My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 376: We Are Here

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: We Are Here

Old Ghost lingered at the gap in the gray fog, watching the world outside the fog before slowly turning around.

The scarlet in his eyes bore no trace of muddiness, as murderous intent and hatred intertwined within his pupils. Old Ghost had made his choice clear to the Soul of Evil through his actions.

Spine by spine began to elongate, and faces of all his descendants were stained with hatred. They used their blood ties as a bond to resonate with the hatred!

Old Ghost’s body swelled again, his heart filled with endless murderous intent boiling over, and he strode back into Death Building.

With the support of hatred lost, the healing speed of the gray fog accelerated. Just as the gap in the fog was about to close again, a blood-red dinner knife pierced through the fog full of Death Intent!

Crimson lips slowly parted, and a woman’s voice emerged from the fog, "His laughter came from here, I’m certain it was his voice."

Blood-stained clothing clung to her, each step she took carried a breathtakingly beautiful, disturbingly sickly, maniacally lovely air.

Hands propped open the gap in the fog, and a faint crying sound began. A child, holding the Spiritual Altar, followed behind the woman, his face stained with tear marks, his body pierced with needles of despair.

"Listening to the laughter, it’s definitely him." Two figures—one tall, one short—radiating a deep ominous aura entered the gray fog. The taller one immediately swallowed the shorter one into his stomach, "Lure the Gesheng to Death Building and then, while the Gesheng draws the fog, breach the fog’s weakest point. Emit Kuangxiao, indicating our position. Only (he) would be capable of such acts. But, how did he know we would come for him?"

"Stop the chatter, hurry up and go in! The Shop Manager’s laughter is different from before, he must have also encountered trouble." The man in the convenience store uniform hurried towards Death Building, the only remaining eye radiating a dangerous light.

With blood nearing, multiple black eyes opened within the fog. Beside the one-eyed man was a very young girl, her eyes tightly shut, carrying a screaming female puppet in her hand.

One figure after another entered Death Building through the gap in the gray fog. Just at the last moment when the fog was healing, the final figure in line raised his head.

He wore a hat and a very ordinary trench coat, seeming feeble as if having no power, yet people around him dared not get too close.

There was once a tale within Happiness Residential Community about a room where eight people died. Their bodies were fused together, and due to the heavy Resentment and strong forces, the Manager had to hide their bodies in different parts of the building.

The Death Intent in the gray fog penetrated the skin, as the feeble figure looked at Death Building and silently removed his hat.

Hidden under the brim of the hat was a very common face, as ordinary as his name, the man was named Wei Youfu.

"Han Fei, we’ve come to get you."

The group, without wasting words, walked in the shadows, doing their utmost to suppress their aura as they entered Death Building through the gap!

The purest Death Intent in the basement of Death Building was triggered by the Soul of Evil. The endless Death Intent tangled with the Gesheng, and more cracks began to appear on the building’s exterior, unable to keep up with the pace of destruction.

"A resident building named after death, yet it behaves like a living creature, knowing how to heal itself, truly disgusting!"

The Soul of Evil, controlling Old Ghost’s hand, directly tore through the wall. The deepest parts of the wall began to bleed outward as if human skin was being ripped apart.

"The Manager returns at 4:44, we still have enough time."

Standing in the corridor, countless tiny black veins sprouted from Old Ghost’s body like century-old tree roots, creeping through door cracks and fissures into every room.

Some roots were black before entering a room, but upon extraction, they turned red, fresh blood mingled with Resentment and pain, all becoming food for Old Ghost.

To avoid being targeted by the Manager, Old Ghost locked himself inside his room, refusing to step out of his door. He thought this would allow him to survive in Death Building, but little did he know that the Manager never intended to spare him from the start.

The resentment buried deep within burst forth completely, and there was nearly no one in the building who could stop Old Ghost’s steps!

Ascending, floor by floor, drenching each in blood!

Any ghost not hidden well was considered mere food in the eyes of the Soul of Evil.

To save time, he didn’t stop for a moment, but when he reached the third floor’s corner, his pace suddenly slowed.

The ferocious face of Soul of Evil slowly turned, casting a glance at Oiran and the woman locked on Old Ghost’s back.

As the two were drenched in cold sweat under the stern gaze of Soul of Evil, the Soul of Evil controlled Old Ghost to stop, and countless blood vessels, root-like, surged toward room 4034.

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"Tonight is not very quiet; the four of us should be more careful."

"The annual Soul-returning Night always stirs up some noise. As long as we keep this Soul Chaser under control, there shouldn’t be any other Soul Chasers coming to our door tonight."

"Stay focused, whatever chaos happens outside has nothing to do with us."

In room 4034, a table was set up where four gambling ghosts played mahjong. Their portraits were displayed in the center of the living room, and the table was piled with Paper Money.

"If we trap this Soul Chaser here, could it cause trouble? This year we have indeed killed quite a few Wandering Souls," the gambler sitting on the west side of the table said as he played a West Wind tile, his eyes shifting toward a child trapped behind the four portraits.

The child, head hanging low in a blood-stained teddy bear pajama, seemed like a broken puppet, completely devoid of self-awareness.

"Don’t talk about unlucky things, nothing has happened in the past years, why would this year be different? If other Soul Chasers sense that there is a Soul Chaser inside the house, they will not come over. It’s the rule of Death Building," the gambler sitting on the south side spoke and then played a West Wind too.

"What’s with both of you playing West Wind?" the gambler on the east side also played a West Wind, nonchalantly looking at the table, "They say that during a night game of mahjong, if all four players play a West Wind, one person will ’return to the west.’ Wanna bet on it for fun?"

"We’re already neither human nor ghost; what’s there to fear about ’returning to the west’?" The gambler on the north answered as he picked up a West Wind but, with the other three staring intently at him, he eventually did not play it. "One bamboo!"

As he put down his mahjong tile, the man suddenly felt his body somewhat uncontrollable. Sensing something, he abruptly looked up, and the ceiling was densely covered with crisscrossing black blood vessels.

"What, what is that?!"

The door twisted and deformed before he could hear anyone’s response, and a hand had already pierced through his chest, the red blood burning on his body like flames.

His mutilated body was flung aside, Soul of Evil wiped the blood off his palm, his eyes full of malice sweeping over the mahjong table: "One bamboo, three West Winds, the tiles are telling you, tonight you’re travelling together!"

The palm pressed down, and a net woven of knife-like blood vessels, covering the ceiling, pulled the wall directly downward.

Screams erupted, Soul of Evil laughed unrestrainedly as he flipped over the table’s four portraits with one hand and grabbed the Soul Chaser in the teddy bear pajamas.

"Hey, take a look, is this your child?"