My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 110: Tears of Healing Shed (Fourth Release, Monthly Ticket Request)

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Tears of Healing Shed (Fourth Release, Monthly Ticket Request)

Han Fei described a beautiful future to Xu Qin in this gloomy, terrifying, and hopeless world.

Evil Ghosts and Monsters were everywhere, and a moment’s inattention could lead to Soul Scattering; hope was the rarest thing in such a place.

Once, Han Fei was a man without hope, filled with Mourning, decadence, and bad luck; he was too lazy to struggle or resist anymore.

But after he entered the Deep World, he realized that not having hope wasn’t scary. What was terrifying was living in boundless despair, not even knowing what hope was.

After getting to know his neighbors one by one, Han Fei could feel the change in his mentality. He discovered that his desire to survive was so strong and that he truly wanted to live his life earnestly.

This Underworld game had changed his life, and now he wanted to change the lives of those around him.

Xu Qin was judged by the system to be a Madman with the introduction even stating that Xu Qin was a Curse Aggregation, her condition very unstable. But so what?

In Han Fei’s view, Xu Qin had saved his life more than once, and that was enough.

"You rest well, I’m still looking forward to trying the food you cook," Han Fei looked out of the window into the dark night, where he saw the boundless despair, and also saw the empty streets: "After we’ve explored the area, we can open a cooked food store on this street. The food you cook is so delicious; it will definitely attract a lot of things, and might even heal their broken souls."

Xu Qin’s condition gradually recovered, and only then did Han Fei leave the fifth floor.

...

Huang Ying’s consciousness, severely shocked, slowly returned. The moment he opened his eyes, his body involuntarily curled up. He was very afraid and his mind was in a daze.

"You’re awake?"

A kind and amiable voice reached his ears, and Huang Ying looked cautiously in the direction from which the voice came.

Under the dim light, an old woman carried out a pot of freshly cooked porridge from the kitchen: "I noticed you were quite weak, so I made you some porridge. Drink it while it’s hot."

The Square Box television was playing advertisements, and overall, the house was furnished like something from several decades ago—simple yet warm.

"I remember being chased by a Ghost..." Huang Ying sat on the bed for a long time as he found his previous memories were somewhat blurry, as if his head had been struck by something.

"You seemed to be having a nightmare," the old lady served Huang Ying a bowl of soup: "I saw you lying alone in the corridor, afraid you would catch cold, I carried you into the house. Then you started talking nonsense as soon as you lay down."

"Really just a dream? But it felt so real." Huang Ying sat up from the bed—he could smell the aroma of the porridge; exhausted, he slowly picked up the bowl.

The warm steam caressed his cheeks as Huang Ying tentatively took a small sip.

The warmth slid into his stomach through his mouth, fragrant and comforting, dispelling the chill within his body.

Holding the porcelain bowl somewhat incredulously, Huang Ying’s mind flashed again with scenes of horrific gore: a woman crawling like a Spider on the ceiling, a psychopath with half his body burned, and that Dollface who had lured him into a room with a split mouth.

Continuous horror surged towards his helpless self. He shook his head desperately, and then looked again at the steaming porridge in his hands.

A simple bowl of porridge, that indescribable warmth, provided Huang Ying with an unprecedented experience; he had never tasted such a warm porridge before.

Clutching the bowl with both hands, after escaping death, Huang Ying found himself crying over the porridge.

"What’s wrong with you, kid?" The old lady didn’t know why Huang Ying was crying. She picked up a cloth from the table and handed it to him, "You’re an adult, why are you crying?"

"I’m not," Huang Ying sniffled, wiping his somewhat swollen eyes, "Your porridge is just so delicious, it reminds me of the porridge my mother used to make for me when she was still alive."

"Are you thinking of your mother?"

"Yeah," Huang Ying, not minding the heat, took another large sip, "I was a real troublemaker as a kid. One winter, I ran to the edge of a lake to play, and accidentally slipped in. The ice was very thin, and I yelled in the icy water, my mother jumped in without hesitation to save me. Afterward, she managed to push me to shore, but she didn’t have the strength to climb out herself."

"Your mother was great."

"I’ve always felt so guilty. Now, I have a lot of money, and I can get anything I want, but I can’t say I’m happy or unhappy; it just always feels like there’s something missing inside." While eating the porridge the old lady made, Huang Ying’s eyes were still red, "I rarely talk to anyone about these things, sometimes I even think that I won’t think about it anymore, but I seemed to see my mother again in the nightmare just now."

"You saw your mother just now?" The old lady was surprised.

"Right there, in the endless fear, when I thought I was definitely going to die and had given up struggling, she appeared again." Huang Ying tried hard to remember, "Just like when I was very young, she saved me when I was on the brink of death; she entered the depths of my nightmare and rescued me."

"Did you see her clearly?"

"I didn’t see her clearly, but in such a desperate dream, who else but my mother would come to take me away? The feeling they gave me was very similar." Huang Ying touched his chest, "This game always manages to capture the softest ray of light at the bottom of a person’s heart. Maybe it’s trying to heal my pain this way..."

As Huang Ying murmured to himself, the bedroom door opened, and a child saw the porridge and dishes on the table and blurted out, "I’m not eating from a coffin..."

The old lady covered the child’s mouth before he could finish.

Rubbing his swollen eyes, Huang Ying bowed his head and finished all the porridge on the table, "Actually, I’m quite a coward. These things, I only dare tell them to NPCs in the game."

He stood up, bowed deeply to the old lady, then took out many gifts from the Item Bar and placed them on the table, "Thank you for the porridge, but I still can’t calm down now. I must do something to confirm a suspicion!"

After speaking, Huang Ying walked toward the bathroom, under the baffled gaze of the old lady and child.

He grabbed the bathroom doorknob and took another look back at the cozy little cabin, "Maybe I understand the meaning of the Hidden Map now, this game really is beyond my expectations, striking right at the heart, touching the soul."

His arm slowly exerted pressure, Huang Ying opened the bathroom door, and as he stepped in, a hand landed on his back.

Boundless Dark Energy emerged instantaneously, and Huang Ying’s body turned into a streak of blood light as it plunged into the blood-red Attribute Panel.

The Attribute Panel, filled with Blood Silk, slowly returned to normal. Han Fei, who had just used his Soul-returning Talent, collapsed to the ground.

"Is the drain on the body from Soul-returning this severe? It feels like I’ve been completely hollowed out."

Han Fei had already arrived at Meng Shi’s home before Huang Ying woke up. Worried about long-lasting effects on Huang Ying, he had been hiding in the bedroom secretly observing, only sending Huang Ying back after he had awakened himself.