My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 220: Where Can You Find Such Sincere Neighborly Relations?

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Where Can You Find Such Sincere Neighborly Relations?

The Blood-colored Paperman, covered in blood, stood wobbling on the ground, radiating an intense aura of misfortune.

The long-haired middle-aged man had not been concerned about Han Fei, until he saw the Paperman’s face.

The face enveloped in blood possessed a terrifying beauty that was astoundingly breathtaking. Could a Paperman really be this stunning?

A bone-chilling coldness surged through his body, for that face was all too familiar to the long-haired middle-aged man.

Its unique beauty symbolized the epitome of cruelty and danger, and he was even reluctant to mention that horrifying name.

"What is your relationship with her?" the long-haired middle-aged man’s voice changed upon seeing the Blood-colored Paperman; he was ready for the worst.

"Simply put, it’s like a neighborhood relationship," Han Fei replied.

"A neighborhood relationship?" A trace of confusion flashed in the long-haired middle-aged man’s eyes. Indeed, there were some bonds in the Deep World, but they were mostly forcibly connected by curses; even relationships between parents and children couldn’t trust each other. Now, Han Fei was willing to put his life on the line for a neighbor?

In the long-haired middle-aged man’s view, Han Fei was probably just looking for an excuse to kill him; he didn’t genuinely believe Han Fei cared about that woman.

Moreover, he did not think anyone in this world would willingly help that mad, gluttonous woman.

The clothes made from woven hair on his body released a pungent stench of decay, and the human face patterns began to distort, revealing extremely pained expressions.

Every hair on the middle-aged man’s body seemed to have been taken from a corpse, carrying a strong Death Intent.

"It seems you really aren’t planning to answer."

The Black Giant Python, having swallowed a vast amount of Dark Energy, completely entered the Ghost Pattern; the temperature on the surface of Han Fei’s skin kept dropping, even forming frost.

For a living person, this was extremely painful, but no discomfort could be seen on Han Fei’s face, just madness and a trace of worry.

"I will make you talk," Han Fei stated.

It didn’t matter that Han Fei now had neighbors to help, even if he were alone, he would have tried every means to tie down the long-haired middle-aged man.

Han Fei was a simple man in some ways; you helped me once, now you are in trouble, I will surely rescue you with all my might.

Just arrived at Happiness Residential Community, Xu Qin had saved him more than once, and Han Fei had not forgotten any of those favors.

Not to mention later, Xu Qin helped him control the Blood-colored Paperman. Han Fei still remembered the scene when Xu Qin pierced her palm and the Paperman with a Dinner Knife, allowing her blood to cover the Paperman’s body.

Only a Level 10 Han Fei, was able to manipulate this defective F-level Curse Item, thanks entirely to Xu Qin.

"Attack!"

Without warning, several cold breaths rushed toward the long-haired man simultaneously from various directions, and there were many of them.

When Han Fei stepped out of the dumpling house with his opponent, he had already been prepared to make his move, having released the Fierce Ghosts from the Spiritual Altar beforehand, setting an ambush all around.

By now, Han Fei was no longer the novice he once was; he knew the survival rules of this city well. To learn the truth, the safest way was to beat the other party until they dared not lie.

From the beginning, he never thought of resolving it peacefully, especially since this involved Xu Qin; he couldn’t afford to be careless. The previous negotiation was only to buy time for the neighbors to complete their encirclement.

Cries filled his ears, and the long-haired man couldn’t pinpoint the location of the sound; it seemed the enemy might appear anywhere within ten meters.

Sharp senses were disrupted by the Crying, gradually, the long-haired man could only hear the miserable cries in his ears, a sound that could drive a person mad.

"You all..."

The long-haired man hadn’t expected Han Fei to strike as soon as he said "attack," completely disregarding everything else.

With the advantage of surprise against the unsuspecting, he lost the initiative and instantly became passive.

Just coming out from Beast Alley, the long-haired man was not in his peak condition, and now being ganged up on, the situation was extremely unfavorable for him.

If you catch the king, you catch the thief. Rather than focusing on fighting everyone, it’s better to take down one first.

His chilling eyes looked towards Han Fei, his clothes turned into sticky black hair, the middle-aged man was aging rapidly, all the Dark Energy in his body pouring into the black hair.

Seeing the middle-aged man charging at him, Han Fei showed no panic; he had once fought hand-to-hand with the out-of-control Zhang Guanxing to save his life.

With that experience, he had become even more composed this time.

In the entire Deep World, Han Fei was an anomaly; he was the weakest person, yet the most fearless, and someone who could overturn most Ghosts and Monsters’ understanding of people.

Without dodging or flinching, Han Fei posed in the most standard police combat stance, the Ghost Patterns cut into his skin, yet he seemed to feel no pain at all.

As the middle-aged man entered his two-meter radius, the muscles that had been tensed throughout his body suddenly erupted with astonishing power.

"Touch the deepest secrets of the soul!"

A side-kick swept directly at the long-haired middle-aged man’s waist, and the body protected by his dark hair caved in significantly.

With his eyes bulging, the middle-aged man incredulously stared at his own body, unable to understand how a person, exuding the aura of a living being, could strike his body comprised entirely of resentment and pain.

The emotions buried in his heart were scrutinized. Could his opponent’s attack also penetrate the protection of the dark energy and directly touch the deepest secrets of the soul?

His dark hair wound around Han Fei’s leg, but, unexpectedly to him, the man before him acted as if he were mad, completely indifferent to life or death, treating his body like a rope. He actually tried to use a locking technique on the fierce ghost.

In fact, Han Fei, who could exit the game, could evade fatal injuries in a fraction of a second. The Han Fei who disregarded death was now in his strongest state.

If Han Fei had encountered the long-haired middle-aged man alone, he definitely wouldn’t have faced him directly. But now, with the help of his neighbors, he just needed to trap his opponent, buying time for his neighbors.

The cries resonated beside his ears. The long-haired middle-aged man hadn’t yet found a chance to kill Han Fei before a paperman’s face appeared before him.

Looking down, a blood-red paperman, somehow, had climbed onto his chest, resembling the most terrifying woman in Beast Alley.

A nightmare trampled upon him. To the long-haired man, that suffocatingly beautiful face symbolized doom and misfortune.

"Why does this paperman also exude the aura of a curse?"

The woman herself was a curse aggregation, and what terrified the long-haired man was that the aura of the curse emanating from the paperman was no less intense than from the woman.

"What in the world is going on? Why are there suddenly so many grudges and curses wanting to assist that woman!"

This was unimaginable in the Deep World. The long-haired man couldn’t comprehend at all. Had all these fierce ghosts gone mad? Without reason, they were actually supporting a terrifyingly cruel curse aggregation.

In this place, selfish indifference was the norm. He could never have guessed that fierce ghosts, with utterly different obsessions, would come together for one person, uniting as one.

The clothes woven from black hair were torn, and his consciousness became hazy amid the crying. As he was about to use his ability, his back was violently hammered.

A corpulent monster carrying an ominous aura crashed into his back, and the area it touched started to rapidly decay, with finger-thick black insects crawling from the rotting residual soul.

These creatures were called disaster insects; they always appeared first whenever a major catastrophe was imminent.

Without resisting now, he would have no chance. The long-haired man opened the blood-stained wooden box. A human head rolled out onto the ground. He didn’t bother to pick it up and instead pulled a rusty pair of scissors from the blood inside the box.

The scissors looked rusty, as if they couldn’t even cut paper, but when they touched the bodies of Li Zai and his brother, their souls were unexpectedly cut open.

"Could these scissors actually be the true form of the barber?"

Inside the wooden box were stored multiple pairs of scissors, normally all soaked in fresh blood, sealed within the box.

As the long-haired man grabbed the scissors, his sanity was instantly affected. His eyes turned blood-red, and he began to chew on his own hair, unconsciously shouting out a name.

"Player number 0000, please note! You have successfully triggered the unique G-level hidden mission—Barber."

"Barber (Grudge): Hardworking, he opened a barbershop on the street corner. He loved his job because he harbored a severely kept secret—he suffered from an intense hair fetish."

"Caressing, sniffing, even licking hair gave him an incomparable thrill, and gradually, he became unsatisfied with just touching hair at work. He wanted to possess more hair from different people, and he longed to use their hair to weave a cocoon and then imprison himself within it forever."

"Mission requirement: Kill the barber, completely destroy the barber’s scissors, and free the grudges imprisoned within them; or choose to redeem the barber, help him fulfill his dream, and weave a cocoon made of hair for him."

Without any hesitation, Han Fei chose directly to kill the barber.

"Soul scattered, that should cure any fetish."

Surrounded by multiple grudges, including the newly evolved cry, it was already quite admirable that the barber had held on until now.

His body was invaded by the blood-colored paperman, whose smiling face was sinister and terrifying. It desperately tried to burrow into his wounds. Just thinking about it scared the barber.

He was extremely cautious but, ultimately, the blood-colored paperman found its chance.

Tiny blood-colored paper pieces burrowed into his flesh and squeezed into his soul.

Already tormented by the cries to the brink, his consciousness now experienced another type of pain. It felt as if paper pieces were stuffed inside his eyeballs. He wanted to remove them with his hands, but even if his fingers reached into his wounds, they couldn’t touch his own soul.

Encountering this group of madmen was just the barber’s bad luck.

In fact, he also felt innocent inside. He hadn’t done anything at all except open a wooden box in the dumpling shop.

"Could they really be doing this for that woman? Just because they are neighbors? Are all the people in this community sick!"