My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 377 There is No Soul of Evil that Dare Not Kill

Chapter 377: Chapter 377 There is No Soul of Evil that Dare Not Kill

The Old Ghost’s nails were stained with countless Curses, and a mere glance at them was enough to invoke terror.

At this moment, the Old Ghost’s fingertips pierced through the boy’s red clothes and grabbed onto his collar, fortunately not touching his skin.

An immensely large and terrifying Ghost, holding a child clad in pajamas by the fingertips, made for a bizarre and eerie scene that felt unreal to behold.

The room was covered in blood, as Curses surged against the walls like tides. The broken walls concealed bits of flesh and severed limbs, yet amidst this carnage, the most frightening wails of the Ghost in the room slowed down.

The woman locked onto the Old Ghost’s back, looking at her son in bear pajamas, cried out directly. The strong mother yelled unconsciously at her child, "Where did you run off to? I’ve been looking for you!"

With her hands full of scars, she desperately pushed against the Curse Chains on her body. The Soul of Evil’s eyelids twitched, and the Curse Chain on the Old Ghost’s back was easily pushed open by an ordinary person.

The woman ran toward her child, having never cried like this even in the face of death.

With his nails clutching the child’s collar, the Soul of Evil placed him in front of the woman.

Finally seeing her son, the woman opened her arms to embrace him, but as she drew near, the boy who had shown no reaction to the outside world, suddenly lifted his head. His eyes were devoid of any human emotion, and his tiny hand stretched out from beneath the Blood Clothes, aiming straight for his mother’s heart.

His arm finally stopped a foot away from the woman, held back by the Old Ghost grasping the back of the boy’s neck, preventing him from moving any further.

"Your child is a Soul Chaser, and you are the Wandering Soul he’s hunting. His first instinct upon seeing you would definitely be to kill you," the Soul of Evil stared at the distance of a foot, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes. He had indeed grabbed the boy’s collar, but had not exerted any force. Normally, the boy should have stopped an inch away from the woman.

But to the surprise of the Soul of Evil, the boy’s hand had stopped a full foot away from his mother. The Soul Chaser was actually resisting the commands instilled by the Manager.

Butterfly enjoyed toying with human nature, deeming the act of loved ones killing each other as something filled with "beauty". Perhaps it had once hoped to compel the little boy to claim his own mother’s Soul, but for various reasons, the boy did not completely follow its directive.

The child was unwilling to kill his own mother, and even as a Soul Chaser, when he approached her, he would still halt his double-handed stabbing motion.

The woman, with tears streaming down her face and her child within arm’s reach, released all the emotions she had suppressed for so long. She poured out everything that had weighed on her heart to her son.

It was just too bad that the boy in bear pajamas could no longer respond, as if he couldn’t understand a word she was saying.

As the woman continuously called out to her child, the Soul of Evil seemed to be communicating with the Old Ghost, "Didn’t you say that Soul Chasers are dolls created by the Manager? Didn’t you tell me they have no perception? Why did this child stop on his own? How can a doll have its own emotions?"

"The human Soul is complex? Old man, I’m helping you here, so I hope you won’t tell me the wrong things again. It affects my judgment," the Soul of Evil said.

With a gaze mingling malice and violence, the Soul of Evil used the Curse Chain to lock the woman and her child together on his back: "Stop crying! Once we kill the Manager, all Soul Chasers will return to normal."

The Soul of Evil looked at the woman and her child, between whom seemed to exist an intangible thing that he lacked. For the first time, he felt a sense of being incomplete, the thought creeping quietly into his heart.

His eyes, filled with murderous intent, now harbored a trace of frenzy. The Soul of Evil pounded his fist time and again into the gamblers in room 4034 until the floor was riddled with cracks, and only then did he leave.

Keep moving up!

The frenzied Old Ghost and the agitated Soul of Evil arrived at the Death Building. Everywhere he passed, the walls were dyed red, and couplets along with Gate Heart fell to the ground.

"4044?"

Changes appeared in the corridor, walls began to twist, paper money floated down, and the blood on the floor flowed slowly as if the Soul of Evil had arrived at the Netherworld Ferry.

Throwing the few people locked onto his back to one side, the Soul of Evil’s eyes fixated on a particular room.

A headless Door God slowly emerged from a blood-red door, dragging a sharp Beheading Saber behind him.

Dull footsteps echoed in the hallway, and one after another, severed heads rolled out from the Gate Heart, their bloody and blurred mouths all shouting the same sentence—this way is blocked!

The Headless Door God stood amidst the pile of heads, turning its body to face Old Ghost.

"Is that the Gate God you were talking about?" the Soul of Evil showed no signs of backing down, his lips split into an exceedingly happy grin.

Hearing the laughter of the Soul of Evil, the Gate God lowered his Beheading Saber by an inch.

The head beside him slowly morphed, taking on Han Fei’s face, then the face began to speak, "I already let you go once, don’t be ungrateful."

Seeing the head next to the Gate God, the Soul of Evil revealed a ferocious smile, "My face isn’t something anyone can change at will, you’ve used my face, so don’t blame me for smashing your door."

The Soul of Evil’s words were far from polite, devoid of any softening tone, and upon hearing them, the Headless Door God raised his blade, the ghastly white light reflecting off the Soul of Evil’s face.

The fourth floor corridor changed once again, the faces of all the severed heads twisted and contorted, all transforming into likenesses of Han Fei as they chanted something, strands of Blood Silk emerging from their bodies and flowing into the Gate God.

As blood silk gathered in abundance, the Gate God swiftly raised his hand, creating an effigy of the Soul of Evil with those strands before him, then he raised his saber and struck down at the forehead of the blood silk puppet!

"Boom!"

A vast amount of Dark Energy exploded over Old Ghost, causing the walls of the fourth-floor corridor to cave in on both sides.

Large amounts of blood mist emanated from the puppet, and once the mist dissipated, the Gate God stood in his original spot, unmoved, while Old Ghost’s arms fell to the ground, the front sections completely severed.

The Gate God’s Beheading Saber had been aimed at the Soul of Evil, but at the crucial moment, Old Ghost had taken the hit for him.

Bright red blood slid down the forehead, staining half of the Soul of Evil’s face red, his eyes opening amidst the blood, letting the liquid flow into his mouth, painting his lips red.

"Is the Manager’s guard dog really this weak?"

The corners of his mouth, wet with blood, slowly split apart, and the Soul of Evil’s half-bloodstained face stared intently at the Gate God, his words deliberate, "Give me all your hatred; let me use the power of your bloodline."

Screams erupted from the face on Old Ghost’s back as his inner hatred was released without reservation, a deep black fire started burning throughout the corridor.

Each and every door twisted and deformed, reflecting the silhouette of the Soul of Evil in Old Ghost’s crimson eyes, his mouth opened, the voice that came out now completely identical to that of the Soul of Evil.

"A Headless Door Ghost, dares to call itself a god?"