My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 243: Why Don’t You Let Me Take a Slash to Find Out?

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Why Don’t You Let Me Take a Slash to Find Out?

The elderly resident in Room 301 is one of the longest-standing inhabitants of this building, and he is amiable to everyone, never putting on airs.

He offers his help to the neighbors when they’re in trouble and maintains good relations with everyone; people warmly greet him with "Hello, Uncle Li."

Every resident in the building has their own duties, and because the elderly man is respected and liked, everyone elected him as the acting Building Chief.

On a daily basis, he proactively coordinates relationships among neighbors and resolves conflicts; if someone from outside wants to move into the building, they must get his approval.

Uncle Li’s cloudy eyes turned towards the young man standing in the center of the room. He vaguely remembered that the young man had returned to the building with Xu Qin; his name seemed to be Han Fei.

"Uncle Li, my sister has sacrificed so much for me. I don’t want to be a burden to her. Do you think there’s something I can do inside the building? As long as you can give me a mask, everything is up for discussion," Han Fei said with a touch of shyness, not adept at socializing and not daring to look directly into Uncle Li’s eyes.

Uncle Li’s face was adorned with a kind smile. Having seen countless people, he had a rough idea about Han Fei’s character from his words and behavior.

The young man in front of him was introverted, probably not talking much normally and not good at dealing with people, always keeping things to himself.

"Actually, I really want to help you, but it’s not just up to me in this building."

"Uncle Li, I’m very hardworking and can endure hardships. I’m willing to do any dirty or tiring job inside the building," Han Fei said earnestly, clutching the wound on his shoulder and looking at Uncle Li.

Uncle Li had lived a long life, but it was the first time he had seen such a sincere gaze. Under Xu Qin’s protection, the young man was like a piece of jade unsoiled by malice.

A flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and the old man’s cloudy eyes slowly turned. To those harboring malice, the more beautiful and pure something was, the more thrilling it was to destroy it.

"Considering how thoughtful you are towards your sister, I’ll make an exception and help you this once," said the elderly man, as if truly starting to consider how to help Han Fei. "We don’t keep idlers in this building. What have you done before? Where have you worked? Do you have any particular skills?"

Upon hearing the elderly man’s questions, Han Fei fell silent for a while before speaking up: "I may be young, but my work experience is extensive. I started working at a convenience store. I’m hardworking and passionate about my job, and I got along very well with my colleagues. Later, to relieve the Shop Manager of some pressure, I took the initiative to undertake the toughest and most dangerous tasks. The Shop Manager was very moved when he found out and we became inseparable friends."

"I’m also very ambitious. While working at the convenience store, I self-studied and educated myself about teaching. My efforts paid off, and eventually, a school hired me as a teacher. I got along very harmoniously with the students; they felt like I was their father, bringing them an unprecedented level of care and attention."

Han Fei reminisced about the jobs he had worked in the past, and when recalling those pleasant experiences, a faint smile would appear at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the involuntary smile on Han Fei’s face, the old man felt an even stronger disgust inside. Rather than wishing well for beautiful things, he preferred to tear all that was beautiful apart.

"Is that all? That makes things difficult; we already have a teacher in this building who takes care of the children," the elderly man said, limping off the bed, seemingly searching for something in the room, "Do you have any other skills?"

"Back in my rural hometown, I used to follow my elders in slaughtering pigs. They were well-known butchers in the village, so I learned all the skills of slaughtering livestock," Han Fei announced calmly while standing in the middle of the butchers’ household, "You probably don’t have a butcher here, right? That’s a profession you rarely come across."

"Butcher?" The old man was slightly taken aback, then scrutinized Han Fei again and again. He couldn’t find any flaws in Han Fei, who seemed oblivious to any issue with what he had said, "There are all sorts of professions among the building’s residents, but indeed, we do not have a butcher. You’ve come just at the right time. But I need to see your craft; come with me."

Uncle Li opened the door and walked down a corridor completely alien to Han Fei, "Where’s your sister? And what about that kid who’s been following you?"

"My sister went to the Writer’s room to look for clues, and the kid is at my sister’s place," Han Fei replied, not knowing where the old man was taking him. All he felt was that the old man seemed "kind" and "trustworthy."

The two wandered the hallways for quite a while before arriving at a corner on the first floor.

Upon opening the door in front of them, there was a staircase leading downwards.

The air was tinged with a faint smell of blood, and there were stains on the ground that had not been fully cleaned.

"Uncle Li, why did you bring me here?" Han Fei was a bit reluctant to go in.

"We usually slaughter animals here, and this is also a test for you, after all, this is my first time seeing someone whose profession is a butcher," the old man knew very well that within the Butcher’s family, everyone was a butcher, although everyone else had other professions as a cover, they would never openly admit to being a butcher.

"If you can pass the test, this will be your workplace in the future." Uncle Li led Han Fei down a long staircase, the underground structure of the building seemed to be even more complex than what was above ground.

Arriving at the second basement level, the old man opened a rusty iron door.

In the room was a solid wood table, with a large iron basin covered by a black cloth on top.

"You say you are a butcher, so you should know a lot about meat. Take a look at the kind of meat that is in that basin," the old man gestured for Han Fei to approach the table, while he himself walked over to a large iron cabinet in the corner of the room.

Lifting the black cloth, there were chunks of processed meat in the iron basin, its texture and the odor it emitted were very peculiar.

Han Fei looked for a long time, then frowned.

"What do you think? Recognized it yet? If you can tell what kind of meat this is, you can stay and get a chance at a job and have your own mask." The old man was searching for something in the iron cabinet, not looking back.

After a long time, it seemed the old man finally found what he was looking for; he retrieved a rusty and blunt knife from the bottom of the cabinet.

Spotted fingers touched the blunt knife, and his face, turned away from Han Fei, began to contort.

"Can’t recognize it, but I can confirm it’s some kind of animal meat, it looks very familiar," Han Fei observed carefully, not seeming to notice that the old man holding the blunt knife had slowly turned around, his facial expression completely altered.

"Animal meat?" The old man let out an unpleasant laugh from his mouth. He brandished the knife in his hand, "Take another close look? Are you sure that’s animal meat?"

He inched towards Han Fei, his mouth splitting open to reveal his blackened yellow teeth: "Touch that layer of meat skin, then touch your own skin, doesn’t it feel... similar!"

As the old man finished his sentence, he suddenly swung the knife at Han Fei with a swift motion, unlike the slowness he had previously shown.

Having been prepared, Han Fei dodged in advance, and the blunt knife struck the edge of the iron basin with a sharp clang, but the old man did not care at all.

This was underground, even if noise was made, no one would come.

"I’m sorry, you’re not suited for this job. As a butcher, how could you not even distinguish the most basic human flesh?" The old man’s sinister laughter echoed in the underground.

"Some people are human, but some are no different than animals." Han Fei pulled out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber from his Item Bar, "I just wanted to find a simple job, why do you always target me? Whether it’s the convenience store, or school, or now."

The reason Han Fei didn’t attack the old man directly was that he wanted to test him, to see if he was the person who had stolen the Writer’s manuscript.

It seemed as though the old man was testing Han Fei, but in truth, Han Fei was testing the old man. If the old man passed his test, Han Fei would share a secret with him. In the end, Han Fei was not a person who relished in killing; most of the time, he was merely defending himself.

"I just felt something was off." Blood Silk surfaced in the old man’s cloudy eyes, those black impurities transformed into some kind of curse, causing him to start changing: "Can a knife without a blade still kill a person?"

"Why don’t you let me take a swing and find out?" Han Fei slipped the pitiable little Black Snake into the Ghost Pattern, his surroundings faintly veiled in Dark Energy.

At the same time, footsteps sounded from outside; Xu Qin and Cry, who had been following Han Fei in secret, all arrived at the second basement level.

"You’re not the person I was looking for, and now you’re useless to me." Han Fei gripped the Slaughter Saber, his face still wearing that sincere expression: "All in this world is suffering, I’ve come to deliver you to Rebirth’s bliss."