My Healing Games

Chapter 964 The Flames of Greed Begin to Burn
Han Fei wanted to ask the white cat more questions, but then a scream suddenly came from the street outside. Without saying a word, he immediately ran out.

"what happened?"

A pool of blood was left in the middle of the dirt road. Hongshaorou, who was known for his integrity, clutched his arm, his face filled with anxiety: "That brat took the homeroom teacher away!"

"The homeroom teacher? That player with the talent for ghost language?" Han Fei first checked Hongshaorou's wounds: "Which direction did they run in?"

"I don't know. We were just about to go back to the old house in the garden when the ball seemed to be following the homeroom teacher. By the time some players noticed, the ball and the homeroom teacher were gone!" Red Braised Meat's face twisted in pain. "We chased after them along the street, and those ghost kids started to obstruct us."

"With so many players, why did the ghost child take Ghost Whisperer away?" Han Fei's passive talent for hide-and-seek was triggered. He observed the surrounding environment and found the homeroom teacher's shoe print: "Take care of yourselves, I'll go check ahead."

Following the trail, Han Fei arrived at the outskirts of the village.

If there were still some signs of life in the village, the area outside was a complete ghost town. Strangely shaped, crooked trees crowded together, and thorny bushes hidden among waist-high shrubs. Several graves could be seen at a glance, and various stones and dead wood were scattered on the only road.

"It's really not easy for Yao Qiang to find such a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

Han Fei arrived at the spot where the homeroom teacher's shoe print had disappeared. Just as he parted the weeds, he heard the sound of a ball bouncing on the ground.

Turning around, Han Fei saw several poorly dressed children surrounding him. They walked silently, and Han Fei had no idea when they arrived.

A normal person would definitely be startled, but Han Fei's mental fortitude was too strong. Not only was he not afraid, but he also genuinely felt that these children were very simple and honest, and did not seem like people with bad intentions.

Han Fei patted the head of the child closest to him, which startled the child. The child sniffed, raised his dirty face, and looked at Han Fei with bright eyes.

"Do you want me to play with you? I know a lot of games." The leader's aura intimidated the village children, who dared not answer and only shook their heads hesitantly.

"You don't want me to play with you? Do you want to kill me?" Han Fei gently stroked the boy's head, but his words chilled the already cold hearts of the children even more, and they shook their heads even faster.

"You don't want to play with me? You don't want to kill me either? Then why are you looking for me?"

The child holding the ball waved to Han Fei, who then led Han Fei into the bushes. After walking about ten meters, Han Fei saw the unconscious "homeroom teacher" on an old grave.

"You didn't kill him? You're such kind and understanding kids." After praising the children a few times, Han Fei went to the homeroom teacher and asked, "How could a player with supernatural talents be scared unconscious by a ghost?"

Han Fei used the secret to touch the depths of the soul to pat the "homeroom teacher's" face: "Wake up, I'll take you to see the catgirl."

Half-asleep, Han Fei opened his eyes to find the homeroom teacher scrambling up from the grave and shrinking behind him: "Be careful of those kids, they're very strange!"

"Understood." Han Fei carried the homeroom teacher on his back and continued to follow the lead child forward.

After walking for a full five minutes, they stopped in front of an ancient well. The wellhead was sealed with wooden planks and a large stone was placed on top of it.

The boy lingered by the well, clutching a ball and gesturing wildly, as if hoping Han Fei would open the wooden plank and rescue the boy from the well.

“There’s a seal on the well. Don’t let those ghosts bewitch you! They want to use you to break the seal. Yao Qiang didn’t lie to us. This village is very evil, full of ghosts!” The homeroom teacher grabbed Han Fei’s arm. He believed that Han Fei was the core of the team and that they had to rely on Han Fei’s strength to break the nightmare: “If you really want to open the well, then let me do it.”

"Have you ever thought about this question? Yao Qiang cares so much about his child, so why did he insist on bringing his already possessed child to this place full of ghosts?" Han Fei pointed out the key to the problem: "Yao Qiang once said that there are more ghosts in big cities. At that time, Yao Yuan was already possessed. He fled here to avoid ghosts, but then all sorts of ghosts started appearing in the countryside as well."

"what do you want to say?"

“It’s very simple. The ghosts in the village only appeared because of the arrival of Yao Qiang and his son. It’s very likely that they are the ones who started to corrupt the village.” Han Fei moved the stone pressing down on the well and tore off the various talismans on the wooden board: “These talismans are very similar to those in Yao Yuan’s house. This well might have been sealed by Yao Qiang.”

Lifting the wooden board, a faint scent of resentment wafted out of the well, and Han Fei could vaguely hear a child crying inside.

All the children around gathered around, looking very worried.

"It's pitch black down there, we can't see anything. Should we go back and get a lamp or a torch?" The homeroom teacher also wanted to find the ghost as soon as possible.

"This is too much trouble." Han Fei jumped onto the edge of the well. "I'll go down and take a look."

"No, no, no!" The homeroom teacher hugged Han Fei tightly. "This is too outrageous! Who jumps into a well to see if there are ghosts in it? Are you out of your mind?!"

"If we go back to get the light, there won't be enough time." Han Fei pushed the homeroom teacher aside and jumped inside, leaving the teacher dumbfounded.

With his hands braced against the well wall, Han Fei moved downwards, and the crying from the bottom of the well became clearer and clearer.

With his feet on the ground, Han Fei groped in the darkness. His fingers first touched a robot toy he had brought from the city, and then his fingertips touched a cold face.

"Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here."

The crying gradually subsided, and after a moment a boy asked weakly, "Why did you tell me not to be afraid? Shouldn't you be the one who's afraid?"

"Who threw you into the well? Yao Qiang said there's a monster with a human face and a wolf's body outside the village. Have you seen that thing?" Han Fei didn't feel scared at all; the children's resentment was very faint.

“There’s no human-faced wolf-bodied monster at all. The person who threw me into the well was Yao Qiang! He said that I and the children in the village were ghosts, but we clearly didn’t do anything!” The boy’s voice grew louder, and his resentment intensified.

“I also think Yao Qiang isn’t a good person.” Han Fei had finally encountered a “ghost” he could talk to, so naturally he wouldn’t let the opportunity pass: “Can you tell me how you two met? Why did he seal you up here?”

“They moved from the city. My friends and I saw that his child was lonely, so we wanted to invite him to play with us. His child was very introverted at first and didn’t say a word, but he gradually integrated into our group. Everyone took good care of him. When playing hide-and-seek, we never let him be ‘it,’ and no one ever bullied him.” The boy at the bottom of the well said with some grievance, “Later, Yao Qiang saw his child playing with us and got very angry. He scolded us severely. Yao Yuan was very afraid of his father and left without saying a word.”

"That doesn't mean they had to throw you into a well, does it?" Han Fei felt there must be more to the story.

“The village is only so big. We played together, and sometimes Yao Yuan would peek through the window. He was so pitiful, like he was locked up in prison. Every time his dad found out, he would chase us away and forbid us from speaking loudly. Gradually, we started to dislike Yao Yuan too, thinking he was some kind of rich kid from the city.” The boy’s resentment was building up: “Not long after, Yao Qiang sealed off the windows of Yao Yuan’s room to keep him from being disturbed by the outside world. I heard they were preparing for some competition. To keep Yao Yuan from being affected, Yao Qiang even spread rumors that we were all wild children and had diseases.”

"Actually, you're not ghosts, but Yao Qiang said you were, and then you really did become ghosts?" Han Fei boldly guessed.

“I don’t know about the others, because my situation is different from theirs.” The boy’s voice carried a hint of resentment: “I felt sorry for Yao Yuan, so I wanted to secretly bring him some fun things from the village, like rare lucky clover, cat vomit balls, and new comic books from the bookstore… But one time when I went to deliver something, I accidentally discovered that Yao Qiang was arguing with someone on the phone. He seemed afraid that the people inside the house would hear, so he took the phone and left home, running alone outside the village.”

"You followed?"

“I was curious, so I kept eavesdropping. I found out that Yao Qiang was planning to find a new mother for Yao Yuan. I think her name was something like Qian.” The boy’s resentment reached its peak as he said this: “I wanted to hear clearly, but Yao Qiang found out and threw me into the dry well.”

“In that case, Yao Qiang is the most terrifying ghost.” Han Fei lifted the boy up: “Come on, I’ll carry you up.”

"Wait a minute, all the able-bodied men in the village have gone out to work. Who are you?" The boy was inexplicably carried on Han Fei's back. Although he thought Han Fei was a nice person, this excessive enthusiasm made the boy a little uneasy. Could he have encountered a ghost trafficker?
"Yao Qiang asked me to exorcise the evil spirit from his son, but now I feel that the real evil spirit is hiding in Yao Qiang!" Han Fei patted the boy's hand: "Hold on to my neck, I'm going to climb up."

A cold, small hand wrapped around Han Fei's neck. The boy felt Han Fei's body temperature and wondered why the person in front of him would trust a ghost so much.

After climbing out of the dry well, Han Fei was surrounded by children, truly living up to his reputation as the king of the kids.

"Thank you for saving me." The boy was very polite. He climbed off Han Fei's back, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I don't know if I'm a human or a ghost now, but if you need any help, you can come to me."

Han Fei nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly felt something in his mind being touched, as if his greedy personality had been activated. In that instant, his greed almost swallowed the little boy whole.

"It turns out that swallowing ghosts in nightmares isn't difficult."

To avoid frightening the children, Han Fei quickly carried the homeroom teacher on his back and ran towards the village bookstore.

"Brother Han, what's your profession? Ghosts see you like they're seeing family. Your abilities are so abnormal!" The homeroom teacher also had supernatural talents, but he felt that he was worlds apart from Han Fei.

"I didn't use any special abilities; I was just putting myself in others' shoes." Han Fei didn't tell his homeroom teacher what he was really thinking. After his greedy personality was suddenly activated, blood vessels appeared in his eyes, and his uncontrollable ambition wanted to devour everything.

A careless remark from the little boy ignited the flames within Han Fei's personality abyss.

"Each shrine world can bring out three ghosts. Does this nightmare count as a small shrine world?"

(End of this chapter)