable is on the verge of death.” Han Fei concealed the presence of his maniacal laughter and did not reveal Number Two’s special abilities.

Upon hearing Han Fei's words, a hoarse laugh came from inside the door, which then turned into a frantic cry.

"I have answered your question. Now can you tell me who you really are?" Han Fei noticed hatred gathering behind a certain door. Everything in the building related to Gao Xing was torn to shreds. After Gao Xing's face was no longer visible, a blood-stained door directly in front of Han Fei opened.

A woman appeared, her body bound by blood-red ropes. She had an unreal beauty, her features were like a work of art, without a single flaw. However, her body was covered with shocking wounds, and those wounds were cursed by the gods, never to heal.

"I am Gao Xing's wife, and also the person in the world who wants to kill him the most." The woman's expression was ferocious and twisted, but even so, she gave others a special kind of beauty.

"Wife?" Han Fei's information did not mention this woman: "I never thought that someone like Gao Xing could get married."

"Yes, I never imagined that my husband, who doted on me, would be the most terrifying and deranged serial killer in Shanghai!" Whenever the woman thought of the past, the red ropes binding her would tighten. The ends of those red ropes were tied to the gruesome corpses. When the woman felt pain, those corpses would grab the red ropes and crawl toward her. Even if they were broken, they would still reform.

The corpse itself did not exist; it was all her own inner demons.

"He never truly treated me as a wife; he just used me to fill the void of maternal love he lacked, turning me into his creation! All the beauty I experienced was illusory; my joys and sorrows were manipulated by him. Finally, when I felt utterly blissful, he killed me in the most cruel way." The woman's hatred was almost uncontrollable: "He made a deal with nightmares, wanting to become a demon, but fearing the will of dreams would deceive him, he used me as a test subject. He personally turned me into a demon!"

"Gao Xing made a deal with Nightmare? The Will of Dreams?" Han Fei grasped the key point. The great disaster in Xinhu could hardly have been accomplished by just one Unspeakable being. It must have been done by several Unspeakable beings in the deep world working together. Gao Xing was the executor, while the dream manager in the Paradise was the real planner.

“He turned me into a mindless vengeful spirit, a knife in his hand. Once he became an unspeakable ghost, I was no longer of any use. He then imprisoned me, my mother, and all those false family members in a shrine, creating a perfect family in his imagination.”

Perhaps because of Guifu's hidden profession, Han Fei discovered that many female ghosts were willing to "complain" to him, and he was indeed a very good listener.

(End of this chapter)