My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 328: The Woman in the Red Dress

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: The Woman in the Red Dress

The merchant was full of frustration, and he was about to say more when suddenly he heard the sound of rustling footsteps from downstairs.

Turning his head, his already pale face turned even paler, as countless little ghosts surrounded a crazed woman rushing upstairs.

"Another one?" Shrinking his neck, the merchant quickly closed the security door and hid in the corridor, "What’s with that man? I’ve seen scumbags crippled by a few women, but I have never seen a security guard chased to madness by so many fierce ghosts. How many have there been?"

The merchant began to count on his fingers, stealing glances outside from time to time.

Han Fei, who never cared about the strange looks from others, finally reached the twenty-second floor. The sound of children crying reached his ears; the injured boy wasn’t standing in the corridor this time but next to the security door.

Needle Woman had learned from her past mistake. To prevent her child from being taken away by someone like Han Fei again, she dared not let the little boy stray too far from the security door.

She had taken all sorts of precautions, but she hadn’t expected Han Fei to come back.

The sick woman’s face appeared at the glass window, her hand holding the syringe already raised, ready to pierce Han Fei’s skull the moment he dared to touch the boy.

"Snap out of it! This girl is your real child!"

Han Fei walked past the injured boy, suddenly pushed the security door open, and then grabbed Needle Woman’s wrist.

"Touch the secrets deep within the soul!" Seeing beyond the surface, reaching directly into the depths of the soul, Needle Woman also contained Zhuang Wen’s motherhood, only this motherhood had been corroded by memories of the past, warped into something else.

The divorced mother was the ideal mother in Zhuang Wen’s fantasies, while Needle Woman was the embodiment of Zhuang Wen’s actual mother who couldn’t live without drugs, who blindly believed the words of the demon exorcist, and used her child as a bargaining chip, crazed and terrifying.

Having her wrist grabbed, Needle Woman’s maniacal eyes slowly widened.

What does it mean? Kidnapped my son last time? Want to kidnap me this time?

The raised syringe had not yet fallen when a cold little hand touched Needle Woman’s face, freezing her frantic expression instantly, as if something instinctual was awakening in her shattered heart.

When the security door was knocked open, Needle Woman was ready to swing the syringe the moment Han Fei dared to take her child. But now, she couldn’t bring herself to do it; her crazed eyes were fixed on the little girl.

"Where is... my child?"

Mumbling to herself, Needle Woman seemed to remember something.

"Let’s talk while we walk!"

Han Fei held the little girl with one hand and picked up the injured little boy with the other, then bolted.

Needle Woman stood in place for a while, and by the time the divorced mother appeared with a group of little ghosts, her chest heaved violently, as if something in her heart had ripped through its seals.

"My children, they took away my children, those are my children!"

Her pupils trembling, Needle Woman’s limbs suddenly distorted, each fingernail becoming as sharp as a blood-stained carving knife.

She threw away the syringe she was holding and also chased after Han Fei.

"The original Building-jumping Ghost seems unable to leave room 1244, but now she has left it; the divorced mother has never stepped out of her home to look for her children, and now she has also come out; finally, there’s Needle Woman, who was always with her syringe, bound by pain and torment, and now she too has thrown away the syringe. They all have undergone changes, it looks like whatever Butterfly’s restrictions were on the three memories have all been broken by me."

Han Fei’s intentions were good, but the problem was that the "number" of people chasing him had increased again, and Red Skirt definitely couldn’t withstand so many "people."

"I’ll have to seek the Female Live-streamer’s help! Let’s make Red Skirt whole first!"

Having made up his mind, Han Fei immediately took action. He ran through the corridor and entered another side of the stairwell.

In the Death Building Game, Han Fei had deliberately pieced together three memories of the Building-jumping Ghost. The memories of the Building-jumping Ghost didn’t attack each other, but they also did not merge.

To make them a whole, a specific condition was still necessary.

At first, Han Fei thought this specific condition was the little girl, but now he realized it seemed not to be the case.

Having sprinted to the twenty-second floor at full strength and then rushing downstairs at full speed, the amount of movement Han Fei had in the Healing-type Game had long surpassed that of most other types of games on the market.

As he descended, every place Han Fei passed was covered with blood-red handprints of children, as if he was a harbinger of disaster, like the vanguard of a calamity.

The building’s owners could now distinguish Han Fei’s footsteps. He didn’t need to disguise them; as soon as they heard him coming, most of the grudges would dutifully stay in their rooms, not daring to go out lightly.

"The last room."

With bloodshot eyes, Han Fei arrived on the eighth floor with the two children and called out the Female Live-streamer’s name loudly.

As the door opened, Han Fei placed his shoes in the door gap.

"Is there something you need?" The Female Live-streamer hadn’t finished speaking when she saw Han Fei shouting wildly.

"Aren’t you curious about the woman who died in room 1044? I’ll take you to meet her!"

"I’m rather interested in all things and phenomena involving the supernatural."

"Have you not left your room since last night?"

"Hmm, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing, just stick close to me! Today, I’ll let you fully enjoy the thrill," Han Fei had already heard the noises behind him; he was running downstairs with two children in his arms.

The female live-streamer had a sunny and cheerful personality, and she retained all that was good, but even such a person had her makeup scared off her face after running out a few steps with Han Fei.

The hallways were overflowing with little ghosts like a mountain howl or a tsunami; the only thing that met the eyes was blood—still blood.

The female live-streamer now realized it was too late even for regret. The throng of ghosts and monsters was right behind her, and returning home was no longer possible. She figured that by the time she could open a door, she would have been submerged by the little ghosts—yes, directly overwhelmed by ghosts.

The chaos upstairs was like a wild storm had passed, and downstairs was just as devastated.

After an entire night of restoration, the Red Skirt became whole again. The reason she recovered so quickly was that Han Fei did not fear death and ran to the top floor at the most dangerous moment to piece her together, also creating an opportunity for her to leave.

Now, as she woke from the wooden box, she opened her eyes and instantly saw the ghastly Building-jumping Ghost.

Even the Red Skirt, surrounded by grudges and with the best of temperaments, could not tolerate this.

Their fight was even more fierce than before. The grudge that made up the Red Skirt turned into fine strands of Blood Silk, each strand containing an unresolved Grudge Energy and pain.

The Building-jumping Ghost was in a rush to find the little girl and was also going all out, wishing to pour all of her Death Curse into the Red Skirt.

The Red Skirt grew stronger each time it was torn, but the problem was that, like the Building-jumping Ghost, she was incomplete. The Red Skirt, full of Grudge Energy, was like a powerful weapon, but missing a critical part.

Amidst the blood-red burst, the woman in the Red Skirt, whose skin was as pale as snow, appeared in the corridor.

Her face was expressionless, her skin flawless and fair, but beneath her skin lay countless ferocious scars!

Gossip and malicious curses couldn’t harm her outer flesh, but seemed like arrows that pierced directly into her organs, through the skin, stabbing her heart until it was spotted with blood.

The powerful Death Curse seeped into the Red Skirt, and with every dark character she endured, the wounds inside the woman’s body grew worse.

The Red Skirt could heal itself after being torn, but the woman’s true body could not. All the injuries accumulated inside her, everything as it was fourteen years ago.

Facing the world’s gossip, she could no longer hide beneath the Red Skirt and had to face it all alone.

But the woman now was not whole; she was missing the part most important and crucial to her. In front of her was only a version of herself suffering pain and struggling in darkness.

Long ago, she must have had another self, but it seemed that self had been lost.

The Death Building Manager, to ensure no accidents would occur, had disassembled all ghosts and monsters that could pose a threat. It only needed obedient tools.

Now, Han Fei was doing the opposite. He wanted to reassemble the tools dismantled by the Manager into a complete person.

"Quick! There’s only one way for the two of us to survive!" Han Fei, about to run into the battle between the Building-jumping Ghost and the Red Skirt, looked towards the female live-streamer, who had lost all ladylike appearance and almost vomited from all the running.

"What way?"

"I’ll go and distract the Building-jumping Ghost, and you take the chance to get close to the woman in the Red Skirt! If all else fails, you try to put on that Red Skirt!"

"Put it on now?" The female live-streamer couldn’t believe that Han Fei would suggest such a method. She was very interested in the Red Skirt, but no matter the interest, she didn’t expect to directly compete with a corpse for its clothes.

"Trust me, once you put it on, you’ll immediately understand a lot of things! That skirt is yours to begin with!"

Running out of the corridor, the female live-streamer’s heart trembled violently upon seeing the woman in the Red Skirt, as if an invisible thread quietly connected her with the Red Skirt, suggesting a special link between them.

"Don’t hesitate! You are her! She is you!"

After Han Fei said these words, he directly charged at the Building-jumping Ghost with the little girl in his arms, "Your humanity is here! The most precious thing to you is in my hands!"

To buy the female live-streamer time, Han Fei, only at level thirteen, started to provoke the Building-jumping Ghost, who had failed to get past her Hatred.

Such an act, placed upon any other player, could be considered noble enough to die without regrets, even if they were smashed flat.

The Building-jumping Ghost was already chasing Han Fei. She never expected that after running a whole circle, Han Fei would dare come back, decisively giving up the Red Skirt.

The already ragged Red Skirt was covered with the Death Curse, the black characters like Poison Insects that couldn’t be scrubbed off, gnawing at the Red Skirt’s vivid patterns.

Underneath the flawless skin, the Soul was already scarred. The woman in the Red Skirt clutched her heart; she could feel that pain, more painful than any bodily hurt, as if her own being had been crumbled and torn apart countless times.

"You... must be very tired, huh? In fact, you’ve done well enough already." The woman in the Red Skirt looked behind, and the female live-streamer stood a few steps away.

"The pain, the discomfort, the heart-wrenching grief, you’d rather die than bear it. Yet, you also have something you can’t let go of, the love from your dad and mom. You haven’t thanked them properly; you haven’t apologized to them properly." The female live-streamer looked at the woman in the Red Skirt, at the face twisted by pain, and suddenly tears rolled down, "It shouldn’t have been like this..."

A cold heart beat within the Red Skirt. The female live-streamer, looking at the dense scars under the thin layer of skin, involuntarily raised her hands.

"This wasn’t our choice, was it?"

Slowly approaching, the female live-streamer eventually hugged the woman in the Red Skirt, embracing herself.