My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 239 I Didn’t Do Anything, Yet My Affinity Keeps Increasing

Chapter 239: Chapter 239 I Didn’t Do Anything, Yet My Affinity Keeps Increasing

Xu Qin hadn’t returned to the Happiness Residential Community for a long time, and some memories had become unfamiliar to her, but when she heard what Han Fei said, it seemed like the world, covered in bloodstains, gained some additional colors.

Such a simple and ordinary sentence, yet before meeting Han Fei, Xu Qin had never heard anyone say it.

In the entire Deep World, only Han Fei liked to eat the meals made by Xu Qin.

It was neither perfunctory praise nor insincere flattery, Xu Qin could see that Han Fei truly wanted to eat the dishes she made.

Her lips curved gently upwards, the perfect curvature of her lips carrying a beauty that was hard to describe.

Having someone like the food she made was a simple form of happiness.

"If you want to eat, I can make some for you. Just bear with it a bit longer, we’re almost at the place," Xu Qin said, seemingly worried that Han Fei might fall, even reaching out to support him.

In his mind, the system constantly reminded Xu Qin that her friendliness level was increasing, and Han Fei didn’t understand what he had done to deserve this, but in truth, he had come to regard Xu Qin as family.

Redemption and trust were often mutual; as he received friendliness from Xu Qin, he also gave his own friendliness and trust to her.

The concept of family was rather blurry in Han Fei’s heart, as he had never had someone willing to take care of him like Xu Qin did in reality; it was a special feeling.

What others saw as a Curse Aggregation governed by appetite and murderous intent, Han Fei saw as a gentle, food-loving neighbor sister who had saved him multiple times and whose merits were too numerous to count.

He didn’t understand why so many people disliked the food Xu Qin made. It seemed that this was also the reason Xu Qin had only a mediocre impression of the former Building Chief.

Shaking his head, Han Fei dismissed the superfluous thoughts in his mind and continued with the previous question, "At the place? What place?"

"We’re going to a building in the north, where some people are hidden, but it’s best not to see them as humans," she replied.

"Dangerous?"

"It’s a bit safer than the outside, but since Beast Alley has undergone changes, that place might also have problems. Let’s go, there are some things I left there, as well as medicine that can heal your wounds."

"Medicine?" Han Fei didn’t say anything more, trusting in Xu Qin’s judgment, "Okay, let’s go there now."

After surviving many crises, Han Fei, who had escaped death, leaned against his "family member," feeling very relaxed at that moment, and indeed, he felt a joy in his heart that had been long absent; he tried to smile, but the grin he managed was still just a performed smile.

"When ’Twin Flowers’ was released, I felt more emotional; the joy I had in my heart then doesn’t even compare to a tenth of what I feel now. Seems like I really might find the smile I lost in this game."

Continuing to head north, the buildings on either side of Beast Alley became increasingly disorderly, as if symbolizing that the Manager’s inner world had completely fallen into chaos.

The surrounding houses were broken and dilapidated, slanting this way and that, looking twisted and abnormal.

This place must have also seen some very bloody and terrifying events; the bricks of all the buildings had been soaked in blood, turning them blackish-red.

As they passed several unremarkable four-story old buildings, Xu Qin stopped.

She turned back to look at Han Fei and Cry, warning, "After you enter the building, don’t believe anything the people inside say."

Han Fei followed Xu Qin into the dilapidated four-story old building, and as he stepped inside, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Attention, player 0000! You have discovered a hidden structure within the Hidden Map — the Butcher’s House!"

"Is this the Butcher’s house?" Han Fei stopped in his tracks, his nerves, which had been relaxed, tensed up once more. The Spider’s two most important books were "Beast Alley" and "The Butcher’s House".

Beast Alley represented the world he had seen, while The Butcher’s House symbolized his own inner self.

"Stay close to me." Xu Qin, wearing half a mask, walked into the building. The old building, which looked ordinary from the outside, actually contained a world of its own.

The buildings had all been linked together, with the various rooms connected to one another, forming a labyrinth.

After winding and walking for about ten minutes, Xu Qin led Han Fei and Cry to a room on the third floor.

They stopped in front of a blood-red door that had a pig face hanging on it.

It wasn’t a mask, but an actual face that had been cruelly peeled off.

"The people living here appear quite normal on the surface, each with his own profession, as if they were united and helping each other in hiding within the building to avoid the Pig-faced Monster’s pursuit. But in fact, each one of them has blood on their hands and deceit in their hearts. They not only want to kill those beasts but also wish to kill every living thing inside the building." Xu Qin lowered her voice, and ever since they had entered the building, her voice began to change slowly: "I can feel the murderous intent radiating from them; those guys all want to be the only living person inside."

"The only living person?" Han Fei, recalling the Spider’s nine personalities upon hearing Xu Qin’s description, thought that if this dilapidated building was like the Spider’s heart, to become the only personality, one would have to kill all the other personalities inside.

Twisting the doorknob, Xu Qin opened the Blood Gate in front of them. Sitting in the shabby room was a man in his sixties who seemed to suffer from severe cataracts, his eyes markedly different from those of normal people. When he lifted his eyelids, you could see mostly the whites and some black impurities.

The old man sat slumped on the bed. His body seemed in poor condition, and his legs were not very agile, but he was incredibly welcoming.

Noticing Xu Qin’s entrance, he threw off the blanket that covered his legs, showing great excitement.

"Thank heaven, you are finally back safe and sound," the old man limped towards Xu Qin, seemingly very concerned about her.

"Give me two masks, I need to take them out of here."

"Leave?" The old man faltered, then shook his head in resignation: "How many years has it been, and you still think about leaving? Monsters surround us; we can’t escape! The world is incredibly dangerous; staying here is the safest..."

"Give me two masks now." Xu Qin didn’t care what the old man was saying. She pulled out her dinner knife, her tone ice-cold.

"It’s not that I don’t want to give them to you, but the Doctor said the masks can only be given to those who are useful to us. The two people beside you, one is so severely injured, and the other is so young. If I give you the masks, the Doctor will be angry," the old man said, shrinking his neck, constantly using the Doctor as a scapegoat as if it was all the Doctor’s fault.

"What do you mean by people who are useful to you? Are there specific standards?" Han Fei was curious about the old man in front of him. He remembered that Spider’s Number Six personality, Uncle Li, was also a man in his sixties, outwardly friendly to everyone, but secretly sinister, perverted, and suffered from severe antisocial tendencies.

"Beasts are everywhere outside; living in these times is too difficult, we all look after each other," the old man gave Han Fei a cursory glance, his focus still mainly on Xu Qin: "How about this, you agree to do two things for me and I will give you two masks."

"One thing," Xu Qin cut in decisively, leaving no room for negotiation: "If you’re unwilling to give them, then I will find someone else."

"Alright, one thing then," the old man cracked a smile, revealing blackened yellow teeth: "I haven’t seen the Writer who lives on the fourth floor for a long time. I hope you can help me find out what happened to the Writer."

As the old man spoke, Han Fei glanced at the mission panel, but strangely, he did not receive any mission prompts, feeling like the old man was just saying things offhandedly.

Xu Qin nodded and led Han Fei and Cry out of the room.

Once they were a significant distance from the door, Han Fei gently grabbed Xu Qin’s arm: "Sis, I have an idea I’d like to discuss with you. Actually, there is a faster way to get the masks."

Leaning close to Xu Qin, Han Fei lowered his voice: "That old man is deceiving us. Instead of risking our lives to look for the Writer, why don’t we just kill that old man? How about that?"

Xu Qin, who was wiping her dinner knife, heard Han Fei’s words, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes, as if she was shocked that the two of them had arrived at the same idea.