My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 347: Treating Han Fei as a Sacrificial Offering

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Treating Han Fei as a Sacrificial Offering

The footsteps behind him grew heavier, yet Han Fei felt his body become a little lighter, as if something had been taken away from him.

Both his hearing and touch informed Han Fei that something was following him, but his eyes alone couldn’t see it.

Having already squandered one opportunity, Han Fei dared not turn around rashly, he could only try to quicken his pace and then carefully recall everything he saw the first time he looked back.

Han Fei’s memory was far beyond that of an ordinary person; he remembered all the details in the hallway at that time, there really was no one behind him.

"Not a single clue, how am I supposed to complete this? Am I supposed to just log off?"

The mission was limited to ten minutes, and Han Fei didn’t know what he would face the next time he logged on after being forcibly ejected from the game.

It could be a mission failure, the Soul Chaser leaves; it could be he still remained in mission mode upon logging back on, continuing to be hunted, with no escape; another possibility was logging on and dying instantly, never even seeing who the murderer was.

Han Fei didn’t dare to gamble, at least not until he had used up his few chances to look back; he wasn’t planning to log off.

Keeping an eye on the exit key, Han Fei’s brain raced, but as he desperately thought of a solution, a somewhat chilling voice called out from behind him—"Han Fei?"

Upon hearing one’s own name, a person’s instinct is to turn around. Han Fei had similar experiences, and in that moment, he felt goosebumps rise on his neck, a cold air creeping directly into his collar and through his clothes.

"Remember my voice, think of my name, the ritual is about to begin."

"Han Fei..."

"We come from the same place, saw the same things, you would surely do the same thing as me..."

The chilly voice lingered in Han Fei’s ears, as if it could easily kill him yet intentionally closed the distance to convey information to Han Fei.

"The same place? I would do the same thing as you?" He turned the words over in his mind; perhaps the true identity of the Soul Chaser was hidden within them.

"I saw you in a nightmare in the future, you are key to Resurrection Day, help me! If you help me! I can tell you more! We have no time!"

The voice stung, as if needles were piercing directly into Han Fei’s heart.

"Resurrection Day? Fu Sheng?" Strange thoughts spontaneously surfaced in his mind, as if it was all a game with a predetermined outcome.

"Soul-returning Night, Resurrection Day, you die in the future in your nightmare, you are reborn in the future of your nightmare, but that reborn you is no longer you." The voice mixed with the chilly wind, blowing directly into Han Fei’s ears.

"In the eyes of those who have seen the future, your destiny is but a thread in its hand, all resistance is futile struggle, your future, will be like my past."

The chilling voice carried a hint of sorrow, footsteps growing heavier and heavier, as if burdened with more and more weight.

"We both know its biggest secret, so it will never let you go, you’ll first become a Madman, then you’ll gradually become Abnormal, it will use your knife to kill everyone, massacre the entire neighborhood, and then kill you in the end."

Hearing this, Han Fei felt that the speaker’s tone was very much like a person’s.

The previous neighborhood massacrer had been a tester for Perfect Life, who died not so long ago, and interestingly enough, died right as Han Fei gradually grew accustomed to Deep World, as if everything had been designed that way.

"I’m the first to take the stage in this living sacrifice, and you’re the last to wrap it up, my ending will continue on your body, beginning yet another fourteen-year cycle of reincarnation."

"It didn’t anticipate you arriving here before the ceremony started, I, as the first living sacrifice, met you, the last to be sacrificed, prematurely. This might be our only chance, help me break free, and I’ll tell you the future."

The voice from behind revealed a great deal, and there was no hint of murderous intent in its words.

After hesitating for a long time, Han Fei replied while running, "Who are you?"

"I’m one of the Soul Chasers who initiated the ceremony, you are the most important sacrificial offering here, flee! Do not become the object of a living sacrifice, go find Feng Ziyu, he is in 4041, he will..."

The chilly voice hadn’t finished speaking when it abruptly vanished, replaced by the sound of giant wings flapping rapidly, blood-red powder spread like dust from a nightmare throughout the corridor, and at that moment, Han Fei felt an unmistakably clear murderous intent!

The arm that housed Big Evil was completely numb, the blood pattern vivid and striking, Soul Poison spread across the entire limb, and it seemed something wanted to tear through the skin and burst out, it took control of Han Fei’s hand and covered his neck!

A colossal force struck Han Fei’s arm covering his neck, and the acute pain shot through his arm. By the time Han Fei realized what happened, the arm harboring Big Evil had already limply fallen, with a ghastly Butterfly-shaped wound deep to the bone on it.

The arm was completely numb, and as he fell forward, Han Fei tumbled down the stairs, his consciousness landing on the exit key, his gaze turning to the staircase behind him.

A corpse was being dragged into the adjacent hallway by some power.

If that had been all, Han Fei wouldn’t have been surprised, but he found that the corpse’s physique was exactly like his own; when he saw the cheeks of the corpse, he felt an abnormal sensation.

The corpse’s face, with round, wide-open dead eyes, was like his own.

"Is that my corpse?"

Han Fei looked back a second time, still seeing no Soul Chaser, but he noticed that his own body had become lighter!

"Soul Chaser... Could that corpse he dragged away be my soul?!"

Humans have three souls and seven spirits, and five chances to look back, which seems to correspond to these.

Han Fei had now roughly guessed the identity of the Soul Chaser; the other could clearly state Feng Ziyu’s name, and he might very well be the tester who slaughtered the Death Building area years ago, having entered the Death Building of the Deep World back then.

But if it’s true that the tester had been trapped in the Death Building since that time, whose soul then inhabits the body of the tester, who’s been locked away in the Mental Hospital, appearing mad and foolish?

Resurrection Day, Soul-returning Night, is tomorrow night Butterfly’s soul-returning or Fu Sheng’s resurrection?

Falling to the ground, Han Fei clutched at his wound; before he could rise from the ground, the rustling noise appeared behind him.

Not daring to stay put, Han Fei, enduring the pain, ran downstairs.

The wound on his arm showed no sign of healing, instead tearing further, with fresh blood dripping on the floating Paper Money, Han Fei running frantically opened the prelude to Soul-returning Night.

Inside and outside the building, a special atmosphere enveloped the area, with doors in building four opening continuously, more than one Soul Chaser preparing the sacrificial offering for the living sacrifice.