My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 374: How did you become like this! (4000)

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: How did you become like this! (4000)

The grey fog in the Death Building complex carried a thick scent of Death Intent as it surged back into Building No. 4, the windows healing far slower than the rate at which the Soul of Evil was damaging them.

The residents inside had never encountered such a situation before. Although there had certainly been clashes between Fierce Ghosts and Evil Souls in the building, like when the Building-jumping Ghost and the Female Live-streamer fought fiercely, they had never directed their violence at the building itself.

The collapse of the building would benefit no one. They were fighting, not committing suicide.

But this newly emerged Wandering Soul was different, disregarding the rules of the Death Building completely, resorting to a mutual destruction tactic. And it wasn’t just about his own demise; he wanted to drag everyone in the building down with him!

This ruthless style convinced the male student to believe what Han Fei had said; probably only someone this terrifying could do the things Han Fei had previously mentioned.

The madness and hysteria displayed by the Soul of Evil far exceeded normal imagination, and many ghosts couldn’t understand it.

The members of the owner’s mutual aid group had not taken Han Fei’s words seriously at first, with some even going out to check for themselves, until layer upon layer of glass windows shattered and the song filled with endless killing intent began to resound in everyone’s ears, causing panic!

Standing by the window, Han Fei watched the grand commotion caused by the Soul of Evil and started to worry about how to control the adversary.

The grey fog of the whole complex began to gather at Building No. 4, and outside the window, it was as if there was a deep sea, with the song sounding like a gigantic sea monster hidden in the darkness, constantly smashing against the building.

"When Butterfly comes back, it will probably find itself an orphan," Han Fei commented, without a hint of jest. The song, sharp in its detection, found a power within the Death Building cooperating with it. This Unspeakable existence focused its Power on attacking where the grey fog was surging back, seeking to follow the fog into the Death Building.

Its intention was clear, but it failed to break through the final defense.

The proud Unspeakable existence, already having lingered outside the Death Building for several nights, felt its killing intent and unexpressed rage towards Han Fei boiling over. It decided to completely destroy the complex, to have its Curse fill every inch of soil.

The song became more mournful, as if crying blood!

The dirges within the building were instantly suppressed. A vast shadow loomed within the grey fog, seeming to be the source of the Unspeakable song, as its entire body strained to squeeze into the Death Building!

Unspeakable was an existence even more terrifying than Hatred. As it exerted full force to break through, the Death Building struggled to hold back, especially with the Soul of Evil in collusion.

The entire building seemed on the verge of collapse, with fine cracks appearing on the walls, as if they would crumble at any moment. Then, suddenly, a grey fog much thicker than before erupted from beneath the Death Building!

This fog, dense with Death Intent, was turning almost black.

Ordinary people couldn’t even step into the black fog, let alone gaze upon it without their minds being affected by its murderous intent, leading to derangement.

The grey fog that sprang from beneath the Death Building resisted the song like a tidal surge, effectively deterring it despite the Soul of Evil’s coordination, leaving the song unable to penetrate the Death Building, at least for the moment.

"How can there be so much Dark Energy beneath the Death Building? Is the Death Building built over a Big Grave? Whose bodies could be buried there?" Han Fei was startled by his own thoughts. A typical Hiding Corpse Method Pit could not possibly gather such refined Death Intent; he suspected that what lay beneath the Death Building was not a pile of bodies, but one "special" corpse.

"Could it be Fu Sheng’s corpse?"

Han Fei couldn’t be certain either, he only knew now that the secrets of the Death Building were hidden underground.

"Perhaps I can take this chance to ride the elevator down and have a look."

The sound of shattering glass continued relentlessly, the Old Ghost, influenced by the Soul of Evil, had become the most terrifying and crafty existence within the Death Building—unmatchable, unbeatable, absolutely lawless.

"Let’s hide first. At this rate, your Soul of Evil will probably enter this room very soon." The male student stared at the community Security Guard uniform on Han Fei, touching the cracks on the wall. He realized he had been thinking too small; his initial worry was that Han Fei might kill off all the Owners of the community, but now he discovered that Han Fei was planning to destroy the entire building!

"Hiding will probably not work, he’ll definitely feel my presence as he gets closer to me." Han Fei looked sincerely at the male student: "Classmate, what are your odds against the Old Ghost on the 23rd floor?"

"No chance at all, not the slightest bit." The male student was genuinely scared. He’d known the man in front of him for less than half an hour, and now he was already facing a life-or-death situation.

"Then you might as well run with me, bring Laisheng and Yinghuo, and let’s go underground." Han Fei hadn’t made this decision on a whim; Laisheng’s father was a Soul Chaser and probably had a good understanding of the underground.

While Han Fei and the male student were discussing their strategy, the sound of the breaking glass suddenly stopped.

"It seems to have stopped at the thirteenth floor? Are there very scary ghosts living there?" The Soul of Evil wouldn’t smash all the glass in every room on each floor, he picked the low-hanging fruit, aiming for efficiency, striving to tear the largest possible hole in the Death Building in the shortest time.

"No?" The male student was puzzled: "Does that mean we don’t need to leave?"

"Don’t leave your fate in others’ hands, just follow me downstairs first." Han Fei and the male student left the room with Yinghuo and Laisheng, and by this time, the Paperman funeral procession couldn’t care less about them.

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"It’s over, it’s all over, the sound of the glass shattering is about to reach our floor! We’re really dead this time!"

On the thirteenth floor, in room 4134, two men and a woman crouched behind the couch. They were the woman saved by Han Fei in the Closet World, Feng Ziyu’s unlucky neighbor, and a Death Building Security Guard known as Oiran.

"You can run from the beginning, but not forever. Who would have thought I’d still die in this cursed place!" Feng Ziyu’s neighbor was a chubby uncle, who had gone to Feng Ziyu’s place because of the loud noise, only to be thrown into the Closet World by Butterfly as if he were trash.

"A man doesn’t easily shed tears; what’s with you always crying and wailing, it’s so annoying!" Oiran wore the only clean security guard uniform, fully armed, firmly holding a strong flashlight and a rubber baton.

"Shouldn’t we escape anyway?" The middle-aged uncle got up from the ground.

"Bai Sinian said to wait here for him," the woman who had been silent finally spoke up: "He will come back, and he even said he would help me find my lost child. Besides, don’t you think the laughter from outside sounds a little similar to Bai Sinian’s?"

Oiran and the middle-aged uncle were frantic and didn’t listen carefully to what the woman said.

The woman didn’t speak again, just kept looking at the photo in her palm, a photo of her son, cute and innocent, wearing a small bear pajama.

"Both of you be quiet! Seems like something is coming!" The Security Guard Oiran was extremely tense, staring outside, as the windows of the fourteenth floor above had already been smashed, and the whooshing wind poured straight into the building.

"It’s our turn..."

Strange noises echoed in the corridor, as if countless hands and feet were crawling on the ceiling simultaneously. The most terrifying part was that the noise suddenly stopped when it passed room 4134!

The three survivors looked at each other with terror in their eyes. They dared not make any sound, praying that the thing outside would quickly leave.

Perhaps some evil god heard their wish; after a few seconds of calm, fine black blood silk began to appear on the security door, and the stinking black blood seeped into the room through the door gap.

"Bang!"

The locked door was violently smashed open, and insane laughter came from outside.

One by one, heads protruded from the spine, and two blood-stained arms shattered the door. The slender fingers, like poisonous snakes with eyes, swept away the pile of security uniforms in the living room and headed straight for behind the sofa.

The three in room 4134 didn’t even have the privilege to hide from the Old Ghost; their disparity in strength was too vast.

The overwhelming dark energy pressed down directly. The three behind the sofa probably wouldn’t even feel the pain brought by the curse before they were ground into fragments and their souls scattered.

"You two jump out the window, quick! Follow the pipes to another floor!" Oiran acted very nobly at this moment, placing himself in front of the woman with a police baton in hand.

The middle-aged man and the woman ran backward but couldn’t open the windows, which contained the Sealing and Death Curse of the Death Building.

"Such a weak ghost surviving must have a special reason." An Old Ghost’s face on the spine opened its eyes, resembling Han Fei almost exactly, except it bore an intense evil in its brows and madness tinged its mouth corners.

The Soul of Evil was very clever. It noticed something hidden within Oiran and chose not to crush him casually with dark energy but instead aimed to transfer the Death Curse from the Old Ghost’s body into Oiran’s body.

If successful, good; if not, there would be no loss to itself.

The Death Curse dragged Oiran like a rope towards the back, and Oiran also saw the faces along the Old Ghost’s spine.

"It’s you! Bai Sinian!"

Oiran was so scared he was about to faint, but then he suddenly saw Han Fei’s face and could hardly believe it was true!

"Damn! I haven’t seen you in a few nights, and you’ve grown so much!"

The Soul of Evil glanced at Oiran with its evil-filled eyes and instantly realized something, "There was an accident while I was merging with my family, and I lost part of my memory. Do you know the former me?"

Speak human when you see humans, speak ghost when you see ghosts. Whether Han Fei was human or ghost, he always knew what to say.

"Of course I know you! You’re Bai Sinian, the new security guard of the Death Building. You brought both of them here." Oiran sighed with relief. He truly had not expected to survive in such a situation, his life indeed resilient: "Bai Sinian is back, no need to rush off just yet."

The woman was somewhat better off, having survived in Closet World for quite a while, whereas the middle-aged uncle hid behind her, his legs shaking too much to even take a glance at the Monster before them.

"Do you recognize me?" The voice of the Soul of Evil conveyed a Death Intent, and few dared to lie in the face of such a voice.

"We were saved by you, you are a very kind person."

"Kind? Me?" The menace on the Soul of Evil’s face grew stronger, "It is just as I thought. No wonder when I tried to let the Big Ghost outside in, there was a fluctuation in my heart, a slight resistance. Turns out I am a good person. But shouldn’t good people go to Heaven? Why is it that only I ended up in Hell?"

"You helped us get out of danger and even helped me search for the lost child in the building. Actually, you becoming like this is also because we two are too useless." The woman looked at the Monster in front of her, feeling deeply self-reproachful and pained.

"I smell the scent of pain on you. Are you feeling sorry for me?" The Soul of Evil seized the woman’s body with the hand of the Old Ghost and placed her in front of it.

Smelling the scent of the soul from the tip of his nose, he looked at the woman’s face, so close at hand, "Tell me everything about my personality, my past, including every single word I’ve said to you! Maybe the me that has become a Monster will be able to find who I was before."

The woman was bound by the Curse and looked into the sinisterly handsome face of the Soul of Evil. She didn’t dare hide anything and told everything about how Han Fei was truly a good person.

"Such a good person and yet he descended to Hell? Is that fair?" The Soul of Evil lifted one arm of the Old Ghost and locked the three people behind its back, and then, with a sinister laugh, charged towards the room’s window, "I’m in a hurry, we’ll talk as we go, don’t stop, keep speaking!"

He focused all his Dark Energy and smashed it onto the glass of the window, which was the only way to break the glass that had accumulated Death Intent for who knows how many years.

After the glass of the window on the thirteenth floor shattered, the gray mist below the Death Building erupted once again, with the darkened fog being drawn out, starting to surge towards the Gesheng.

"Old guy, the grave you mentioned has been stirred up, the Death Intent from it is now entangled with the Gesheng from outside, they should have no time to deal with us now, right?"

The gray-black fog drifted into room 4134, and the Soul of Evil, without ducking or dodging, spread its arms wide open.

"If fairness is something one has to fight for oneself, then what’s the point of rules? Don’t worry, I’ll smash all the chains on us to pieces, and if anyone tries to stop me, I’ll pulverize them to dust."

The chilling voice sent the room temperature plummeting, and amidst the wild laughter, the Old Ghost left room 4134, taking those three people and scurrying up the wall rapidly.

A creepy whistle came from the mouth of the Soul of Evil, as he felt for the location of the Gesheng, swiftly arriving at the first floor.

The window at the corner of the corridor on the first floor was the furthest from the Gesheng, and by now, all the Death Intent rising from below the Death Building was surging towards the Gesheng. The Soul of Evil had finally created an opportunity after much effort.

"Old guy, your family has carried the Death Curse from generation to generation, and after death, you must return here. Do you really want your grandchildren to continue to live this way?" The Soul of Evil looked at the window in the corner of the staircase, boarded up with planks, "All your descendants have burrowed into your back, your spine is propped up by the heads of later generations, it’s time to put an end to these terrible days."

Bony arms like chains started to show characters for death, and Blood Silk began to appear in the murky eyes of the Old Ghost.

"My emergence was by chance, yet also inevitable! I can feel the rage and Hatred that you’ve suppressed for countless years. Merge perfectly with me! Rather than being treated like livestock forever, why not take this excellent opportunity and fight for once!"

The hands of the Old Ghost gripped the planks on the window, his deep-seated Hatred completely ignited by the Soul of Evil.