My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 338 Excited Big Evil (4000)

Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Excited Big Evil (4000)

After acquiring the profession of a security guard at the Death Building, this was the first time Han Fei had run at full speed. It seemed like something had been injected into his legs; the more despair he felt, the faster he ran, and the faster he ran, the more despair surged in his heart.

"The side effects of the Death Building security guard profession are quite significant; it seems right not to treat it as a main profession."

Dragging an adult, Han Fei’s speed did not decrease in the slightest; instead, he directly overtook the woman.

He sprinted with all his might, but the middle-aged man he was dragging suffered greatly, being pulled across the ground, his face in close contact with numerous Blood Clothes, his mouth also stained with blood.

"We’ll be caught sooner or later at this rate; does that red-clothed monster have any weaknesses?" Han Fei shouted to the woman, who didn’t respond; merely clenching her teeth and running had exhausted all her strength.

Listening closely, something was constantly coming from the mouth of the red-clothed monster. It had grown together with the clothes, its mouth wrapped in cloth strips, revealing a pitch-black mouth when it spoke.

"I, am, you guys... help, help me," a hoarse voice emerged from the monster’s mouth as Han Fei was about to look back, the woman running behind him suddenly screamed.

"Don’t listen to it talk! Bet your ears on it!"

"Mom, mom... it hurts, my neck hurts so much."

The woman had just finished reminding Han Fei when a child’s voice suddenly came from one of the clothes nearby, causing her to slow her pace slightly upon hearing it.

It was just this moment of distraction, and something seemed to grab her exposed ankle.

Her body tilted forward, and in panic, the woman looked at the ground, where a slender arm reached out from the Blood Clothes, and a head of a boy with an unusually large head emerged from a blood-stained child’s garment on the ground.

It giggled stupidly, its arms, as if having suction cups, instantly stuck to the woman’s leg.

The blood-stained child’s garment clung to the woman’s lower leg like a festering red blotch.

"Mommy, mommy, don’t go..."

The woman didn’t recognize that child at all, but she decisively picked up the fruit knife in her hand and stabbed at the child’s garment.

Her action was quick and precise, not minding even if she hurt herself.

It was this ruthlessness that had kept her alive until now. In other words, how could anyone survive in the wardrobe without having blood on their hands?

The fruit knife could not penetrate the child’s garment; even if she forcefully cut off a small piece, more blood would emerge.

Yet the child cried out and did not let go, stalling for time, and behind the woman, a deep red ghostly shadow appeared.

Flesh merged into the clothes, slowly shattering, unfolding like the wings of the God of Death, about to embrace the woman from behind.

"Come try this new dress; you’re going to love it!"

A cold voice floated from a garment as the Blood Clothes monster directly enveloped the woman, holding her within its body!

Blood obscured her vision, all the red clothes in the wardrobe seemed to come alive, and the woman’s eyes filled with despair.

She struggled fiercely, but to no avail; the Blood Clothes slowly closed in, her field of view continually narrowing, much like her path of life gradually disappearing.

"I’m dead; they’ve managed to escape. I hope that person abides by the agreement to help me find..."

The woman’s spirit, which had been supported for so long, began to slacken, while fatigue, previously ignored, emanated from all over her body. Her skin’s surface was no longer smooth, starting to sprout hideous and terrifying burn scars.

She didn’t notice those, her mind occupied till the end only with her son, unable to let go, unable to put him down even in death.

"Rebirth!"

A crack appeared in the closed blood clothes, and the fruit knife that was completely powerless split them open with ease.

The woman saw an arm branded with blood-colored ghost patterns reach into the blood clothes, and then she was dragged out by a force.

Vision restored, the woman who had fallen to the ground quickly scrambled to her feet. Having escaped from the jaws of death, she immediately seized the opportunity and briskly increased the distance between herself and the blood clothes.

"It seems I have a restraint on the monsters inside the Butterfly Wardrobe."

While wielding the saber, Han Fei made an unexpected discovery.

When the blade, constructed from humanity, touched the blood clothes, the viscous, malicious garment would melt away as directly as ice under the spring sun.

The Monster in Blood Clothes had not anticipated such an event, and bloody red threads emerged from within its dark, gaping mouth as utter shock and fear filled its face merged with the fabric.

"Rebirth uses humanity as its blade’s edge, it seems all monsters within the Butterfly Wardrobe can’t face humanity head-on."

"In Butterfly’s eyes, humanity is just toys and tools. It never expected that one day, the most brilliant humanity would transform into a sharp saber, even sharper than hatred and resentment!"

Taking advantage of the Monster in Blood Clothes’ shock, Han Fei charged forward, not planning to let his opponent escape. The less "people" knew about the secret of the Rebirth Saber, the better.

"Nine-life!"

Activating the ghost pattern on his body and pulling out his last resort, the Blood-colored Paperman, Han Fei readied himself to go all in.

The Rebirth Saber might be sharp, but Han Fei was just a regular person, with only a level thirteen body that was still very fragile and prone to injury.

So every battle for him was like dancing on a wire, either seriously injuring others or getting seriously injured himself.

Although there were some commonly used tools in the wardrobe, including fruit and kitchen knives, these blades couldn’t harm the Monster in Blood Clothes in the slightest; they were but predators within the wardrobe.

The wardrobe monster sensed a threat from Han Fei, noticing an intense aura of curse emerging from him.

Feeling uneasy, its first instinct was to flee.

In a wardrobe filled with blood clothes, it was very difficult to find one specific garment, but Han Fei happened to possess the talent for hide-and-seek, as well as extremely aberrant observational and memory skills; he remembered every detail of that monster and focused on chasing it.

The patrol talent of the fourth-floor security guard once again came in handy as Han Fei casually stuffed a piece of paper into the woman’s pocket and then chased after the monster without looking back.

He was like a shark that had sensed the smell of blood, relentlessly pursuing his prey.

"Hey! Stop chasing!"

The woman tried to stop Han Fei, but quickly he disappeared from sight.

Looking around at the dense array of blood clothes, the woman crouched next to the middle-aged man, her joy of just having escaped dissipating like smoke. She knew very well that once separated in this place, the chance of reunion was extremely slim.

"Why be so impulsive!"

The woman stopped in her tracks, feeling that Han Fei was a reliable person, while the half-dead man beside her was simply a burden.

"Where is he?" The middle-aged man thought the same as the woman; when Han Fei left, he felt the hope that had just ignited was instantly extinguished.

"I don’t know; let’s wait here for now." The woman cautiously watched her surroundings. After ten minutes or so, clothing in the distance began to gently sway. At her highest alert, Han Fei appeared, holding a piece of Blood Clothes.

The security guard uniform was soaked with blood, but Han Fei had not been injured.

"Where is that Blood Clothes monster?"

"Its true form is this piece of clothing."

"Did you kill it?" Both the woman and the middle-aged man looked incredulously at Han Fei, an ordinary-looking security guard, handsome but unremarkable, who had apparently managed to kill the Blood Clothes monster.

"I only assisted; I wasn’t the one who actually did it." Han Fei took out a piece of paper from the woman’s pocket, part of the body of the Blood-colored Paperman, which also helped him find his way back.

"There’s some resentment lingering on some Blood Clothes in the wardrobe that repossessed the clothes; now I’ve slain its consciousness, and this piece of clothing is ’clean’." Han Fei handed the Blood Clothes to the middle-aged man. "It still carries the essence of the Blood Clothes monster; wearing it should increase your chances of survival."

Hearing that it could increase his chances of survival, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment but then put on the Blood Clothes.

"Let’s go; the longer we stay here, the more dangerous it gets."

The secret of the Rebirth Saber hadn’t been revealed yet, but Han Fei already felt a sense of crisis.

After a long walk, they finally reached the place the middle-aged man had mentioned.

Before them was a pile of clothes, stacked and layered, dark and foul-smelling.

"When I woke up, I saw these clothes and then I hid in the pile, just hiding..." The middle-aged man, wearing the Blood Clothes, looked quite terrifying as long as he didn’t speak.

Frowning at the pile of blackened, tattered clothes, Han Fei realized that compared to the surrounding Blood Clothes, they seemed as though all their "essence" and consciousness had been absorbed, turning them into utterly lifeless "objects."

"If the middle-aged man was just useless ’trash’ thrown into the corridor by Butterfly, then this place must be near that corridor; after all, people normally throw ’trash’ into the nearest trash can." Without a word, Han Fei began moving the stacked clothes aside, wanting to see if there was something hidden among them.

It took half an hour for the three of them to act together, and deep in the pile of clothes, they found a half-open wardrobe door.

When they saw the wardrobe door, all three of them were stunned.

"Pajamas with a teddy bear pattern..."

"A top once worn by Feng Ziyu?"

"My child’s school uniform?!"

A piece of clothing hung from the wardrobe door, and all three saw it, but what they saw appeared completely different to each of them!

"No! It must be fake! That piece of clothing is the one we most want to see!" Han Fei realized the crux of the matter; the woman hesitated for a short moment and then endured the pain in her heart, while the middle-aged man who had just entered the wardrobe rushed towards it immediately.

"My child ran in here too?! Damn bastards! To not even spare children!" The middle-aged man didn’t think too much, and as he came within a meter of the wardrobe, the half-open wardrobe door suddenly opened by itself!

Behind that door, there were no clothes at all, just a huge mouth!

The items a few people had seen were not clothes, but a bright red tongue.

A fishy stench and malice surged out from the wardrobe, wrapping that blood-red tongue around the waist of the middle-aged man and pulling him directly into the wardrobe.

"Is there a mouth inside the wardrobe?"

The middle-aged man was already stupefied. Han Fei decisively drew his saber and chopped at the long tongue, but as he approached, several blood-stained tongues extended from the wardrobe like the tentacles of a giant squid.

The opponent’s strength completely overpowered Han Fei, causing him to lose balance and, together with the middle-aged man, fall toward the wardrobe.

The gaps between the darkened teeth contained fragments of clothes, and the pungent stench seemed like the smell of death fermenting.

With a gesture of his fingers, Han Fei took out a cigarette from his item bar. While he frantically searched his pockets for a lighter, the middle-aged man beside him was already dumbfounded. At such a critical moment, was he really going to smoke a cigarette?

Clutching desperately at the teeth on the wardrobe, the middle-aged man cried and shouted continuously. Han Fei, who hadn’t found the lighter yet, was already being pulled into the darkness by the tongues.

Excruciating pain spread throughout his body. During his fall, Han Fei finally touched the lighter and struggled to produce a flame, with the occasional spark illuminating his surroundings.

Inside the intestinal tract of this wardrobe mouth, it was lined with face after face, expressionlessly watching Han Fei. When Han Fei’s body touched them, they opened their mouths to tear at his flesh.

"What kind of monsters are being kept in the Butterfly Wardrobe?!"

The intestine grew narrower, squeezing Han Fei’s body continuously, and he was unable to light the lighter while the wounds on his skin multiplied.

"Am I going to have to exit the game? But when I log back in, I’ll still be inside this wardrobe!"

The spots where the faces bit began to darken, seemingly infected with some kind of soul poison.

The middle-aged man, bitten once, was already delirious. Han Fei, however, had been bitten countless times and yet remained completely lucid.

"The faces deliberately avoided the arm where Big Evil resided. It seems they were all killed by the Butterfly, instinctively fearing anything related to the Butterfly."

Unable to ignite the lighter, Han Fei gritted his teeth and put away the last cigarette. He adjusted his body and thrust the Rebirth Saber into the "intestinal" wall, then directly smashed the arm where Big Evil resided into the wound created by the Rebirth Saber.

His arm grabbed the flesh and faces, and Han Fei forcefully stopped his descent.

The "intestinal" wall began to wriggle, with faces approaching Han Fei. The injuries on his skin multiplied, and as his blood volume continued to decrease, characters written in blood began to surface beneath his skin.

These blood characters appeared to form a complete Kaidan, and the protagonist of the Kaidan was Han Fei himself.

The blood characters contained a special power. A predetermined fate started to shift in a different direction.

As the blood characters were triggered, Han Fei’s arm began to bleed, and thorns emitting a foreboding aura of disaster pierced through his skin, as if something was trying to break free from the blood patterns.

After Big Evil entered the Death Building, it turned into a blood pattern. In a way, Han Fei was no different from the other residents of the Death Building; they had butterfly patterns while Han Fei bore the blood pattern of Big Evil.

Previously, Big Evil remained dormant, but as Han Fei hovered on the brink of death, the highly excited Big Evil seemed to awaken from its slumber, eager to come to Han Fei’s side to follow its nearly deceased master.

The fewer the blood volume Han Fei had, the more violently the blood pattern on his arm changed.

When his blood volume dropped to a certain level, Han Fei’s Professional Talent as the Midnight Butcher was activated. His physical condition nearly doubled, and he gradually stopped feeling pain. His eyes turned red, and a suppressed beastly nature was released.