My Healing Games

Chapter 983 Doing Tricks
The large demons in the grave appeared simultaneously, as if they had sensed something.

The paper money was flying around. The old village chief, with his head down, gently pressed down on his third son's shoulder. After the other son calmed down, he pushed the cart containing the offerings forward alone.

He placed the offerings from the cart in front of the shrines like a servant, bowing and scraping, looking humble and pitiful.

“Fu Sheng, you should know that this is not what we want.” A somewhat neutral voice came from the shrine where butterflies were falling. The voice was neither sad nor happy, and it both frightened and attracted people: “We have given you too many chances, but you always procrastinate. Now the night can no longer hold back, and the newborn ghost also wants to come out.”

“Give me some more time, and I will persuade those people in the city to do it voluntarily…”

"You can't do it!" Before the old village chief could finish speaking, another voice rudely interrupted him. A human face emerged from the mass of flesh and blood, coldly staring at the old village chief: "It's over. We'll give you one last chance. Will you choose to become a ghost, or continue living as a human?"

The white-haired village chief seemed to have long anticipated this day, and his face was filled with immense pain.

Becoming a ghost means he can no longer leave the great tomb at will; he will lose contact with the surface world, and he will become a member of this great tomb.

But if he continues to live as a human, not only will he be unable to leave tonight, but he will also be unable to protect those he wants to protect.

“Fu Sheng, think carefully about your past. How did those people treat you before? Think back to your life, your terrible childhood, your student days where you were treated as a patient and constantly tested on drugs, and the deceitful and betrayal-filled environment you grew up in. It was those people on the ground who ruined you! It was they who made you desperate and in pain! It was they who imposed all the unbearable things on you!” The beautiful butterfly wings fluttered gently, and the voice spoke the truth that had already happened: “There are five administrators in the cemetery village. The reason I also support you to be the last village chief is because you have suffered a despair that even I find astonishing.”

“I…” The wrinkles on the village chief’s face became more and more obvious, and he was still struggling internally.

The demons grew impatient, and their roars echoed as wild beasts, born of their negative emotions, leaped from the shrine, causing the entire passage to tremble.

"How about I have your child try to persuade you?" The black statue with a thousand arms opened its eyes and looked at the old village chief's second son—the carpenter.

"Dad, my body has been severely mutated, and I probably won't be able to continue living as a human being." The carpenter untied the strips of cloth wrapped around his arms and tore open his shirt. Black veins were throbbing in the skin below his chest. There were several huge, unhealed wounds on his back, from which arms seemed to have grown out, but which he had forcibly cut off.

"No, we should remain neutral! We should not side with humans, nor with ghosts!" The eldest son grabbed the village chief's arm, and as he said this, the eyes of the great ghost in the grave flashed with murderous intent.

Neither humans nor ghosts like neutral cemetery villages.

"Your second son is already inhuman. If you still can't make up your mind, then we can make sure your eldest and third sons are also inhuman." The voice from the butterfly shrine turned sinister and vicious, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the old village chief and his children.

The yin energy within the large tomb seeped into the bodies of the group, and apart from the old village chief, the others began to exhibit varying degrees of mutation.

The process of alienation was extremely painful. Everyone endured it without making a sound, but they could hear the sounds of each other's bones and flesh tearing and reforming.

"Don't think you can escape. If you don't make a choice, this place will become your graveyard." The demons in the shrines didn't give the old village chief a chance, forcing him to make a decision.

As time passed and yin energy accumulated, when the youngest son fell to the ground and black veins appeared on his face, the silent village chief finally spoke.

“I know what you want.” The old village chief straightened up and looked up at the shrines in front of him: “I am willing to be a ghost.”

“You should have done this a long time ago. It’s not us who have driven you to this point, it’s those living people on the ground who have everything but are still not satisfied!” A smile appeared on the face blurred by blood and flesh: “The Great Tomb is filled with countless despairs from the ground. Cause and effect are in the cycle. It’s time for those guys to pay the price. Death will be their best repentance.”

"Once you become a ghost, there's no going back." The voice from the butterfly shrine rang out again. It had been pressuring the village chief before he agreed, but after he did, it felt that he had agreed too quickly and suspected something was wrong.

The Butterfly Shrine was always suspicious, but since none of the other powerful demons raised any questions, the Butterfly Shrine did not obstruct the matter much, only the magnificent butterfly wings became slightly dimmed.

The old village chief pushed a cart loaded with offerings, leading his three sons through the center of the shrine. Under the watchful eyes of the evil spirits, they walked towards the deepest part of the great tomb.

The evil spirits on the shrine followed them down for a long time, and the group heard the sound of dripping water.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, they discovered a huge corpse in the deep darkness.

All the negative emotions and despair fell upon the corpse, which was neither human nor inhuman, seemingly appearing because of humans, yet harboring utter hatred for them.

"This is the first ghost buried in the grave."

The large demons on the shrine appeared much weaker than the corpse, and their appearance seemed to be related to the first demon.

"This year's grave-opening ceremony is really interesting." The flesh-and-blood face stared intently at the old village chief: "Let's begin."

Trapped by several large demons, the old village chief had no choice but to take out a knife from his pocket and climb onto the corpse with his children.

The tiny figure moved slowly toward the corpse's heart. The old village chief gripped the knife tightly. Having truly reached this point, he was under immense pressure and pain.

“I am your adopted child, and you gave me my life. It’s no big deal to give it back to you now. I’ve already gained twenty years of freedom, and I’ve lived happily for those twenty years.” The youngest son didn’t have many concerns. He wanted to be the first to act, but the carpenter snatched the knife from the old village chief’s hand first.

“My body has already undergone a high degree of mutation, so I’ll go first.” The carpenter was very decisive and plunged the special knife into his heart.

Black veins crawled up the carpenter's body, and his beating heart fell from his chest and merged with the heart of the first ghost.

In that instant, the carpenter's body began to completely transform, as if he had some kind of special connection with that enormous corpse.

Yin energy and various negative emotions surged towards the carpenter's body, tearing his skin, completely disfiguring his face, and turning him into a monster!

As he severed the black blood vessels growing from the corpse, the carpenter's rationality gradually faded. His soul and will emitted a unique scent, and his deformed arm swayed gently, as if he could control a certain negative emotion within the great tomb.

“My turn.” The middle-aged man picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground and gazed at the dark abyss like a poet.

The knife tip pierced through the skin and into the heart; the excruciating pain was unbearable for a normal person.

Blood splattered on his clothes, and the paint all over his body eventually turned blood red.

The vibrant heart and the impeccably clean blood all fell into the mud and darkness, merging with the corpse's heart.

The middle-aged man wore a bitter smile. He looked like a madman, staring at the rapidly deforming body as if he were looking at a painting being washed away by a flood.

The youngest son, the third son, also reached for the knife, but before he could touch it, the old village chief grabbed it, saying, "Don't forget what you're supposed to do."

"I remember……"

“Actually, I also hope that you can live a normal life, but… I’m sorry.” The old village chief gripped his knife, stood up, and looked straight at the large demons with their shrines: “Since you’ve decided to bear the despair of everyone, then you must carry it to the end.”

The blade pierced his heart, blood gushed out, and the old village chief seemed to have broken a seal, unleashing the previously suppressed mutation!

Various terrifying phenomena appeared around them. The old village chief's heart did not merge with the corpse; instead, he drew some kind of power from the enormous corpse.

“I hate this world, it's full of people who have hurt me, but if I'm like you evil spirits, then what difference is there between me and the murderers who hurt me?”

The despair that could contend with the entire abyss overflowed from the old village chief's mind, and his body became completely deformed, the degree of mutation even surpassing that of all the great demons present!
The most painful despair was fermenting in the village chief's mind, mixed with the torment of each box's owner, and eventually formed a terrifying force.

"Fu Sheng! What do you want to do!"

The Thousand-Handed Statue was closest to the village chief, and it was the first to be attacked by him. Its hands, tainted with human emotions and desires, were severed, and cracks appeared on its shrine.

"What I want to do is simple: kill you ghosts in the grave and destroy this great grave that holds so much despair!"

The village chief made his final choice, and the box hidden deep in his mind was opened. An extremely complex divine pattern appeared on his severely mutated body. He was the most desperate person in both the real and illusory worlds, and also a ghost who could transform all despair into power.

"Proceed with the plan!" The middle-aged man, now a ghost, pushed aside the young man carrying the baby and the black bundle, intending to send him away. But as they climbed, the butterfly's wings fluttered slightly, and Meng Chen, transformed into a ghostly figure, blocked their path.

"Leave with the baby! Don't look back!" The middle-aged man's transformation became more and more severe. He could no longer maintain his rationality. After sending his third son off on his final journey, he fought with the butterfly.

The middle-aged man held back the butterfly, the old village chief fought alone against the remaining ghosts in the large tomb, and the second son, the carpenter, was still hesitating.

A few seconds later, the carpenter rushed toward his third son, seemingly chasing after him, but actually escorting him.

The old village chief's three children each have their own mission, and if any one of them goes wrong, the old village chief's plan will fail.

"elder brother!"

The youngest son, the third son, had never experienced anything so terrifying. He had always been protected by his father and brothers, but now he had to set out alone and fight his way out of the great tomb filled with ghosts.

"We can't stop! We can't stop!"

Avoiding the evil spirits and ghosts, enduring the curse and excruciating pain, the third son, escorted by the carpenter, ran wildly towards the exit of the great tomb.

They paid a heavy price. Just as they could finally see the exit, a loud bang came from inside the pit. The "medicine" provided by the living people outside the city was detonated, and most of the passages were blocked.

"Don't be afraid, keep climbing, you must bring your father's last letter out." The carpenter's eyes were bloodshot, and his mutated body supported the passage in front of him, allowing the old village chief's third son to walk the last part of the way.

The carpenter watched his younger brother leave, a stiff smile appearing on his face. Then he turned around and dragged his mutated body deeper into the great tomb.

According to the old village chief's plan, he needed to kill his own father, the person he respected and loved most in his life.

The gravel and darkness engulfed the large tomb and buried the shrine that stood guard in front of it.

The third son was covered in wounds. He struggled to crawl out of the large grave, but when he looked up, the despair in his eyes became even more intense.

The people on the ground did not keep their promise; they had no intention of taking care of the villagers of the cemetery and instead launched a frenzied and bloody massacre!

The garbage thrown into the pit by outsiders had been tampered with, hiding deep malice. After a loud bang came from inside the tomb, the garbage mountain on the ground was also blown open, and the walls of the pit collapsed!

"They wanted to bury the village alive, to kill all the villagers..."

(End of this chapter)