My Healing Games

Chapter 999 The Smile Left for the World

The colors of the entire world are stolen by dreams, and the dazzling wings seem to have no boundaries; this is the essence of dreams.

Standing alone on the top floor of a skyscraper, looking at the dream so close at hand, Han Fei's scene is extremely impactful.

The hatred called Butterfly is an exceptionally beautiful person; the ghost called Dream is actually very much like a butterfly.

Wings drawn with countless human face patterns fluttered gently, and the dream dust swept across the world like rain, drowning all living beings and all hope.

As Han Fei aged, his body reclined backward, leaning against the shrine. He was so insignificant; before the dream, he was like dust, utterly worthless.

Without using the unspeakable power, the intense pressure from the dream caused all the unspeakable things to stop involuntarily; it even threatened to collapse the sky of the deep world.

"How could there be such a terrifying ghost?"

The eleven shrines of the dream project a shallow world. The will is restrained by Number Two. The many nightmares that make up the dream core are conquered. After being weakened layer by layer, the essence of the dream still crushes all the unspeakable.

It not only possesses overwhelming power, but also controls countless believers and three major criminal organizations in reality, wreaking havoc in Shanghai and turning the city upside down.

The black mist was shredded by the wings of dreams; the vast and dense sea of ​​mist was merely to conceal its existence, or perhaps it was simply waiting for this moment.

Once the target is identified, give them no chance to breathe and go all out to eliminate them!

The dazzling dreamscape was transformed into a trap of slaughter. After the dream appeared, its enormous dream wings began to flap. It used its unspeakable power, giving its all, just to kill Han Fei, to kill an ordinary living person.

Fate is twisted, the sea of ​​blood wails, and the boundless dream transforms into a sharp blade that pierces through time.

The moment Han Fei saw the dreamlike and beautiful blade, it was already in front of him.

Too fast, death was just a moment away. A blade made entirely of unspeakable power was about to pierce his skull. The dream's target was the black box in the back of his head!
Han Fei instinctively closed his eyes, but no pain came; instead, he heard a piercing sound.

Han Fei slowly opened his wrinkled eyelids and saw his teacher standing with his back to him.

An old man who had guarded Xinhu his entire life, a night watchman burdened with numerous crimes, transformed himself into the night, using his lifelong obsession to shield Han Fei.

The charges against him were rapidly disappearing. The old man's strength was far inferior to Meng's. By burning himself, he could only buy Han Fei a few seconds.

He continued to uphold his principles until his death.

His skin melted, and the places where it touched the dazzling dream blade emitted a foul stench. Strange dream patterns instantly covered his entire body.

The madness in his eyes and the formidable strength of a night watchman dissipated together. As his reason returned, the old man turned his head to look at Han Fei. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His soul and obsession were shattered by the dream.

The deepest obsession turned into drifting dust. The old man was a night watchman. He did not become a star in the sky. In death, he turned into dust and fell at the feet of those who came after him.

"teacher……"

The person Han Fei respected most was not Fu Sheng, but this old man. His life was simple and pure. From the day he became a policeman until he turned to dust, he protected the new Shanghai.

He shielded those strangers behind him, never making any demands. His lifelong wish was not for money, power, fame, or profit, but to catch a butterfly.

Thanks to the few seconds the old man bought him, the maniac who had been entangled by the living ghosts and beasts broke free. The blood mist disintegrated, and the next moment the maniac stepped out of the shrine of joy and appeared on the top of the skyscraper.

Twin flowers bloom on the tallest building in the deep world, attracting the most venomous butterflies.

Han Fei dodged the fatal blow, but Meng did not give up. It was incredibly powerful and cunning. It knew that Han Fei was Kuang Xiao's weakness, and that Kuang Xiao would stop it if it attacked Han Fei.

If the maniacal laughter is not stopped, it will seize the black box, creating an unsolvable situation and a certain death trap!

Nightmares filled the sky, dazzling and beautiful, more spectacular than any landscape in the human world, but the murderous intent hidden behind this beauty terrified even unspeakable ghosts.

Dreams intertwined, carrying with them a sky full of dream dust that fell and transformed into chains.

If he laughed wildly and avoided it, Han Fei would be easily crushed, so he had no choice but to endure it.

The endless chains of dreams were no match for him. The maniacal laughter protected Han Fei, but his own soul was pierced by the dream chains, leaving it riddled with holes.

Dreams possess boundless forms, but what's even more terrifying is that their innate ability isn't physical combat, but rather mind control.

After the Dream Lock pierced through the body of the maniacal laugher, it intertwined with itself within him, and the illusions extracted from the nightmare began to shake the maniacal laugher's will.

Ordinary torment meant nothing to Laughter, but Dream was different. It knew Laughter's inner flaws; the gentlest child had turned into Laughter under its gaze.

Laughter is very powerful, and it is extremely difficult to kill him. Therefore, from the moment Laughter was born, Dream had already devised a way to deal with this child.

If a person has an incredibly strong will, then start with their family and the things they care about.

The maniacal laughter killed the other children in the orphanage and carried the will of all the children, but the souls of those children who died were all imprisoned in dreams!
He can't torment the Laughing Maniac, but he can torment the children he cares about most, and the family members he had before he became the Laughing Maniac.

Hidden within the most dazzling and beautiful dream are the souls of the other children, except for Number Two and Maniac Laughter. They are like toys that never grow up, being wantonly played with.

The maniacal laughter was not perfect; it still had significant flaws, which Han Fei only noticed after the Dream Lock pierced through the maniacal laughter.

That madman who was always laughing hysterically never let go of what happened on that bloody night. He lived to bear the obsession of those children he had killed with his own hands.

This is also the biggest difference between him and the other Unspeakables, and this is also the reason why the Mad Laughter cannot form his own world of memories. But even so, the Mad Laughter's power far exceeds that of ordinary Unspeakables.

If he hadn't encountered Meng, he could have continued killing until his soul was scattered, standing and disappearing over the unspeakable corpses of others.

Possessing unspeakable healing abilities, killing the Laughing One is an incredibly difficult task, and would come at a great cost, which is why the Dream designed these things.

Every human being has weaknesses, and those with weaknesses can be killed.

Instead of directly shaking the Laughing Maniac, the dream used nightmares, death curses, malice, and every terror it could imagine to torment the children. Through the unbreakable bond between the children and the Laughing Maniac, it influenced and ultimately destroyed him.

Upon seeing the children from the orphanage, his maniacal body began to tremble. He had never felt pain despite his severe injuries, but at this moment, his heart was bleeding.

The dream locks that run through his body form a large net within the maniacal laughter, enveloping his beating heart.

A ghost's heart is different from a human's; it embodies his lifelong faith and an unwavering obsession that he can never give up. If Meng were to rip out the heart from Kuangxiao's body, Kuangxiao's fate would be nothing but the annihilation of his soul.

Boundless dream wings stretched towards the ends of the world, and the emotions that had appeared in the human world transformed into dazzling divine patterns, forcibly imprinted on the body of the maniacal laugher.

The dream was more malevolent than Han Fei had imagined. It didn't simply want to dig out the heart of the maniac, but rather it planned to inject the "poison" within itself into the maniac's heart. It seemed that from the moment it saw the maniac, it felt that he was a precious and rare body.

Laughter is more suitable as its toy than joy or butterflies; it will gradually erode the soul and will of laughter, gaining the power of healing.

Unable to stand, Kuangxiao collapsed on the rooftop, his hands bracing against the ground as he struggled hysterically. At that moment, Han Fei was protected by Kuangxiao's body.

All the dream locks pierced the body of the maniac laugher, and Han Fei would not be harmed until he fell.

The teacher turned into dust and fell to the ground. Han Fei had no time to grieve; he was already watching the teacher's maniacal laughter in pain.

He gripped the butcher's knife tightly with his five fingers, yet he had no power to resist.

After Meng made his move, the remaining few unspeakable beings understood each other perfectly and moved toward the skyscraper at the same time. Each of them grabbed a chain of dreams and poured their divine power into it, as if they wanted to tear the madman apart.

The hand that was protecting his heart was pulled away as he laughed wildly; no matter how strong he was, he could not fight against six unspeakable beings at the same time.

Blood rained down from the night sky of the deep world, staining everything around him red, as if he had returned to that night.

The deepest pain hidden in his heart stimulated his mind, and driven by the constant urge of dreams, he laughed wildly as the memories he least wanted to recall filled his eyes.

His body developed cracks, terrifying dream patterns grew on his heart, and his maniacal laughter could be torn apart at any moment, ultimately leading to a fate even more tragic than Fu Sheng's.

Everything turned to despair. Having lived for over twenty years, it seemed he still hadn't survived that blood-red night.

"The sky will never brighten..."

The Dream Lock taut, all the unspeakable things staring at the tallest building in the deep world, watching the maniacal laughter as if offering it as a sacrifice to the Dream.

The black fog had completely dissipated, and in a corner unnoticed by anyone, a familiar singing voice suddenly rang out.

An abandoned ancestral hall on the edge of the Black Rain area was lit up, and the person singing was dressed in mourning clothes, carrying a white lantern with the character "Fu" written on it.

He was young and handsome, with a perpetually sorrowful expression, and looked exactly like Fu Sheng's youngest son, whom Han Fei had seen in the cemetery village.

The ancestral hall enshrines an unnamed memorial tablet, with two sticks of incense burning in front of it.

As the song began, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and eight lifeless figures, like puppets without self-awareness, carried out a black coffin.

The coffin was not properly sealed and was filled with wooden masks, each stained with blood, bits of flesh, and mutated skin.

The singer announced the death in front, while the undead pallbearers walked with their heads down, seemingly following the ritual procedures of the cemetery village to pay homage to someone who no longer exists.

An ineffable aura tore through the remaining black mist, and the ineffable presence at the skyscraper also noticed the singing and the wooden coffin.

The living ghost and the exhausted ghost immediately released their grip, and the world of decaying death and the world of flesh and blood unfolded simultaneously, easily suppressing the chanting of the soul.

The white paper lanterns swayed in the amusement park. When the singing could no longer get closer, he turned around and bowed to the black coffin.

The coffin lid was pushed open, and wooden masks kept falling out of the coffin. Each mask had a different face, but their expressions were very similar: ferocious, eerie, cruel, and violent.

The black coffin was placed on the ground, and eight undead knelt down, all radiating an astonishing hatred.

As the last mask fell, a charred arm emerged from the coffin and grabbed it.

Black flames burned on his arm, which was being distorted. Normally, the Unspeakable could control his own body and use his unspeakable talents to distort and deform others. But this Unspeakable lying in the coffin did the opposite, inflicting all the distortion and deformity on himself.

He lost his human form, and after breaking free from the oppression of the black coffin, an extremely deformed demon crawled out of the coffin.

No one knows what he experienced in the deeper world. Ugliness is not enough to describe him. His body was constantly growing, with his charred skin peeling off and new bodies constantly growing. It seemed that countless souls lived in his heart, and he even made masks for those souls.

"The carpenter?" A glimmer of hope appeared in Han Fei's eyes. He recognized the wailing, growing souls on the carpenter's body. Those souls had similar facial features to the villagers he had seen in the cemetery village.

After being buried alive in the cemetery village, it was the carpenter who turned into a ghost who collected all the corpses and souls. He was the carpenter in the village, and he was involved in making all the sacrificial tools and wooden houses.

After everyone died, he transformed his own body into a new cemetery.

The carpenter was very strong, and this strength came not only from himself, but also from the obsession of all the dead souls in the cemetery village.

Compared to the carpenter, the singing voice was like a toddler standing next to an experienced hunter.

"It's you?" Jie recognized the carpenter. He knew the carpenter was strong, but he wasn't afraid. "With the dream here, you can't save anyone, you can't even save yourself."

In order to deal with the carpenter with all their might, Jie and Sheng Gui loosened the Dream Lock, while Xu Qin and Ying Hui, who had broken all the curses, fought each other. They were all trying their best to help Kuang Xiao relieve the pressure.

“Even if none of us participate, that poor child will still be completely consumed by the dream, and the fluttering butterflies are always waiting for the flowers to bloom.” The dead world of exhaustion collides with the carpenter’s highly alienated body, flesh and blood collapse, and the carpenter’s world of memories is also revealed. It is a brand new grave village, a grave village that dares to fight against reality and the deep world at the same time.

The cemetery village that the carpenter envisioned was very similar to the "cemetery village" led by Han Fei. The world he remembered was becoming a reality in Han Fei's hands, which was one of the reasons why he would help Han Fei.

The path Han Fei chose to take was the same as the path the carpenter truly desired.

The ground was torn apart, half of the amusement park was destroyed, and the bloody battle had only just begun.

"The black mist that isolated our senses has finally dissipated."

The black mist dissipated, and a clown carrying a balloon crawled out of the ruins. He brushed the dust off his body and was about to elegantly tidy his clothes when a tremendous force suddenly pushed him over.

A massive shadow appeared behind him, and the blood-soaked writer Spider looked at the skyscraper with great concern.

A dazzling nightmare reflected on his body, casting nine different shadows around him, each exuding an aura of hatred, each a butcher wielding a murder weapon.

“I know you’re anxious, but don’t rush in. Rushing in won’t help at all. Let’s provide support from the outside.” The clown tied the balloon to his wrist and curled up into the crevice. “Look, like this, I’m quite well hidden…”

Before he could finish speaking, the building where the clown was hiding was trampled underfoot, and an indescribable aura surged from the edge of the earth. A soul formed entirely of memories stood at the entrance of the park.

Her body seemed to be sculpted from diamonds, without a single flaw. She held a letter written by Fu Sheng in her hand, but Fu Sheng's name was no longer on the letter. She had watched Fu Sheng's name disappear little by little.

Fu Yi hated everything, including Fu Sheng and her own name, but she did not hate Han Fei.

As an unspeakable being, she could sense anything whenever someone mentioned her. Han Fei had met Fu Yi in Fu Sheng's memory shrine, and under the deliberate manipulation of Fu Sheng's memory fragments, Fu Yi was also able to sense how Han Fei treated that family.

What has happened cannot be changed, but she can give the future a chance.

Fu Sheng's letter turned to ashes, and Fu Yi entered Paradise.

Another unspeakable being appeared. The beast and the strange creature wanted to stop Fu Yi together, but Meng instructed all the unspeakable beings to first find a way to make Xu Qin's soul disappear and concentrate their power to break the weakest link.

The black mist that shrouded the amusement park has dissipated, and various terrifying auras are probing the distant horizon. This magnificent blood-red sky has attracted the attention of many unknown ghosts.

Dream, unwilling to delay any longer, began to seize the heart of the maniacal laugh with overwhelming power.

The dream lock tightly bound his heart, and the will of mad laughter clashed most violently and directly with the will of the dream. The dream was flawless, but the cracks in the heart of mad laughter grew more and more numerous.

He cared too much about the children he killed; that one night haunted him for the rest of his life.

His hysterical laughter carried an unspeakable pain; his world consisted only of himself, which is why Han Fei appeared—he was despair itself.

The burning, fervent heart gradually receded, and at that moment, something unexpected happened.

The children who were once carried by the maniac laughter, their will and obsession remaining in the maniac laughter's mind suddenly began to break away from the maniac laughter on their own.

The children, who always stand with laughter, seem to be about to make a special decision.

They were no longer willing to let the Laughing Maniac carry their obsessions; they wanted to do one last thing for him.

The tallest child, Number One, was the first to break free from the control of the Laughing One. Possessing a miraculous personality, he gently soothed the cracks in the Laughing One's heart. He said nothing, his remaining will and obsession disintegrating on their own. He severed the connection with the Laughing One, using everything he had to mend the cracks in the Laughing One's heart.

"I am the oldest of all the children. I should be the one standing in front of all the children and taking responsibility for everything. You have worked hard all these years."

Number One was the eldest of all the children, but he felt he was incompetent because he hadn't created that miracle.

The first soul controlled by the dream gradually became sluggish, and then it shattered.

“You don’t need to carry the pain anymore. You’ve never done anything wrong. We will accompany you in another form.”

The cracks in their hearts were healed, and one by one, the children of the Bloodstained Orphanage walked toward that heart without looking back. Their personal will merged into the heart of the Laughing One. They let go of their past obsessions, and their only wish at this moment was for the Laughing One to live.

The heart that was almost ripped out started beating again, and the void in the maniac's heart was partially filled. Each of the different personalities did their best to heal the maniac's despair in their own way.

The dream was originally meant to influence Laughter through the souls of other children, but who could have imagined that the children Laughter cared about most would make such a choice?

Dream Lock became somewhat powerless. After the children abandoned themselves to become part of the maniacal laughter, his strength increased again, but his world of memories still did not appear.

The laughing soul is incomplete, lacking the most crucial part.

Seeing that Kuangxiao could still resist, Meng, at the moment the plan took a turn for the worse, began to surround and kill Kuangxiao and Han Fei with all her might, decisive and ruthless.

The nightmare that blots out the night sky wraps inward, the dream world replacing some of the rules of the deeper world, directly distorting the body of the maniacal laugh, allowing the nightmare to grow within him.

It wasn't just the maniacal laughter; all the shrines in the amusement park, the dead building, the hospital, and the skyscraper were also corrupted by the dream. Ugly scars grew on the statues, the gates of the shrines cracked, and very obvious cracks began to appear on the shrines.

Other unspeakable worlds of memories are the source of one's power and faith, but the world of dream memories has already been able to change the rules of the deeper world, which is a completely different level of existence.

Kuangxiao felt the connection between himself and the shrine severed; he could no longer draw power from it. It was as if he had been locked up alone in a constantly compressing cage by Meng.

Unable to protect himself, he grew increasingly weak. To make matters worse, Meng, in order to deplete his strength, focused her main attack on Han Fei.

In order for Han Fei to avoid being killed, he had no choice but to endure Meng's repeated attacks.

The healing power was rapidly depleting, and the two children were enveloped in despair atop the tallest building in the Deep World.

The blood-red night was filled with nightmares, and fate seemed to have given Han Fei and Kuang Xiao the worst possible answer once again.

"The singing, the carpenter, and Fu Yi were all blocked..." Han Fei looked at the amusement park from the high-rise building. The innocent souls brought out from Fu Sheng's memory shrine were being slaughtered indiscriminately. The neighbors were dead and injured. Xu Qin, who had protected him countless times, was attacked by two unspeakable people. The shrine she was building was crushed. The divine body made of curses was on the verge of collapse.

Looking up, Han Fei gazed at the laughing face that resembled his own: "Your soul still has one last flaw, and a small portion of the First Demon's blood has flowed into my heart, so I can't transfer it all to you."

Han Fei released the Nine Lives and other ghosts from the ghost pattern. He gently placed his hand on the laughing shrine: "For the twin flowers to fully bloom, one flower must wither completely before the other flower can be fully bloomed."

Gao Xing and Number Two had hinted at Han Fei's intentions long ago, which was why Number Two initially distrusted Han Fei.

Having come this far, Han Fei has done his best, and now there is only one way to change the situation.

"I used to think about this all the time, but when it really comes down to it, I do feel a little reluctant." Han Fei's gaze swept over the neighbors in the park, and one insignificant little thing after another surfaced in his mind: "It turns out that I haven't forgotten those trivial memories. It turns out that I already felt happiness back then."

The cracks in Kuangxiao's heart were repaired, but the heart pierced by the Dream Lock was still slowly drifting away from Kuangxiao; he couldn't hold on much longer.

As his consciousness sank into his mind, Han Fei followed the steps he had seen in the cemetery village, allowing his soul to grasp the black box.

He poured all his experiences, memories, and emotions into it, at the cost of everything he had, to open both sides of the black box!

The despair and destruction accumulated over countless years surged from the front of the black box, while the hope held firmly in the hearts of successive owners of the black box supported the back of the black box.

The two completely opposite forces of destruction and redemption almost tore Han Fei's body apart. He knew he couldn't withstand it, but he still chose this path.

"To be reborn!"

Han Fei had already guessed the fate of the two when the number two begged him.

The dazzling light of the blade reflected the despair of the deeper world. Han Fei swung his blade to sever the connection between himself and his maniacal laughter—his own life.

Only when he dies can the soul of the maniac laugh be fulfilled; only when he dies can the maniac laugh become the new master of the black box, to harness the power of destruction and redemption.

His companions, caught in the crossfire, wailed in despair, yet Han Fei forced them to reveal their sharpest side to him.

"Kill me so that more people can be saved."

The blade pierced Han Fei's soul, taking away a part of his obsession.

As his heartbeat gradually slowed down, Han Fei did not feel any pain; he only felt his body suddenly become very light.

The things that happened in the past are like wildflowers blooming on the wall; I don't know their names, but they feel familiar and warm.

His will began to disintegrate, and all his soul blood fell into the laughing shrine. Han Fei watched his body slowly dissipate.

Blood-red rain fell from the night sky, passing through Han Fei's soul. At that moment, the hysterical laughter suddenly disappeared.

With his life points reduced to zero, Han Fei was powerless to grasp at the possibility of rebirth, and he let go of everything.

The butcher's knife fell beside the laughing shrine. Han Fei fell from the high building, with the darkness of the deep world above him and an endless nightmare below.

"I finally understand why I have absolutely no talent for comedy, yet I still insisted on becoming a comedian."

Han Fei looked tenderly at Kuang Xiao, completely unaware that a genuine, blessing smile was spreading across his own face: "From now on, you may be all alone again, but I hope you can be happy every day."

"Finally, thank you for coming to my show, but my life is coming to an end."

(End of this chapter)