My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 373: Will Not Perish

Chapter 373: Chapter 373: Will Not Perish

No matter if Han Fei was lying or not, the male student felt somewhat uneasy looking at the security guard uniform on Han Fei.

"Rest assured, this has nothing to do with me. All the evil and disaster are in that escaping soul, and I can’t guarantee what he might do, so you must be careful!" Han Fei was very serious, only in such situations would he have a clear understanding of himself.

"But after all, it’s just a summoned Wandering Soul; there shouldn’t be any trouble," the male student was also beginning to waver, mainly because what Han Fei said was too frightening.

"Have you seen a Ghost that returns on the seventh day take complete control within half an hour? Give him some more time, and the consequences are unimaginable!" Han Fei was actually very anxious. It was still more than two hours until 4:44 AM, and he had to gather all the souls before the Butterfly could return.

However, the current situation of the Soul of Evil obviously seemed accidental, and Han Fei was worried that his own soul would act like the Gate God’s soul, not only refusing to return but also trying to use various means to kill the main soul.

This was precisely why Han Fei became very tense upon seeing the other party.

But he did not lose his reason because of this; everything has its good and bad sides. Although the combination of the Soul of Evil and the Old Ghost was terrifying, if handled well, they could also be of great help to Han Fei.

"Most owners in the Yinghuo group still have the potential for communication and could barely be considered allies. If the Soul of Evil wants to massacre the Death Building, the group members who receive the warning in the chat will hide, and those killed by the Soul of Evil will be the Evil Ghosts completely dominated by Death Intent, unable to communicate."

Saving the group members was essentially saving himself, so he continually issued warnings.

After convincing the male student, Han Fei then pulled him along to notify the group chat members.

Those group members who had previously been taken care of by Yinghuo had the chance to become his assistance; Han Fei did not wish for them to have accidents.

The previously silent group chat suddenly became active today, with Han Fei like a whistleblower before the disaster, urgently notifying everyone to take refuge.

"Do not attempt to confront it! Do not talk to him! It’s best to hide, and make sure not to have any contact with him!"

A living person, in the depths of the night, in a chat filled with Fierce Ghosts, reminded everyone to be safe, not to walk at night, and to lock their doors, creating a uniquely comforting scene.

Those online friends previously helped by Yinghuo, possibly out of respect for Yinghuo, reluctantly followed Han Fei’s instructions.

However, the original residents of the Death Building named after the building’s door numbers didn’t think much of it; in their view, sparing Han Fei’s life was already incredibly restrained and merciful. How could they possibly follow his words?

Before Han Fei could finish sending the warnings, sounds of glass shattering already came from the top of the Death Building; the last he heard such sounds was when the Building-jumping Ghost appeared.

In a rush, Han Fei ran to the window and tried to open it, but the student from room 4064 stopped him.

"You can’t just open the windows of the Death Building; the mist outside, completely condensed by Death Intent, will drift in, and the Monsters hidden in the mist might also take the opportunity to climb inside the building."

"Then what would happen if the windows were smashed? If no one repairs them, won’t the mist outside keep drifting into the building?" Han Fei was just simply curious.

"You just got here and there’s a lot you don’t know. The Death Building seems to have its own life—if anything is destroyed, it always gradually recovers over time. It’s like when a person gets hurt, the wound will scab over, and then slowly heal."

"The Death Building has life? But this whole area is clearly enveloped by Death Intent. I was curious before I came in, where does such a massive Death Intent come from?" Han Fei expressed the confusion he had had for a long time. The Death Building was the most dangerous building in his area, with the whole structure wrapped in gray fog.

Initially, he thought the gray fog was harmless, until the Unspeakable singing entered the fog and also lost its way. Only then did he realize this fog, composed entirely of Death Intent, was extremely terrifying.

"Above Grudge is Hatred, and above Hatred is the Unspeakable. It seems that Butterfly’s ability alone cannot produce so much gray fog. Could it be that the fog enveloping the Death Building existed even before Butterfly?"

"I’m not very clear either. I only know that the gray fog, Death Intent, and Death Curse all originate from beneath the Death Building," the male student answered truthfully.

"Beneath? Have you been down there?"

"No, the basement of the Death Building can only be accessed by an elevator, and I dislike confined spaces and have never taken one."

Hearing the male student’s answer, Han Fei recalled a scene from when he played the Death Building Game, where those Soul Chasers dressed in red, covered in death curses, seemed to all come bursting up from the basement via the elevator.

"What is hidden beneath the Death Building?" Before Han Fei’s words faded, the continuous crashing sounds of window glass breaking echoed from above, interspersed with reckless laughter.

The glass falling from above like a sharp rainstorm plunged into the gray fog, and without making any sound afterward, it seemed to be swallowed by something.

As one floor after another had its windows shattered, the gray fog surged into the building, and at the same time, the singing outside became distinctly audible, making Han Fei’s scalp tingle as if the face of the singing was right outside the windows.

"It’s very close to me! Is the person smashing the windows trying to let the singing into the building?!" Hearing a familiar laugh from the rooftop, Han Fei knew who had shattered the windows. The idea of Soul of Evil was sound, bringing the singing into the Death Building, but the problem was, could he escape being hunted by the singing? Merely by associating with a top-tier Grudge, was he daring to play with fire? To provoke and entice the Unspeakable? Had he gone mad?

Han Fei truly hadn’t expected that the first thing Soul of Evil would do after gaining power was to smash the windows of the Death Building floor by floor. The opponent, being his own soul, was unpredictable in his actions.

"Have you ever felt that there’s something in the singing outside, as if it’s calling your name?" the male student spoke, as if twisting the knife.

Han Fei now had no mood to converse with the male student; his mind was filled with concerns related to the singing. Soul of Evil was acting crazy, advocating chaos, and another change would soon add to the Death Building.

"Evil Soul is quite ruthless to itself, putting the singing into the Death Building—a deadly strike! The problem is, the person the singing hates the most is him!"

The glass on the top floor continued to shatter, and by the time Butterfly arrived, the Death Building would probably be so tormented that it wouldn’t recognize itself.

The sorrowful music, the singing, and the sound of breaking glass blended together, with boundless gray fog pouring into the Death Building like a black sea suspended in mid-air pouring down!

Standing by the window, Han Fei witnessed everything. The scene was magnificent and eerie, permeated with Dark Energy, even reminding him of an Olympic opening ceremony from many years ago.