My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 329: Slash!

Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Slash!

The Death Curse that tainted the Red Skirt spread to the female live-streamer, yet she still held on to the woman in red.

Gossip turned into blades, stabbing out from the wounds at the heart of the woman in the red skirt, the live-streamer was slashed all over, but still, she did not let go.

An incurable terminal illness became the poison, gradually seeping into the live-streamer’s body, her beautiful face became haggard, her muscles withered like dried flowers, she lost her beauty, lost her healthy body, but she was still holding onto the red skirt.

"Nothing will make me let go."

"I know I have a terminal illness, but my parents and the doctor never told me when I would leave, I was born accompanied by despair, it was they who gave me hope to live each day."

"I want to share this hope with more people, let all of them see!"

The withered bodies merged together, blood vessels flowed above the red skirt, washing away the Death Curse, spreading in all directions.

"Even if my life is destined to have a sad undertone, I will still weave a brilliant red long dress with blood, stride forward proudly, walk through the night, and embrace the early sun!"

The blood-red long dress was like the most eye-catching flower of the other shore, when she blossomed, all the reds in the world paled in comparison.

Grudge Energy, Dark Energy, the pain and despair at the bottom of the heart all became subjects under her skirt, the Death Curse was washed clean, the red skirt seemed to break something inside her body, her body and breath surged limitlessly.

At this moment, the Red Skirt was continuously closing in on the merged Little Eight, but unlike Little Eight, she had absolute control over her own grudge!

The Red Skirt fluttered in the Death Curse, the woman in red looked towards Han Fei, who was drawing the Building-jumping Ghost’s attention.

Flashes of brief yet unforgettable scenes passed through her mind, the scattered red skirt being picked up piece by piece, a walkie-talkie wrapped in it falling from the top floor, that face getting further away, but now getting closer again.

How could you leave me there alone?

Wait, I’ll come to get you.

You saved us before, now I’m here to stop her for you.

If I can still live, I hope we can become friends.

"You’re stubbornly bringing hope to others despite being deep in despair yourself, the you now... feels like the old me."

Embracing the little girl, Han Fei was forced into a desperate situation, continuously stepping back until his back hit the wall, when footsteps sounded from the other side of the corridor.

As he prepared to turn his head to look, his vision was already completely occupied by the Red Skirt.

An unimaginably huge grudge slammed into the Building-jumping Ghost, nearly crushing her body!

Countless black characters instantly disappeared, then slowly started coming out from inside the Building-jumping Ghost, it seemed that as long as the Building-jumping Ghost did not die, the Death Curse would keep emerging.

The merged Red Skirt was now infinitely closing in on the top-level grudge, and she underwent some kind of change, now she seemed a bit different from other grudges.

While the Building-jumping Ghost was being restrained again, the divorced mother and Needle Woman also approached, a vague connection formed between them and the Building-jumping Ghost.

They could feel each other’s company but couldn’t merge, as if a thorn was stuck in everyone’s heart, obstructing everything.

"Why isn’t it working?" Han Fei looked at the girl in his arms. "Can you make them return to themselves?"

The girl shook her head.

"They consider you their child, which shows that humanity is very important in their hearts, they understand this, but it seems there is some problem." Han Fei furrowed his eyebrows. "Zhuang Wen’s child has already died, the body of that baby was buried on the balcony. If the girl before me is considered their child by them, then who is buried at balcony 1244 now?"

Han Fei discovered a crucial point, it was the same when he played the Death Building Game before, as soon as the body on the balcony was unearthed, there would be a sudden death.

While Red Skirt made every effort to delay, Han Fei carried the little girl and ran back towards the rooftop again.

The door of room 1244 had already been destroyed by the Building-jumping Ghost. Stepping over the scattered Talisman Paper, Han Fei rushed straight towards the balcony.

Upon pushing open the balcony door, his eyes were met with thick bloodstains and scratch marks.

Han Fei immediately drew out the Rebirth Saber, and with his companions, pried open the floor tiles thickly covered with dried blood.

A wooden box covered with Talisman Paper appeared before Han Fei. This box was identical to those in reality, and merely looking at it, he even felt an illusion of having returned to reality.

Carefully taking out the box, Han Fei tore off the Talisman Paper on top and slowly opened it, leaving him speechless at the scene before him.

The Talisman Paper-covered wooden box contained the corpse of an infant, covered entirely in Butterfly Patterns and densely inscribed with black and red Death Curses. Beyond these, a fragmented butterfly wing was embedded in the infant’s heart, with all the patterns and Death Curses emanating from that wing.

"Is this the source of Zhuang Wen’s pain and hatred, does the Butterfly spare not even the deceased infants?"

The infant had already scattered soul and spirit, and the box merely held a corpse used to nurture the butterfly wing.

"Maybe destroying it will allow Zhuang Wen’s body to come together again."

Grasping the Rebirth Saber, Han Fei looked towards the little girl beside him. He didn’t know if this was right, he simply had no other options now.

"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly blocked the way in front of the corpse, grabbing the wooden box: "I want them to see, they will understand."

Representing the only remaining humanity of Zhuang Wen, the girl did not wait for Han Fei to speak and ran outside with the box in her arms.

When those Talisman Papers on the box were torn, a slight connection had already formed between the Building-jumping Ghost and several memories.

Once again downstairs, the little girl, ignoring Han Fei’s attempt to stop her, ran toward the mad Building-jumping Ghost holding the box.

"Give my child back to me!"

"Your child is already dead." The girl stumbled through the blood as she ran, reminiscent of her younger self struggling to live in the House of Demon Exorcism: "It is here, it is already dead, and it can’t come back!"

The Building-jumping Ghost’s attention was caught by the little girl’s words. As the ghost looked towards her, she directly grabbed the infant corpse from the box.

"Don’t continue to be insane for it, it certainly wouldn’t want its own mother to go mad for it! You should understand—because a younger you used to think the same!"

Zhuang Wen’s mother, blinded by the Ghost, used her as a bargaining chip, taking her to live in the House of Demon Exorcism.

The girl kept repeating those words, calming down both the Needle Woman and the divorced mother, yet the Building-jumping Ghost not only failed to calm down but became even more insane!

She continuously repeated phrases about death and slaughter. She still wanted to kill everything she saw, dragging all happy people to fall from the high building.

"Touching me will lead to death! Will die!"

The Death Curse on the Building-jumping Ghost became intenser. She refused to merge with the other memories and even the looks she gave them contained murderous intent!

"You can’t persuade her." Han Fei walked up to the little girl’s side.

"If you destroy the infant’s corpse and still we cannot merge memories, then she will follow you forever, pursuing you endlessly." The little girl made a difficult decision and stretched her hand towards Han Fei: "Give me the saber, let me shatter this corpse."

Surprised at the little girl, Han Fei did not hand over the saber. Since taking the little girl out of room 1224, the system had already alerted him that he and the Building-jumping Ghost were bound by an Undying and Endless fate.

"I’ll do it instead." Shaking his head, Han Fei raised the Rebirth Saber: "My saber, you can’t hold it."