My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 200: Grabbing the God of Death by the Neck

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Grabbing the God of Death by the Neck

Huang Ying lay on the bed in his bedroom, his body utterly exhausted, even the slightest movement felt difficult.

The temperature kept dropping and the darkness around him thickened. During this, a figure emerged from the kitchen.

The scene in front of Huang Ying was very similar to the last scene played in the video. It seemed as if the ghost had truly emerged from the video, even its method of killing appeared identical.

Fear surged into his brain in an instant, taking over every nerve.

This was different from the terror in the game; Huang Ying was well aware that he was in reality now, with no option to exit the game.

His body was too tired; his eyelids were hard to keep open. He wanted to rise from the bed, but his limbs wouldn’t cooperate.

It was as if his brain was being manipulated, constantly flashing with the most horrifying, most desperate scenes as if he had subconsciously accepted some psychological suggestion.

"The house is not safe now!"

The constant footsteps triggered Huang Ying’s stress response, involuntary images from the video flashing through his mind.

In the first video, the neighbor desperately knocked on the door. The man didn’t believe him, but the ghost had already entered the house.

It seemed as if the ghost was hiding in some corner of the house, ready to appear at any moment.

Terror, oppression, as the figure outdoors approached, scenes from the second video continuously flashed through Huang Ying’s mind.

Axin was woken by strange noises, her eyes groggily opening to see her once-close friend, who seemed to be sleepwalking, practicing chopping with a kitchen knife.

When she tried to escape, she realized she was trapped in the room.

The once-comforting home had now become a prison.

If the ghost really had come out of the video, then it might be staring at him from somewhere right now, and there probably wasn’t just one ghost.

An indescribable fear swept over him, intertwining video fragments with reality.

Huang Ying’s condition was extremely poor now, his spirit at its limit, like his heavy consciousness hung on a very thin thread.

He exerted all his strength just to crawl from the side of the bed, a voice in his mind constantly urging him to hurry and leave the house, the longer he delayed, the more likely he would die a terrible death inside.

He grabbed the bedside craft item, the expensive ornament seemed a lot heavier than usual, as if it had been stuffed with some kind of meat.

His fingers turned white; everything in the room made Huang Ying feel alienated and fearful, as if he had already decided it was not safe in the house.

"I can’t stay here any longer."

Short of breath, even the voice-controlled lights wouldn’t turn on, Huang Ying felt like a drowning man struggling in the darkness.

He couldn’t make a sound, his body becoming heavier, the temperature around him dropping continuously, getting colder and colder.

Moving his feet, Huang Ying saw a figure in the dark approaching him, her hands holding something just taken from the kitchen.

Leave! Run!

His memory triggered, Huang Ying forcefully hurled the craft item in his hands at the shadow moving inside the room, then scrambled toward the living room door on hands and knees.

Somewhere in the darkness, something was coming closer; Huang Ying’s hand rested on the latest model of the security door.

The triple-encrypted security door, which outsiders absolutely could not open. After recognizing his fingerprint, he began entering the password, at this moment the shadow was only a few steps away from him.

His fingers trembled, fear filling his eyes, Huang Ying marshaled the last of his strength to unlock the password lock.

He grabbed the doorknob and pushed outward with all his strength!

But as soon as he had opened a crack in the door, a gloved hand reached in from the outside and firmly grasped the opened door panel.

With a kick, the weakened Huang Ying was sent flying to the side, and the triple-encrypted door was completely opened.

A man dressed in black, wearing black gloves, and carrying a black box entered the room.

He had smeared something on his face, his features concealed, making it impossible for the surveillance to lock onto his face.

"One minute left."

Opening the black box, there was a mini machine in operation inside, and not a large display screen labeled with various options of Huang Ying’s home intelligence system; it seemed that the man had somehow hacked into the residential community system.

He was likely not doing this for the first time; after adjusting several options, he stripped off all clothing from Huang Ying and the smart home assistant.

Then, grabbing the smart home assistant by both arms, he made it strangle Huang Ying’s neck.

"You will die in the worst way possible, disgraced and a shame to your family."

His hands slowly increased pressure, Huang Ying’s eyes rolled back, and the man was incredibly strong. Combined with his exhaustion, he was helpless to struggle.

His neck twisted and deformed, Huang Ying’s face turned purple from suffocation, his strength fading.

"Your soul will be carried to the beyond by that butterfly, you should know, this is not death, but a release."

The man continued to apply pressure, and now Huang Ying had stopped resisting. His eyes lost their luster, and this was his first time being so close to death.

Just as Huang Ying gave up resisting, urgent footsteps suddenly echoed in the quiet hallway!

The sudden footsteps disrupted the plans of the man in black. He turned his head to glance at the door, ajar by half a palm’s width.

Huang Ying’s anti-theft door was secured by a triple-password lock; once the door was closed, reopening it would require triple authentication via fingerprint, password, and voice.

This meant, if the man in black closed the door at this moment, he would likely be locked inside the room, unable to leave for some time.

Hesitating for only two seconds, the unlocked door was pulled open directly.

A young man in plain clothes, breathing heavily, with eyes full of blood vessels, looked into the room.

Five fingers tightened around the door panel, veins emerging on his arms. Seeing the scene inside, he instantly swept a kick at the man in black’s cheek without any hesitation!

"Pop!"

The man in black, half-squatting on the ground, narrowly dodged it. As for the delicate gentle smart home assistant, it was not so lucky. Its body heavily collided with the wall, its shoulder twisted and sunken.

The loud noise jolted Huang Ying, who with great difficulty opened his eyes. He saw the young man standing at the door, an image that throttled the neck of the god of death as it approached him!

Han Fei...

His mouth opened, but he could not make a sound, blood streaming from Huang Ying’s neck. He reached out desperately, but couldn’t grasp anything.

The man in black, realizing the danger, his face smeared with something, showed a trace of viciousness.

He disregarded Han Fei and pulled a non-metallic knife from his clothes, stabbing it straight toward Huang Ying.

The man in black, seemingly acting on some command, seemed to consider Huang Ying much more important than Han Fei.