My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 385: Soul-returning Begins! (4000)

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Soul-returning Begins! (4000)

All the luck one encounters may simply be due to their unintended kindness toward others.

At this moment, Han Fei was protected by Zhuang Wen solely because he had helped her escape the control of the Butterfly in Building 1.

Even though seared by hatred from the past, Zhuang Wen still unconsciously saved Han Fei’s life. However, there was no deeper relationship between the two, and Han Fei had no influence over Zhuang Wen through his words.

It was a critical moment, yet Zhuang Wen did not think of escaping but gathered all her hatred and hurled it fiercely at the Shrine!

The old Shrine bled, emitting a pungent stench from the ancient bloodstains, as countless blood vessels ruptured, and blood droplets wilted in the midair.

Inside the Shrine, a terrifying force was awakening, seemingly integrated with the entire Insect Cocoon Fragment, capable of manipulating everything in this sea of blood and the Bottom of Nightmare Valley.

Dense blood vessels intertwined like a huge net from the depths of the Flower Sea, centering on the Shrine.

Layer upon layer, Zhuang Wen and Han Fei were completely enveloped inside it.

As Zhuang Wen continued her assault, cracks appeared on the surface of the Shrine. A ghost close to hatred still couldn’t destroy the Shrine completely, which gave Han Fei a new understanding of the Unspeakable existence.

However, Zhuang Wen’s attack wasn’t completely ineffective, as it at least created a perfect feeding environment for Big Evil.

Lying on that heart, Big Evil had seemingly consumed part of it, drinking the blood flowing from the heart into its stomach.

One should know, to nourish the heart in the Shrine, numerous children’s nightmares and souls hung on the inner walls of the Giant Cocoon, each drop of blood from the heart containing the deepest fears and nightmares.

"Big Evil might have sensed this thing when entering the Death Building. It had been hiding in my arm, so it wouldn’t be discovered, until I approached the Shrine. Then it suddenly burst out of my body."

Big Evil considered Han Fei as its own garment, this pet appeared clumsy and innocently foolish, but in fact, it was much more cunning than its master could imagine.

"Butterfly and Big Evil seem to have crawled out from the Human Pupae, except Butterfly leans more towards the human aspect, whereas Big Evil leans towards the non-human aspect. They originally shared the same source and likely had similar pursuits and desires for certain things."

The situation had gotten out of Han Fei’s control, and all he could do was open the Item Bar and eat the only remaining Pig Heart given to him by Xu Qin.

That’s how recovery of physical strength happened swiftly in Healing-type games.

Inside the Shrine, Big Evil was gnawing at the heart, outside Zhuang Wen launched a frenzied attack, the surrounding black mist went wild, and the ceiling floors cracked extensively, rooting like blood vessels into the structure of the Death Building.

The heart in the Shrine used to maintain the Death Building, now it began to extract something from within the Death Building.

After being injured, the eyes of the Unspeakable, represented by the Shrine, opened.

The underground floors cracked and collapsed layer by layer, the black mist, like a blast wave and vortex, driven by some power, gradually lifted the Shrine from the deepest part of the underground.

The "God" sleeping deep within the Death Intent seemed as if it would see the daylight again.

In the Heart of Nightmare, a strange voice emerged, chanting incomprehensible words, and the dead heart inside the Shrine started beating again!

...

At the same instant as the disruption in the deepest part of the Death Building, a sound of Soul Bell rattling came from room 4244 on the top floor of Building 4.

The sound seemed to presage something; initially, the Soul Bell rang only at the door of room 4244, but then it started ringing in all the rooms on the top floor, and gradually, the sound of the Soul Bell echoed throughout the entire building.

"Grandma, it’s not even 4:44 yet. I want to spend more time with everyone."

At an ordinary dining table sat a little girl with a ponytail, her chubby face making her look quite adorable when she laughed.

"Grandma also wants to spend more time with you all, but the time has already come," an elderly lady rose from her seat by the wooden dining table and entered the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a cleaver.

"Thank you for keeping me company for so long."

The elderly woman looked kindly at the little girl sitting by the dining table, who was holding a soup spoon in one hand and protecting the soup bowl in front of her with the other. The bowl was filled with dumplings wrapped in white paper.

The girl kept a smile on her face; she seemed used to acting coquettishly with the elderly woman until the moment the woman raised the cleaver, her smile nonetheless unwavering.

The raised arm fell on the girl’s head, the cleaver slicing her skin without a drop of blood; the girl burst out laughing as her body shattered like paper, leaving only a fragment of a family photo on the chair.

"It’s your turn, my dear," the elderly lady then turned towards another old man sitting beside her, who was usually not one to talk much, but he looked at the elderly woman with an unusual tenderness in his eyes.

Just like the girl, with one chop, the old man’s body also fragmented like paper.

The elderly lady’s cloudy eyes moistened, but she had to do it.

She turned her head, looking at the family members sitting around the table.

It should have been a joyous multigenerational gathering, but now, apart from herself, everyone sitting around the table was made of paper.

All of this was because of that child, the child who should have been dead already.

"It’s all the sins we have committed; we are being punished,"

The elderly lady, holding back tears, cleaved open each family member’s body with the cleaver, collected all the pieces of the family photo left inside them, pieced them together, and then looked towards an end chair at the table.

This chair was a bit lower than the normal chairs and seemed newly added; like it had never been sat on, it was merely a decoration.

"You’ve never been seen at a banquet during your lifetime, and now in this banquet, only you remain."

Taking the chair from the end of the table, the elderly lady moved to the center of the living room. She looked at the shrine she had constructed and placed the assembled family photo in front of it.

The lit candles were blown out. The offerings on the table underwent no visible change but started to emit a stench rotting from the inside out.

The lights in the room flickered a few times before going out completely as the elderly lady quietly placed the untouched chair in front of the shrine.

Picking up the Soul Bell and continuously shaking it, she murmured something and opened all the doors in the house, cutting all the Red Ropes tied around the room.

The room that once seemed normal instantly became eerie. The wind blew the fragments of paper people on the floor, and these erstwhile smiling paper faces began to weep.

The doors and windows made slight noises accompanied by creaking sounds as the Divine Door in the shrine began to tremble slightly, and some change also appeared on the assembled family photo.

Inside the old lady’s home, which had once housed four generations, a crowded family picture slowly revealed a deformed figure.

There originally was no presence of it in the photo, but its appearance was not abrupt; it seemed as if it was a member of the household, meant to be there all along.

"29th Month, 29th Day, from 3 a.m. to 5 a.m., suitable for burial, avoid appeasing the gods."

The old lady shook the Soul Bell, her own body gradually fragmenting, but her flesh and soul were tightly secured by the Red Rope wrapped around her, preventing her body from disintegrating.

With all her strength, she muttered the Soul-summoning Song, and as the suppressed voice emitted from room 4244, a mournful tune resounded throughout the entire Death Building.

In every household, the Soul-guiding Ladders hanging at the doors all snapped, Paper Money fluttered, overwhelmed by Death Intent.

In the darkest moment before dawn arrived, the Divine Door in the shrine of room 4244 slowly opened!

The family portrait placed in front of the shrine disappeared into it, seemingly the only photo left by the Death Building Manager of the malformed figures on it.

The Soul-summoning Song in her mouth became increasingly urgent; the old lady’s back was hunched as she frantically shook the Soul Bell in her hands.

Gradually, the shrine in room 4244 started to change, apparently connecting with the shrine underground.

Black veins, starting from the shrine in room 4244, wildly spread across the walls of the Death Building, and the Death Curses hidden in all residents’ bodies erupted.

Fear, pain, and despair began to conjure the terrifying figure in their minds.

All the closets within the Death Building complex started to bleed, and the gates between nightmares and the Deep World were gradually opening, with the residents’ fears acting as the bridge.

Desperate screams echoed throughout the Death Building, with a foul stench stemming from the depths of their souls permeating every corner.

The black veins piercing through the walls carried endless Hatred, pushing downward towards the base of the Death Building, while the root-like veins underground surged upward with Death Intent, eventually meeting on the fourth floor of the Death Building.

As the veins intertwined, and Hatred and Death Intent were about to merge, a piercing Song suddenly exploded, instilling a new fear in all the building’s residents!

The Death Intent, about to merge with the Hatred, was abruptly seized by the Song; the Unspeakable being was completely enraged, for nothing could confront the Unspeakable—accessible whenever it wished, leaving at will.

Ghastly cracks appeared on the fourth floor of building four, centered in room 4044 where Death Intent and Hatred converged, and the door of the Blood Gate, where the Headless Door God once lingered, was torn apart.

The stairs in the Death Building were tilting, but regardless of the previous chaos, the closets inside had remained unaffected.

However, as the door of room 4044 shattered, cracks spread into the room, and soon, the closets standing against the walls also malfunctioned, the turmoil of the Deep World already extending its reach to the Closet World.

The Closet World, hung with red garments, began to tremble, blood-red fissures like scars appeared on the floor and ceiling, and monsters hidden among the red garments scattered everywhere.

Under the influence of numerous fissures, the boundaries of the Closet World began to shatter, gradually merging with the Deep World.

The original Closet World existed between nightmares and the real world, but now it felt as if it was being dragged entirely into the Deep World.

Worse yet, at that moment, in the center of the Closet World, a massive Old Ghost was fervently assaulting the central closet door, his eyes burning with black fire of Hatred, his body exuding a sinister aura.

The seemingly ordinary closet endured all of the Old Ghost’s attacks until the Death Building’s fissures began to spread into the Closet World, and finally, damage appeared on that central closet.

"This closet is the core Curse Item, the very reason for the existence of the nightmare world; such a fine thing, if I cannot have it, I must destroy it as soon as possible!"

The unrestrained mad laughter mingled with hatred, and now Old Ghost resembled a madman out of control.

Small cracks on the closet began to slowly expand, this change seeming to spread to farther places.

...

Huanhai Mansion was Huang Ying’s childhood home, located in the best part of the Old City District, where all his beautiful memories were sealed.

"Snap!"

Dishes and bowls crashed to the floor, the prepared food splattering everywhere, a woman wearing an apron now standing in front of the bedroom closet.

She was not tall, slightly thin, with a gentle face, and years of teaching had endowed her with a scholarly air.

The woman in front of him looked like Huang Ying’s mother, but Huang Ying, locked inside the closet, could be certain, even if she resembled her perfectly, she was not his mother.

Picking up the oily fragments of the rice bowl from the floor, the woman crouched in front of the closet. She stared at Huang Ying, locked in the closet like a dog, as hate slowly surfaced in her eyes.

"Is this all you can do?" The scarred Huang Ying lifted his head. After being killed numerous times by his own "mother" in various ways, he gradually understood a truth.

Initially, he thought being killed by his mother could lessen the guilt he felt towards her; he even sought death actively, causing Butterfly to be suspicious for a while.

But as his deaths increased, Huang Ying realized that even if he died ten thousand times, it would not diminish his guilt towards his mother.

Some things, once happened, stay forever in the Brain Sea, even if repeated many times in nightmares, reality would not change.

When his mother saved him initially, she definitely would not have wanted him to carry a lifetime of self-blame and pain.

Living happily and earnestly might be the best repayment to her.

Imprisoned in the closet and barely alive, Huang Ying, under such circumstances, wore a faint smile on his face; he rarely smiled like this.

With unwavering gaze, he looked at the face that nearly perfectly resembled his mother’s, the self-blame in his eyes replaced by pity.

"My mother would never do these things to me, but your parents actually did these things to you. You are truly pitiful, but I don’t pity you."

Huang Ying’s words struck a sore spot for Butterfly, but he didn’t care at all, "The way you torment me in so many different ways, is it because your parents treated you similarly? They raised you like an animal, and that’s why you’ve become beast-like?"

"Such a pathetic creature, devoid of any humanity, compared to you I am truly fortunate because even in death, I experienced being loved. You will never understand that feeling, because no one will ever love you, you don’t deserve anyone’s love, hahahaha!"

The bruised Huang Ying laughed loudly at Butterfly, standing in front of the closet. The woman’s face was already distorted, and the entire nightmare seemed to compress inward, as if it was going to twist Huang Ying’s soul.

But at that moment, the woman Butterfly had transformed into suddenly sensed something off. She looked down at her chest, where a crack had appeared at the location of her heart, and that crack was still slowly expanding!

Frowning deeply, she looked at the clock on the wall. In all the nightmares Huang Ying had experienced, there was always a clock, and now the clock showed four o’clock sharp.

Although it wasn’t yet the agreed time, her body was already failing. The woman could no longer maintain her form, she threw Huang Ying out of the closet and entered it herself.

From her actions, it seemed she was very anxious, as if she couldn’t return soon enough.