My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 327: The Wronged Merchant

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: The Wronged Merchant

Han Fei had no time to worry about Xiaofang and Brother Hua; his mind was entirely occupied by the fragmented image of the Building-jumping Ghost, impossible to dismiss!

"Stay calm! The little girl has already been taken out; this is a rare opportunity, I must seize it well!" he thought.

"Right, stay composed! If I want to restore the Building-jumping Ghost’s sanity, I need to try to fuse their scattered memories back together."

"First, I must go to the eighth floor to find the Female Live-streamer and get her to wear the Red Skirt, as only the complete Red Skirt has a chance to block the Building-jumping Ghost."

"After the Building-jumping Ghost is blocked, I need to find the divorced mother and Needle Woman, and their children, then..."

The howling wind pierced his ears, and the pungent smell of blood, like thick ocean waves, instantly engulfed Han Fei’s head.

The Building-jumping Ghost caught up!

Unlike Grudge Energy, the Building-jumping Ghost emitted an even more chilling aura—undoubtedly, the hatred in her heart.

From grudge to hatred, there was something that needed to be crossed; even though she hadn’t become true Hatred, traces of hatred lingered on her.

With no time to dodge, Han Fei could only hold the wooden box over his head.

"Bang!"

Wood chips flew; the blood-red box was smashed by the Building-jumping Ghost’s incomplete arm, the limb smeared with the Death Curse reached into the box but couldn’t touch Han Fei’s head.

Blood congealed, a crimson wind whipped up in the hallway, and a Red Skirt, more vivid than ever before, appeared on the other side of the Death Curse.

In the narrow corridor, two forces collided violently, intertwining new and old hatreds.

"Give me back my child!"

The Death Curse on the Building-jumping Ghost’s body began to boil, the eerie black letters clumped together, evolving into new shapes.

After the last shred of humanity was taken by Han Fei, the Building-jumping Ghost no longer just repeated death and destruction; for the first time, other words appeared in her mouth.

Bewildered and controlled by hatred utilized by Butterfly, the Building-jumping Ghost finally got what she wanted.

Driven by extreme anger, her heart, riddled with wounds, seemed to start beating again.

At this moment, Han Fei had no idea how big a mess he had created. Even Butterfly dared not lightly touch the Building-jumping Ghost’s child, actively putting the family of three into room 1244 to let the Building-jumping Ghost vent her hatred.

Now, by directly taking away the most important thing to the Building-jumping Ghost, the door of room 1244 seemed to also have been smashed. If Butterfly doesn’t come to Building One soon, it’s likely only a matter of time before this place is "torn down" by the Building-jumping Ghost and Han Fei.

Both the Building-jumping Ghost and the Red Skirt were incomplete, but their collision had already reached the limits Building One could withstand. Normally, the Manager would appear to interfere in such a situation, but Han Fei had yet to see even a shadow of the Manager.

Streaks of blood-red cracks appeared on the walls, nearby doors were directly shredded, as easily as paper.

Once again, the Red Skirt bought Han Fei precious time; he carried the little girl across the corridor and up the stairs through a safety passage on the other side.

"Open the door! I’ve found your child!"

Han Fei pounded madly on the divorcee mother’s door, the Little Ghost peered out from behind the safety door, seemingly puzzled, as it had hidden very well, how could he claim to have found the divorcee mother’s child?

"Open the door!"

Footsteps hurried and the divorced mother opened the door, looking somewhat fearful.

"This is your child!" Han Fei carried the little girl into the house.

"But my child is a boy..." The divorced mother tried to say more, but at that moment, the little girl in Han Fei’s arms suddenly placed her hand beside the divorced mother’s face. As her fingers touched her cheek, the divorced mother couldn’t say a word, and a tear suddenly flowed from the corner of her eye.

She didn’t even realize she had started crying, despite being unable to remember anything, despite her memories being entirely different, her tears just wouldn’t stop.

"Impossible, my child is a boy, he always looks for the room keys when adults are asleep at night, I love him very much, but I don’t know why he always wants to leave me." The divorced mother continuously wiped her tears with her hands, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, and soon her face was drenched.

"Your memories have been tampered with, you are Zhuang Wen! This little girl is your humanity! She is your most precious thing!" Han Fei, freeing one hand, grabbed the divorced mother’s shoulders and used a secret technique to touch the depths of her soul, shaking her fiercely, "Remember! For your child, to truly find your child!"

Han Fei’s voice grew louder, and the divorced mother’s face gradually showed signs of anomaly as new skin appeared wherever her tears had flowed.

She seemed to be undergoing unimaginable pain, and ultimately, she let out a piercing scream.

"Stop deceiving yourself! Face yourself in your heart! You represent Zhuang Wen’s motherhood! You are her most essential, inseparable part!"

Han Fei’s voice echoed through the entire living room, and Zhuang Wen’s mother’s hair hung down, her transformation seemingly complete, and she herself did not emit a very strong aura.

Just as Han Fei thought this divorced mother had no abilities and was preparing to forcefully take her away, the bedroom door beside them opened.

A pale face suddenly peeked out of the dark crack, then like water ripples, it warped and transformed into a Little Ghost.

Shortly after, another face appeared, then a third and a fourth, as Little Ghosts began to transform and crowd at the bedroom doorway!

All these years, every night the divorced mother had brought a Little Ghost home, treating them as her deceased child!

A stifling Dark Energy flowed out of the bedroom, and Han Fei’s hand, which had been holding the divorced mother’s shoulder, slowly loosened, "I might have been somewhat impolite just now, but my words are harsh for a valid reason, you represent Zhuang Wen’s motherhood..."

Before he could finish, the divorced mother raised her head, her eyes fixated on the little girl, her lips trembling as she slowly said, "Give me my child back..."

"Why do you say the same thing? I can give her to you, but not now!"

Looking at the room full of Little Ghosts, Han Fei decisively left the room and continued running upstairs!

"Don’t chase me! I’m trying to help you!"

The doors of the divorced mother’s house were pushed open by Little Ghosts one after another, and countless child-like handprints appeared behind Han Fei: "No way? Is a memory containing motherhood this strong?"

Without even a moment to catch his breath, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran up to the eighteenth floor.

He hadn’t appeared yet when he heard a businessman sigh helplessly, "You again? I moved from the left emergency exit to the right one, don’t you sleep at night?"

"Get out of the way!"

With a fierce look, Han Fei roared at the businessman and then, without looking back, dashed towards the twenty-second floor where the Needle Woman lived.

Watching Han Fei’s frantic behavior, the businessman reluctantly stepped back, his face slightly aggrieved, "Why yell so loudly... I was already avoiding you, who knew you would still run in circles?"