My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 343: 4144?

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: 4144?

Han Fei’s movements were so practiced that before the woman and the middle-aged man could react, the situation had already dramatically changed.

What was thought to be a desperate situation brought on by a fierce ghost turned out to be Han Fei taking the initiative and "embracing" his opponent into the bedroom.

First, he shattered the mask with a slash, then went straight for the throat lock, followed by stuffing the Paperman into the opponent’s wound, and even covered their mouth to stop any sounds.

The middle-aged man got goosebumps just watching, and he began to doubt Han Fei’s profession, thinking perhaps Han Fei actually did that kind of work in reality.

The fierce ghost controlling the younger daughter had never experienced such a thing; by the time it realized what was happening, it was already inside the bedroom.

Others thought Han Fei was covering the mouth to prevent the ghost from making noise, but in fact Han Fei was directly covering the wound made by the slash of the Rebirth Saber, to prevent the ghost from ejecting the Blood-colored Paperman!

Following the wound on the face, the Paperman had crawled into the ghost’s heart opening, truly aiming to kill and crush the spirit.

The cracks on the face began to spread across the body, initially oozing black blood-like substance; progressively, scraps of paper started to leak from the ghost’s wounds.

Noticing the abnormalities on its body, the fierce ghost’s eyes widened, almost bulging out of its sockets.

It swore from the bottom of its heart that it had no intention to alert anyone; all it wanted to do was open its mouth to spit out the Paperman.

Unfortunately, the more it struggled, the less Han Fei dared to let go, taking the opportunity to inflict a few more slashes.

After ten minutes, the fierce ghost stopped struggling; its skin, now akin to Paperman, would crumble upon the slightest touch.

Under the stunned gaze of the woman and middle-aged man, a Blood-colored Paperman crawled out of the ghost’s heart opening, looking well-fed, with its crimson hue even more vivid.

"No way, I just wanted it to be a bit quieter," said Han Fei as he removed his hand from the mouth. The once ghostly face had turned black, and the sinister Soul Poison destroyed his features like poisonous insects.

"Was that the hand I use for storing Big Evil?"

Han Fei had acted completely on instinct, a reaction honed through long exposure to life-and-death situations, and he hadn’t expected the fierce ghost to be directly consumed by the Blood-colored Paperman.

"Don’t stay so far away from me," Han Fei glanced at the woman and middle-aged man. He wanted to put the ghost down, but as soon as he let go, the fierce ghost crumbled to the ground like scraps of paper.

He had inadvertently obliterated the evidence of its existence.

"This fierce ghost was not very strong... probably only counts as a small-sized resentment," Han Fei tried to explain to his companions.

"We understand; as a security guard, knowing how to destroy evidence isn’t that far-fetched," the middle-aged man said, looking at Han Fei’s blood-stained uniform as if he had gained insight into many things. Despite his fear and desire to leave, he relied on Han Fei, and thus chose to go along with Han Fei’s wishes, doing whatever he was told and trying not to anger him.

"What should we do with this girl?" the woman changed the subject, staring at the girl on the ground who seemed still familiar.

"Let’s take her back to her room, it’s a good opportunity to see what that god statue under her bed really is."

Han Fei carried Zhuang Ren’s second daughter, tiptoed through the living room, and opened the door to the second daughter’s bedroom.

It was a very ordinary and clean bedroom, everything was in order, with no trace of anything related to soul-summoning or evil art.

"The more eerie the thing, the more ordinary it tends to appear on the outside."

Han Fei placed the girl on the bed, then immediately flipped up the bedsheet.

Under the bed lay a shattered god statue that bore some resemblance to the fierce ghost from before.

"What god? It’s nothing more than a grudge pretending to be a deity."

Han Fei stretched out his hand, trying to touch the Fragment of the God Statue, but as soon as he reached under the bed, the ring from the landlord on his hand transmitted a chilling, bone-piercing coldness.

"Is there something else under the bed?"

He observed carefully and discovered that a black cloth covered something near the wall.

When he removed the black cloth, an extreme chill enveloped his body. Han Fei found that the space beneath the wall was hollowed out, and it was crammed full of God Statues!

Face after face was bizarre, staring at Han Fei. The God Statues were obviously very crude, but to Han Fei, it felt as if he was being stared at by the living dead, as if each God Statue contained a ghost.

If the ghosts in the statues were at least of Small-type Resentment, then the combined number of these statues was unimaginable. Han Fei almost dared not think about how many ghosts there might be in Zhuang Ren’s second daughter’s room.

"It wasn’t the first time her mother brought back God Statues. This cycle of reincarnation has happened too many times after their deaths, but they just don’t remember it."

Without daring to make any noise, Han Fei, possessing the Rebirth Saber and Blood-colored Paperman, could handle the Small-type Resentment and even escape from the clutches of Medium-type Resentment. However, facing this countless number of resentments under the bed, his death was certain.

"This room is far more dangerous than I imagined," Han Fei thought as he looked at those God Statues. A question arose in his heart, "What is the purpose of these God Statues? Why are they placed in the rooms of Zhuang Ren’s family? Is it to absorb the essence of Zhuang Ren’s family?"

Before he could fully understand one question, another emerged, "Why does Butterfly want to imprison Zhuang Ren’s family? And why go to great lengths to get Zhuang Ren’s family to perform the soul-summoning in the Deep World?"

Butterfly possessed the ability to pull people into the Deep World. If it wanted to take Zhuang Ren there, it could do so at some cost, so why let Zhuang Ren’s family make repeated attempts?

"If it’s not that Butterfly’s ability is extremely limited, then it’s because Zhuang Ren is special, different from other people."

Han Fei continued to ponder along this line. Zhuang Ren was just an ordinary Horror Film director. The only connection he had with the Deep World was that his neighbor was the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. The neighbor had said some things to Zhuang Ren when he was young and had given him—the Death Building Game.

"The Death Building Game?!" A thought suddenly flashed through Han Fei’s mind: "The Death Building Game was created by the Chairman of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, and his brother, Fu Sheng, owned the Black Box. Could these two brothers have hidden some secret in the Death Building Game?"

Han Fei used to just consider Zhuang Ren an ordinary person caught up in an accident, but now his view slowly changed, thinking Zhuang Ren might be hiding something.

"Once I exit the game, I must inquire Zhuang Ren thoroughly. If he’s willing to cooperate, I will find a way to let him play ’Perfect Life’ and summon him into the Deep World."

Zhuang Ren longed to see his family, and Han Fei had a bargaining chip he couldn’t refuse.

With a plan in mind, Han Fei gently laid the black cloth that covered the God Statues back down. But the moment the black cloth fell, all the crude God Statues together turned around and opened their eyes.

The black cloth had fallen, and Han Fei almost thought it was his own illusion.

He stared intently at the black cloth, and after just a few seconds, face after face began to appear on the cloth, and the God Statues seemed to come to life.

"Retreat!"

Making a quick decision, Han Fei dragged the middle-aged man and woman out of the bedroom with him. They pushed open the security door of the living room and ran towards the other side of the corridor.

In the process of escaping, Han Fei did not forget to glance back at the room number.

"Room 4144? Three ’4’s?!"

Han Fei knew what this room number meant. He scarcely dared to imagine that the room of the Building-jumping Ghost only had two ’4’s, and even though that ghost was split into several parts, it was close to being a manifestation of Hatred.

"Could it be that Room 4144 houses Hatred? Is it Zhuang Ren’s wife and daughters? Or is it one of the ’gods’ within the God Statues?"