My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 372 Can He Destroy the Building?

Chapter 372: Chapter 372 Can He Destroy the Building?

The screen, almost obscured by blood, didn’t reveal much, but the faint voice of a man could still be heard.

This man was a Wandering Soul summoned into the Death Building, yet he thrived like a fish in water. Not only did he quickly deduce his identity and current state through various clues, but he also exploited the bond between the homeowner and the hosted soul, successfully taking the initiative.

Frankly, for a "Lonely Ghost" to grasp everything in such a short time, it not only required sharp insight and judgment but also a wildly clever mind.

"Since I can merge into the consciousness of your relative, I should be able to browse through your memories. How about you eat me? Or let me control his body to burrow into your stomach, then you can be together forever, and I won’t have to worry about my safety," he said.

The hysterical voice within the screen sounded exactly like Han Fei, and Han Fei outside the screen stared intensely at the phone display, feeling that his Soul of Evil was about to stir up great chaos.

Thick blood gathered and slowly formed a Blood Pearl, which slid down from the camera lens, allowing Han Fei to barely make out the scene in room 4204.

The entire room was already covered with bloodstains, the walls pulsating like a gigantic heart, continuously contracting and expanding.

In the center of the room stood a monster nearly three meters tall, its head reaching the ceiling, and its arms hanging down like chains branded with Nether Patterns.

The Old Ghost’s spine consisted of several protruding skulls, and his wrinkled face was currently staring at his stomach.

The belly was sliced open, containing no blood but countless hairs. These hairs were tangled together, forming knots of obsession.

What concerned Han Fei the most was seeing a young man about his size directly entering the Old Ghost’s belly and quickly untying each knot with incredible speed.

The wrinkled-faced Old Ghost, existing for countless years, had numerous ways to kill the young man, yet he did not do so.

As each knot was undone, the young man finally crawled into the Old Ghost’s belly.

At the same time, the Old Ghost’s murky eyes turned blood-red, and another face appeared on his back.

This face, unlike the other aged cheeks, was very young and full of evil energy.

"With such terrifying abilities, why aren’t you making good use of them?" he questioned.

"Are you still concerned about the rules of the Death Building? What rules can there be in this dark, despairing place? As long as you are powerful enough, you are the rule," he said.

The wrinkled-faced Old Ghost’s body swelled again, his skin filled with Dark Energy. As the knots in his stomach were untied, the seals on the Old Ghost were also being removed step by step.

The room 4204 pulsed like a rapidly beating heart, the walls nearly shattering, and massive cracks appearing on the floor and ceiling. The gigantic Old Ghost squeezed through the door and entered the corridor.

"What kind of monster is that?"

Han Fei watched the retreating Old Ghost through his phone screen. The young, evil face on the Old Ghost peeked at the location of the phone screen before leaving the room, as though he had known all along that someone was watching him.

The footsteps faded, and room 4204 slowly returned to normal. After a few minutes, all the blood inside it began to recede and gathered in the center of the living room, forming a blood-red shadow.

The real master of room 4204 was none other than the Blood Shadow, which had been forced to feign death after being hit just now.

"4204? Are you alright?" Han Fei’s originally prepared explanation was now useless.

In the video, the Blood Shadow seemed to have been stunned by the attack, standing in front of the screen, continually sizing up Han Fei. Eventually, it seemed to sense something on him and abruptly ended the video call.

"A rotten, bleeding heart resides in room 4204, and no one knows its origin. Very few dare provoke it. I don’t understand why the Old Ghost from room 4234 would suddenly wander into room 4204," said the male student, puzzled.

At this moment, Han Fei had entered wartime mode, hastily issuing instructions in the group chat, urging everyone not to go out and to protect themselves by all means.

The new manager issuing such severe warnings made everyone somewhat skeptical. Not to mention the group members, even the male student beside Han Fei didn’t understand: "The Old Ghost from room 4234 is one of the earliest residents in the Death Building. His strength is terrifying indeed and very dangerous, but is it really necessary to alert everyone like this?"

There were also people in the group who thought Han Fei was overreacting, believing that even if the Old Ghost went mad, he wouldn’t dare defy the rules set by the Manager and forcefully invade someone else’s room.

Seeing how naive his group members were, Han Fei felt a bit irritated.

If it were just the unassuming Old Ghost, there truly was no need to be overly afraid. There were several others inside the Death Building far more terrifying than the Old Ghost, such as the Headless Door God, the God Statues of Zhuang Ren’s family, and so on. However, everyone was overlooking one fact—the one manipulating and disturbing the Old Ghost now was not the Old Ghost’s own will, but Han Fei’s Soul of Evil.

Keep in mind that Han Fei at level thirteen, who wasn’t even as strong as a small-scale Grudge and lacked any powerful offensive skills, had already stormed through Yimin Private Academy, demolished the Flesh Factory, burned down the Security Company, and collapsed Beast Alley. Now, he had even begun hopping around the E-tier map of the Death Building.

The strength of the Old Ghost himself was at least on the same level as the Female Live-streamer. In other words, it was as if Han Fei now possessed the various attributes and abilities of a Large-scaled Grudge!

What did that imply?

Even Han Fei felt scared thinking about it.

A completely insane, evil version of himself, with the abilities of a Large-scaled Grudge, what might he do?

Just now, a group member had mentioned that even if the Old Ghost went mad, he wouldn’t dare defy the rules of the Manager. But in reality, the Manager’s rules amounted to nothing in Han Fei’s eyes. Forcing his way into someone else’s room would even be considered polite, as the Soul of Evil might very likely choose to bloodbath the entire Death Building.

Han Fei even suspected that Butterfly intended the Soul of Evil to massacre all the residents within the building, thereby following the old path of the test subject. He would become a blood-stained Butcher, gradually losing himself.

"You don’t need to be overly anxious; can he really destroy this building?" the male student said, seeing Han Fei’s perturbed state, and added a few more words: "Today is Soul-returning Night, and Paperman is sent for funerals, every household closes to summon souls. If the Old Ghost dares go mad tonight, there are things left by the Manager to deal with him."

"I’ve seen plenty of Managers. You guys don’t understand; he isn’t the sort of evil and terror you can comprehend," Han Fei said, unsure of how to convince the other. He frowned, thought for a moment, then opened his Attribute Panel and began to read his employment history, "What I’m about to say are plain truths. I’ve held many jobs, but ultimately, because of the presence of that Soul of Evil, everything was messed up."

"Messed up?"

"Not the kind of mess-up you’re thinking of." Han Fei started reading his employment history: When he became a teacher, he directly killed the principal; went for an interview, and within half an hour, the interviewer had passed away; switched careers, and his peers died instantly; trained at the Security Company, later the Song appeared, and now that company is completely enveloped by a Curse, not to mention the staff, not a single soul was left.

After hearing Han Fei’s employment history, the male student was greatly shocked. He stared at the Death Building’s security uniform Han Fei was wearing, his pale face beginning to twitch slightly.