My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 342: Think Carefully Who is the Hostage Before Taking Action

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Think Carefully Who is the Hostage Before Taking Action

The woman was desperately suppressing the rage in her heart. She had given up so much for the Soul-summoning Ceremony and would not allow it to be disrupted. Yet as the ceremony neared success, she discovered that her daughter had been causing trouble all along.

There’s no greater pain than being betrayed by the family member you trust the most.

"Zhuang Qing, you’re grown up now. Since your father died, I’ve rarely interfered in your affairs, and now I hope you won’t interfere in mine, okay?"

Zhuang Qing felt alienated by her mother’s words; her mother had never been like this before. Everything seemed to have changed since the Soul-summoning Ceremony, after which her mother gradually became different.

The soul of her father had not been summoned, and her mother had become unlike her former self, filling Zhuang Qing with even greater fear.

She opened her mouth several times but said nothing. Another secret hid within her heart, a secret she didn’t even dare share with her mother.

Seemingly worried about waking her younger daughter, her mother was very restrained, but the disappointment in her words cut into Zhuang Qing’s heart like a knife.

"From now on, don’t go near your father’s room."

After leaving the final remark, her mother snatched the kitchen knife from Zhuang Qing’s hands and left.

The living room fell back into silence, and it was a long while before Zhuang Qing’s voice suddenly rose.

"But... I’ve had another dream, a dream where it wasn’t my father who died in the car accident—it was us. We miss him, and he thinks of us too. Every time I dream of him, he looks older."

Her hand touching the bedroom door, as if she were touching her father’s arm: "We all miss you so much, but I don’t know if doing this is good or bad. I always feel that if the soul-summoning succeeds, you might end up suffering even more."

This time Zhuang Qing didn’t smash the door but quietly left.

"They should all go back to sleep; let’s hurry up and leave," the middle-aged man grimaced. "If I’m seen looking like this, I might really be mistaken for a ghost."

"Let’s wait a bit longer. They mentioned earlier that they heard footsteps in the house tonight, and I want to see what they’ve drawn here." Han Fei had a connection with Zhuang Qing’s family as he happened to know Zhuang Ren in reality, so he was certain that whatever had been summoned was definitely not Zhuang Ren.

If he wanted to quickly gain the trust of Zhuang Qing’s family, there was a very simple way to do so, which was to summon the real Zhuang Ren into the Death Building.

The Death Building Manager had tampered with the memories of Zhuang Qing’s family, trapping them in a painful loop. If they could see the real Zhuang Ren, perhaps the memories altered by the Death Building Manager could be restored.

The family truly moved Han Fei; the father living in reality was frantically playing a virtual death game to find his wife and daughter, day after day, driving himself to the brink of madness.

The wife and daughter living in the Deep World kept attempting the Soul-summoning Ceremony, hoping to save their husband and father.

Their memories may have been altered, but they all strived to save each other in their own way.

Compared to the Butterfly, their existence might be minuscule, but they were all struggling against a fate that seemed to be sealed.

Han Fei was an observer who had witnessed everything and felt it most deeply.

Zhuang Ren’s wife and daughter had died many years ago; that was the truth that not even the Black Box could change. Perhaps all he could do was pass on the longing to the other side.

"The living, if they carry too much, may find it difficult to move forward. Many understand this, yet countless people willingly shoulder the burden, and perhaps that’s the beauty of human nature."

As Han Fei pondered, footsteps once again emerged in the living room. These footsteps were unlike all previous ones, resembling someone tiptoeing and hopping around.

"All three of them should have gone back to sleep by now, so whose footsteps are these in the living room?"

Even in sleepwalking, a living person wouldn’t make such eerie footsteps. Han Fei gently cracked open the bedroom door, and in the pitch-dark living room, something seemed to be swaying.

Holding his breath for over a dozen seconds, those footsteps grew closer. A woman appeared in the passageway between the sofa and the television.

She tiptoed as if something was lifting her up, moving through the living room.

"A ghost?" The middle-aged man dressed in Blood Clothes clearly looked more like a ghost than a real one, but terror was written all over his face, nearly spilling from his eyes.

The middle-aged man’s voice was very low, yet it was this faint sound that attracted the woman from the living room.

Her pale face slowly turned as she dragged her tiptoes on the ground, rapidly moving towards the bedroom.

When their eyes met, Han Fei happened to see her, "Zhuang Ren’s second daughter? Why is it her?"

He was familiar with that face and puzzled how the well-behaved second daughter had suddenly turned into this. Could it have something to do with the God Statue Zhuang Ren’s wife placed under the second daughter’s bed?

At first, Zhuang Ren’s wife and daughters acted very normal, indistinguishable from when they were alive. Han Fei had also seen their photos in reality; anyone unaware would probably think they had been given new life here.

But now, the performance of Zhuang Ren’s second daughter was entirely different from before. Her face was ashen, and the most terrifying aspect was her eyes.

Black lines weaved through the whites, as though someone was pulling the threads in her eyes to control her gaze.

As soon as Han Fei saw her, the second daughter also saw him. By then, Han Fei had closed the bedroom door again and had the middle-aged man back up against the door.

The footsteps outside ceased. Minutes later, Han Fei peered through the door crack again, only to see pitch-dark dense hair.

"She shouldn’t be able to see inside when the back of her head doesn’t have eyes..." Thinking this, Han Fei suddenly realized something and looked up along the door crack.

At the top of the door, a Ghost Face was staring at him!

Both the woman and the middle-aged man saw the face and instinctively backed away, while a handle of a blade appeared in Han Fei’s hand.

A bladeless knife can kill a person?

Ghost Face did not dodge or hide; it remembered Han Fei’s appearance. The lock was rattling, seeming to indicate it wanted to get inside the bedroom!

Blocked by a Fierce Ghost at the door, with nothing but a wardrobe behind them, the woman and middle-aged man were so tense they couldn’t even speak. But Han Fei proactively opened the door as if he was in cahoots with the ghost, incredibly accommodating.

"Touch the secrets at the depths of the soul!"

In the baffled gaze of the woman and the middle-aged man, Han Fei’s blade chopped down on the Ghost Face.

The ferocious and frightening face shattered like a mask, followed by Han Fei’s hand, tainted with Soul Poison, seizing the other’s neck. A blood-red, exquisite paperman crawled up his arm to the wound on the Ghost Face.

As the paperman burrowed into the Ghost Face’s body, Han Fei covered the Fierce Ghost’s mouth with "Touch the secrets at the depths of the soul," just as a kidnapper would with a hostage, dragging it straight into the bedroom.

"Be good. If you dare wake anyone else in this house, don’t blame me for being unkind."

Enhanced by his Master-level Acting, Han Fei’s handsome face was now overtaken by coldness and madness, looking even more fearsome than a ghost at that moment.