My Healing Games

Chapter 912 Hysterical Laughter
Drowning people will always try their best to grab onto the straw on the riverbank. The survivors of Hope City, who had been besieged for three days, did not even think about why Han Fei was with the ghost. Even if Han Fei himself was a ghost, they would still cling to his leg without hesitation.

Even a glimmer of light in dire straits can ignite people's fighting spirit, but Han Fei brought a raging black fire that could shatter hatred and destroy one's soul.

Hopefully, all the survivors in the new city can see clearly that it was Han Fei who single-handedly reversed the battlefield and rescued them from their predicament.

The general strategy of conservative defense was changed. Initially, it was the members of the Investigation Bureau who were fighting with bloodlust. Everyone used Han Fei as the tip of their blades, pooling the power of their personalities to "pierce" the hatred guarding the center of the Ghost Realm.

Han Fei possesses the eyes of a god, and no evil spirit can hide from him. Moreover, he can modify some of the rules of the shrine, making everything develop in a direction more favorable to him.

"This battle is extremely crucial. The outcome will affect the future of the Shrine's memory world and also determine whether the Laughing One can be resurrected."

Han Fei was embraced by the paper figure, burdened by sins. The starlight in his mind and the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade reflected each other, and all the resentment he touched would be completely cut down. Hatred would also be cut down if one was not careful.

The Investigation Bureau once positioned Han Fei as an investigator who controlled ghosts and monsters, but his close combat skills are now no less than Fu Lie's. He has almost no weaknesses and is the most terrifying and powerful investigator "cultivated" by the Investigation Bureau since its establishment.

“Hold back completely. I will remove all restrictions on you and turn this bloody war into a stepping stone for your advancement.”

I hope the new city is filled with vengeful spirits and ghosts, and that blood offerings, which are rarely seen in normal times, are everywhere here. It's just a pity that the war was too cruel, and only the survivors were qualified to enjoy them.

Sensing Han Fei's intense longing, Wuchang, watched by the eyes of the gods, became the most insane ghost besides hatred. He had accompanied Gao Cheng since his weakest days and had walked with him to this point. He would not succumb to his fate and was unwilling to be a little ghost who could only be bullied forever. He wanted to be like Gao Cheng, to fiercely seize fate by the neck and fight for that sliver of fairness with ten times, a hundred times the effort.

With bloodshot eyes, his fickle obsession changed under Gao Cheng's influence; he seemed to have been born for war.

Slaughter, paranoia, absolute obedience to orders, and a rationality rarely seen in other monsters amidst madness.

In the midst of constant devouring and slaughter, the chains of fate binding Wuchang began to loosen, and the destiny arranged by the gods for each soul in the shrine was shattered!

Countless images flashed through Wuchang's eyes, images that seemed to belong to memories that did not belong to him.

Not only is impermanence a factor, but as the joyful present and past are killed, his control over the shrine weakens, and more and more ghosts and survivors, stimulated by death, break free from the shackles of their original fate.

One by one, the tributaries of fate changed course, and the future that Gao Xing had hoped for seemed increasingly distant, shaking even his own destiny.

The god treated the souls in the shrine as toys, never imagining that these toys and losers would one day drag him down from his pedestal.

This blood sacrifice war had a profound impact. It represented the breaking of the order established by the old gods, the failure of the blood sacrifice, and the shrines being unable to provide much help and faith for happiness in the real world. At this moment, the course of fate took a significant turn!
On the main battlefield, the eyes of the gods located all the hatred, and while they fought individually, Han Fei commanded several hatreds to outnumber the enemy. There was no need to release Immortality; no hatred could maintain the Ghost Realm while fighting against multiple hatreds.

More and more cracks appeared in the sky of the Ghost Realm that connected heaven and earth. After Han Fei swallowed the hatred of two people, the bond that held the Ghost Realm together broke.

The hatred and resentment in the city are willing to hunt down the living, but they are unwilling to risk their souls being scattered and fight to the death with those possessing special personalities during the day.

The nature of this war has long since changed. What was originally a war between ghosts and the living has now become a collision of two waves of calamity, so many ghosts have begun to consider retreating.

Ordinary obsessions and resentments are fine; they'll go with the flow. But once the hatred that forms the canopy of the Ghost Realm leaves, the Ghost Realm that has besieged Hope City for three days will completely collapse.

No one with hatred wanted to see this, but if they didn't leave now, those who remained would be too late to leave.

The goblins sacrificed themselves in the new city to celebrate the gods' birthday, while the survivors fought back desperately because if they didn't, their families would be destroyed. The fighting spirit of the two sides was completely on different levels.

When Han Fei set his sights on the third target, Hatred, that supernatural being decisively chose to flee. This triggered a chain reaction; the Ghost Realm, which the three survivor strongholds had been unable to breach for three days, crumbled, and light shone once more into Hope City.

"Don't let them get away! Every ghost that sets foot in the new city must be utterly destroyed!"

Survivors who have always been on the defensive and constantly retreating rarely have such an opportunity to hunt ghosts without restraint and run at full speed to drive away the fear in their hearts.

Han Fei saved them and helped them regain their human dignity.

Each individual with a unique personality charges to the front, wielding their blades against the vengeful spirits and darkness. If one falls, the next will quickly take their place, one after another, like sparks that can ignite a prairie fire.

With Han Fei's help, the main battlefield gained the upper hand, but the overall situation was still very chaotic. The new city was invaded by countless ghosts and monsters, most of the buildings were cursed in the ghost realm, and ghosts may still remain in every room. Everywhere, people and ghosts could be seen fighting to the death.

In a resettlement site in the inner city that was ignored by everyone, a few young children climbed up the high wall and looked at Han Fei, who was controlling ghosts. Their faces showed a maturity that did not match their age.

“Our teacher woke up a full twelve hours early, which is a bit different from the plan.” Number Four said in a low voice. On the surface, he was complaining, but in reality, he breathed a sigh of relief: “In three days, the buffer zone and the outer area of ​​Hope New City have almost fallen, with countless casualties. We have also collected a lot of blood food, which is about enough.”

"Almost?" Number Two's eyes were fixed on Han Fei. "Such a word shouldn't be in our plan. Why did he wake up early? Did someone else interfere?"

"Perhaps he also changed his own fate, causing you to misjudge." Number Four spread his hands indifferently: "We should also prepare to leave, or we might get caught by him if we don't go now. After this battle, his reputation among the survivors will be unmatched, and he might really be able to establish a new world where humans and ghosts coexist equally."

Seeing that Number Two remained unmoved, Number Four simply picked him up and carried him on his back: "You always tend to have your fate firmly in your own hands, but I think you should sometimes try to trust others, just like... you were willing to trust Number Zero back then."

“They’re different.” Number Two spoke decisively: “If I told you that one of them would one day disappear forever, would you choose to make him disappear, or would you choose to make Number Zero disappear?”

"Let them figure this out themselves." Number Four carried Number Two away from the resettlement site. The Ghost Realm had been broken, and now was the best time to leave.

The two quietly arrived at a building in the outer city. Without alerting anyone, they followed the passageway down the building and arrived at the underground headquarters of Xincheng Hope Pharmaceutical.

The slaughter on the ground lasted for three days and three nights, creating countless souls and flesh and blood. All the sacrifices were poured into the ground according to the guidance of the "gods".

In the center of a pile of toppled statues of the god of joy, there is a new statue made from the fragments of the original statues of joy. The skin of this statue has completely turned into flesh and blood, and it looks exactly like the god of laughter.

A violent coughing sound rang out, and the blind boy, dressed in tattered clothes, saw Number Two return and slowly got up.

The moment he stood up, his face and body gradually changed, eventually transforming into number three.

Learning Personality: Number Three possesses a very ordinary personality, but he has brought the abilities of this personality to their fullest potential. He can simulate and replicate any personality, and he can even better utilize his own personality than the original owner.

After the blind boy was killed, Number Three, with the help of Number Two and the remnant soul of Joy, became the "Apostle of War" and guided the blood sacrifice.

Even if he hadn't participated, the blood sacrifice would have still happened; they simply offered the sacrifice meant for Joy to Laughter instead.

"How's the progress?" Number Two asked, his expression somewhat complicated.

“The flesh and blood body is still a little short of forming, but come closer and listen carefully.” Number Three gestured for Number Two to come over. As they approached, they could vaguely hear a voice coming from the statue. It sounded like the maniacal laughter of a madman, who laughed hysterically in pain and despair: “Tens of thousands of people have begun to believe in Zero. Those people seem to have made Zero their spiritual sustenance. They don’t want to forget Zero.”

Being remembered by more and more people is a rebirth for God.

"It seems our teacher hasn't been idle either. He wants to resurrect Zero in his own way, to resurrect the god who might have killed him." Number Four turned to look at Number Two: "Do you still hold your opinion?"

(End of this chapter)