My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 391: Han Fei and His Souls

Chapter 391: Chapter 391: Han Fei and His Souls

The brilliant saber edge that tore through the night cleaved the butterfly’s heart, and the entire Death Building seemed to freeze for a second.

At cabinet 4444, the butterfly turned its head, its gaze solidifying on the Soul of Evil.

The future from the nightmares eventually became reality, only this time, the one wielding the saber was not Han Fei, but an Evil Ghost.

"How can a ghost wield the saber of humanity?"

The butterfly, struggling madly, paused for a moment as cracks spread from its chest along its veins, reaching throughout its body.

Its wings, which seemed to have stolen all the colors of the Deep World, began to dim, its night was torn apart.

After the Soul of Evil swung that saber, the Hatred Black Fire in the heart of the Old Ghost was completely extinguished. The blood-colored Death Curse of the butterfly and the Old Ghost’s hatred were buried together. Its massive Soul Body scattered like dust, and the last thread of lifeblood flowed into the body of the Soul of Evil.

No one had expected the Soul of Evil to be able to pick up the saber of humanity, nor had they anticipated the Old Ghost’s resoluteness.

The aged arm holding the hilt of the saber was slowly vanishing, and the heart which the butterfly treasured the most had been cleaved in two.

After the Old Ghost’s Soul Body dissipated, the Soul of Evil, which had possessed the soul of the Old Ghost’s grandson, was still inferior to Han Fei in physical condition.

Wielding the saber and stepping back, for the current Soul of Evil, this saber held a new meaning—it must be preserved at all costs.

The Big Evil inside the butterfly’s chest narrowly escaped disaster, completely captivated by the heart, it hardly cared about what was happening outside.

When it saw the heart shatter, it decisively bit into the largest piece, then started to flee out of the butterfly’s chest.

The surrounding Hatred and Grudge attacking the butterfly wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Whether the butterfly could be killed or not depended on these next few seconds.

The sin-stained web trapped the butterfly at the closet’s entrance, its most gorgeous and resplendent wings torn to shreds, oozing nightmare pus and blood.

The butterfly’s body was shattering bit by bit, its handsome face covered in corpse spots and Death Omens.

Driven into a corner, the butterfly continuously covered its cracking chest, desperate to pick up its sharded heart. Even its family members imprisoned within its heart were scrambling to flee.

"They never considered you part of the family, but that’s no reason for you to harm so many," the Spider spoke as its blood-colored silk pierced the butterfly’s body. "Repent for all the sins you’ve committed!"

"Repent?," the butterfly’s ghastly pale hand covered its chest, the cracks spreading to the back of its hand. "You miserable worms living in nightmares, do you really think you can kill me?"

The handsome face revealed a hysterical smile, and the butterfly fiercely stabbed its arm into its own heart as its chest and the door of cabinet 4444 exploded simultaneously.

From birth, the butterfly had grown accustomed to that wardrobe, the dilapidated closet hid all the nightmares it had ever had.

Cabinet 4444 was a perfectly matching E-rank Curse Item with the butterfly. When the butterfly detonated its body, the closet behind it also shattered into pieces.

For the first time, the people of the Deep World saw the scene inside room 4444; the passageway deep in the nightmare connected to countless human consciousnesses. With Han Fei’s current understanding, it was still impossible to grasp the connection between human consciousness generated nightmares and the Deep World.

His limbs piercing by chains, he was ready for death. To his surprise, the hatefulness that exploded with the butterfly intentionally avoided him.

The butterfly would not be so kind. There was only one reason for its actions—it wanted to complete the Soul-returning Ceremony with whatever time it had left.

As its original body was caught in the web, it had only this chance to escape.

Before Han Fei could even warn the others, a deep black butterfly emerged from amidst intense hatred.

A deep and well-hidden consciousness within the butterfly, carrying astonishing despair, burrowed into Han Fei’s brain sea.

The butterfly had separated Han Fei’s good and evil and his past for this very moment.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. As the butterfly’s body burst open, that hidden consciousness drilled into Han Fei’s brain.

This consciousness, hidden among countless Black Butterflies in the night, was not strong, but exceedingly stealthy.

If all went smoothly, it could complete the Soul-returning Ceremony without a trace and swap souls with Han Fei!

By taking over everything that was Han Fei, the butterfly would not be considered dead; it would be reborn in Han Fei’s soul.

The butterfly wanted to seize Han Fei’s consciousness and control his body, yet as soon as it harbored this intent—before it could even act—Han Fei’s brain sea was stained with blood, and the Blood-colored Orphanage, oozing with blood, emerged in his mind, with Han Fei’s Kuangxiao staring eagerly at the butterfly, as if anticipating its arrival.

The butterfly was now cornered, and it crashed into the Blood-colored Orphanage deep within Han Fei’s brain sea.

Black hatred and red memories collided, the mind full of hysterical laughter.

With the butterfly’s all-in attack, memories related to the Orphanage surfaced in Han Fei’s mind. The memories seemed normal, but the images were all in blood red.

The children played in the red rooms, ate red meals in the red canteen, and no one noticed anything amiss.

These memories were like falling leaves from the Blood-colored Orphanage. As Han Fei recalled them, his consciousness became hazy as if he had been living in a nightmare all along, a nightmare that would never end.

The Black Butterfly wanted to contaminate Han Fei’s brain sea, but as soon as it made a significant sacrifice to enter the Blood-colored Orphanage, the original black butterfly gradually assimilated into red.

Flapping its wings in an attempt to kill the laughing Han Fei, its massive body shrank slowly within the Orphanage until, by the time it reached Kuangxiao Han Fei, it had become an ordinary black butterfly.

Extending his hands, Han Fei laughed madly, almost pathologically.

He tore the body of the black butterfly apart bit by bit with his hands and then fed it to the blood-red ants on the ground.

The hundred ants gnawed at the heart, and the black butterfly experienced pain it had never felt before, while Han Fei silently watched it being nibbled away by the ants.

The concealed consciousness of the butterfly caused the locks of the Blood-colored Orphanage to loosen a great deal, and Han Fei recalled more and more blood-red memories, but these memories were normal, with nothing peculiar about them apart from being dyed in blood.

As his mind regained its calm, Han Fei took control of his body again, he struggled to open his eyes and saw the shattered Room 4444.

Every nightmare that the butterfly had ever had was etched into the walls, and as the consciousness of the butterfly dissipated, the narrow passage connected to the Deep World and nightmares twisted and broke, the sacrificial offerings trapped inside were on the verge of having their souls scatter, including Feng Ziyu.

With his own safety in jeopardy, Han Fei simply couldn’t save that many, grabbing hold of Feng Ziyu was already his limit.

Spider webs entwined around them, and the spider pulled Han Fei and Feng Ziyu out of the cabinet door.

After the two left, the terrifyinE-grade cursed item, the 4444 wardrobe, completely collapsed, and all the nightmares associated with the butterfly were buried in the past.

Lying on the withering blood vessels, Han Fei looked around.

The clock in the ruins just hit 4:44, Little Eight and Zhuang Wen were still fiercely attacking the shell of the butterfly and everything that was left of it, the surviving owners of the building came out of their rooms, some sought to take the opportunity to flee the Death Building, some stood on the edge of the ruins full of awe, while others were unable to suppress their hatred for the butterfly, they surrounded the child Han Fei had brought up from below, the Madman from Room 1144, and the Oiran Security Guard in the center.

The Madman and the Oiran were the butterfly’s spare bodies, while the child was a soul split of the butterfly, responsible for watching the shrine underground, the form the butterfly dreamt to be.

As the consciousness of the butterfly faded away, the exceedingly well-behaved and adorable child turned into a deformed monster, revealing its true form.

Staring at the monster on the ground, Han Fei had not a shred of sympathy, he had seen with his own eyes the child kill the other children in the cabinet, robbing them of their appearances and futures.

No one is qualified to forgive the assailant on behalf of the victims.

To ensure the butterfly was thoroughly killed, all the main owners of the Death Building voluntarily searched every corner.

The people from Happiness Residential Community were trying to figure out how to calm down Little Eight, while Xu Qin came to Han Fei’s side, taking out a prepared box, "Do you need me to feed you?"

Without waiting for Han Fei to respond, a male student rushed over. He had just climbed out from below, carrying Yinghuo and holding Laisheng, his eyes filled with concern.

"You’re the group administrator, don’t let anything else happen."

When the male student brought Yinghuo and Laisheng to Han Fei’s side, not far away, the Soul of Evil holding the Rebirth Saber also looked towards Han Fei.

The few of them, as if by mental connection, all knew what the others were thinking, but not one spoke.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei knew that things that had to be faced would always come to pass, he sat up straight with Xu Qin’s support.

"My soul has occupied your bodies, is there anything you need me to do? I’ll help you complete it." Han Fei was addressing the people who had been summoned by the soul-summoning.

"I, I still want to see my dad and mom..." Laisheng was the first to speak up; he was just a child, only thinking of being with his parents.

"They’re already here." Han Fei gestured for Laisheng to look behind him, where, after the butterfly consciousness dissipated, the restraints on the Soul Chaser also vanished. Laisheng’s parents, though not entirely back to normal yet, were driven by instinct to find Laisheng as soon as they could.

Perhaps for fear of frightening their child, they stood far away in the shadows, guarding Laisheng’s back.

"Go and tell them properly, pass on your longing to them," said Han Fei, and then he turned to Yinghuo, a tall and thin man tender-hearted enough to hurt: "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"From now on, you are the new admin in that group chat. Don’t worry about me; I want to try to keep living, taking your part along with mine." Yinghuo’s own consciousness was slowly awakening, and his kindness, like Han Fei’s, was exceptionally gentle and delicate.

After being summoned to the Deep World, Yinghuo was greatly impacted; he might become the second person healed by this game.

Last of all, Han Fei looked towards the Soul of Evil, who also had been keeping his gaze on him.

Before Han Fei could speak, the Soul of Evil, with his blood-stained eyes exuding a sinister air and madness deep in his bones, had already walked over with the Rebirth Saber in hand: "I always thought you were my Soul of Evil, but now it seems I was mistaken."

"I didn’t expect either, that the person I saw in the butterfly nightmare would be you." Han Fei had seen the Gate God and knew that after a soul split, the split-off soul could develop its own will. But he forgot one thing: souls differ from person to person. What kind of person someone is, their soul is the same; some things are hard to change.

"It’s not important who I saw; the important thing is that until just now, I still thought I was a good person, one who could save the world." The Soul of Evil raised his arm and extended the Rebirth Saber towards Han Fei, then placed the hilt in Han Fei’s palm: "I need you to do me a favor."

"What favor?"

"I have taken over the consciousness of a little brat, and his deepest wish is to see his family again. But now his family has entered this saber, and I can’t control the saber freely, so I want you to release them, let them have a reunion." The Soul of Evil let go of his grip, apparently untroubled.

"No problem."

Seeing that Han Fei agreed, the Soul of Evil’s blood-red lips curled into a smile, and he willingly suppressed his own consciousness, forcing the Old Ghost’s grandson’s consciousness to surface.

When the Soul of Evil opened his eyes again, his features had started to change; the malevolence in his eyes was gone, leaving only terror, unease, and a trace of longing.

"Rebirth!"

The gleaming blade lit up once more, and those accompanying Han Fei slowly appeared, including the entire family of the Old Ghost.

Watching the figures standing behind Han Fei, the Old Ghost’s grandson immediately burst into tears, rushing toward the intangible shadows, and stood among his family.

Death is a one-way train that does not turn back. On the platform at the final stop stand the departing loved ones, waving through the train windows, bidding farewell with smiles on their faces.