My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 401: Please Consider Carefully!

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: Please Consider Carefully!

"Mission requirement: Explore Ancestral Hall Street and restore the shrines of Ancestral Hall Street."

"Mission hint: Not everything that resides in the shrines is divine."

"Attention! This is a time-limited mission, please complete it within three hours!"

The system notification sounded very sudden, and after Han Fei carefully read the mission information, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, "Restore the shrine? With what shall I restore it?"

He came here for a big task and hadn’t paid much attention to Ancestral Hall Street itself, but due to this F-level mission, he now changed his mind.

All tasks related to the shrines must be treated with caution.

According to the information now in hand, the shrines are the path to the unspeakable, and one must be cautious with every shrine.

"It’s also a timed mission, I only have three hours."

Han Fei, holding the Spiritual Altar, directly entered Ancestral Hall Street, and he could clearly sense that this street was different from other places.

There were no signs of any ghosts and monsters, nor could he smell the foul stench and bloody scent emitted by grudges; instead, the air was filled with a faint whiff of smoke.

Looking into the distance, Ancestral Hall Street wasn’t long; one could see its end at a glance. Doors and windows on both sides of the street were sealed shut with bricks, and the walls were covered in strange symbols.

"Can you sense any anomalies?" Han Fei communicated with his neighbors in the Spiritual Altar, but even Cry, who was very sensitive to despair and negative emotions, did not notice any issues.

"Gesheng has been severely injured, if I were him, I would definitely conceal my presence now, hide in the shadows, and then find the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to me. Capture the leader first; after my death, the people of Death Building and Happiness Residental Community would be divided."

His mind raced. Though Han Fei’s expression showed no change, his attention never left the Game Exit Key.

"Gesheng was already gravely injured before entering the Death Building, and was damaged further when it attacked the Butterfly. Now, its strength is probably less than ten percent of its original."

Various tactics and countermeasures continuously emerged in his mind, and before he knew it, Han Fei had already reached deep into Ancestral Hall Street.

When he arrived at the very center of Ancestral Hall Street, not only he but also all the Fierce Ghosts including Zhuang Wen halted their steps.

At the center of Ancestral Hall Street stood the oldest ancestral hall, and a desolate and eerie song was emanating from within.

"Gesheng is inside there!"

At a few meters distance, everyone already felt that pressure.

Their bodies instinctively resisted; even before seeing a shadow, their legs unconsciously wanted to back away.

The neighbors from Happiness Residental Community emerged from the Spiritual Altar and stood in front of Han Fei.

When they faced Gesheng at the Security Company, Han Fei had lured Gesheng into the Death Building alone to buy time for everyone else to flee.

Facing Gesheng again, the neighbors from Happiness Residental Community would never let such a thing happen again.

"Something seems off."

In the past, just hearing Gesheng would make all grudges and regrets hide and avoid, but now it was different.

Together, they moved toward the most central building on Ancestral Hall Street, which was significantly older and had a unique architectural style, resembling an ancient house from a century ago.

"It seems something else was here before us," Yinglong suddenly spoke from behind the Mirror God at the ancestral hall’s entrance: "There’s a residual scent at the entrance that I particularly dislike, though faint, I’m sure that someone from other areas has been here."

"What’s that?" Yinglong spotted a few red thin lines at the portal of the ancestral hall. He reached out to touch them, and instantly, these thin lines turned into foul-smelling blood.

"Stay away from that rope," the Mirror God spoke again. "The Death Building Area is riddled with Death Curses, and this area’s most common are various curses, unlike the Death Building, like these ropes that turn into blood. They’re called Life Ropes, used to tie around the ankles of the deceased. I’ve heard from the previous Building Chief that in other areas, hatred has controlled many grudges’ destinies through Life Ropes, turning them all into toys and puppets."

"Butterfly had just died, and something is already unable to restrain itself?" Han Fei took out the Rebirth Saber and slashed at the blood on the ground. A scream echoed from the Blood Pearl, and then it turned into black smoke and disappeared.

"Legend has it that Life Ropes are connected to one’s destiny, and your saber seems capable of severing even fates tainted with malice," Mirror God was quite surprised, seeing such a scene for the first time.

"Since it could be shattered by the Rebirth Saber, that indicates that the other party is utterly wicked, filled with evil thoughts, and we must make plans early," Han Fei gestured for everyone to continue moving forward. "Having just killed the Butterfly, and now with something else trying to come in, truly one cannot relax for a moment in the Deep World."

Pushing open the door of the ancestral hall at the center of the street, the interior was filled with blood-stained Red Ropes, each rope entwined with white and black Talisman Paper.

Swinging the saber to cut through the Red Ropes, deep within the ancestral hall stood a black coffin, at the end of which was an altar table with a broken shrine placed upon it.

"The shrine from the top floor of Death Building was brought here by Gesheng?"

Han Fei and the Death Building Owners immediately recognized the shrine when the butterflies triggered something hidden within it, launching a full assault on the song.

The song endured the attack and subsequently left with the shrine and an old man’s head.

Seeing the damaged shrine, everyone tensed up, fully on guard; they then slowly shifted their attention to the black coffin, the only place in the Ancestral Hall that could hide a person.

Several grudges approached at once, and under the guidance of the Mirror God, they opened the coffin lid.

Inside the black coffin was a music box, from which the mournful soul-summoning song emitted.

No one dared to act rashly, and eventually, Xu Qin removed the music box from the black coffin.

The music box looked very ordinary, except for two sentences written underneath it.

The first sentence Han Fei had seen in reality—"I hope everyone in the world listens to your song and that you can touch their heartstrings, bringing them emotion and happiness."

The second sentence, in handwriting completely different from the first, was filled with twisted and crazed murderous intent. Just seeing the distorted font conveyed the writer’s anger and pain—"God only blesses those who are useful to Him."

"If the song really is one of Fu Sheng’s three children, then the first sentence must have been left for the song by Fu Sheng, and the second sentence is likely written by the song for Fu Sheng," Han Fei could tell that something had happened between the song and Fu Sheng.

"All the god statues on Ancestral Hall Street have their faces damaged, and all supposed places for the names of those memorialized are smeared off, as if the people memorialized in the Ancestral Hall have an unspeakable name."

"Among all the people I know, the only one who fits this condition is the former Building Chief Fu Sheng. He chose the path of destroying the Deep World, destined to be opposed by all of the Unspeakable in the Deep World, and considering the outcome, his memory was shattered, his name has probably also become a taboo."

"After obtaining the shrine and the old man’s head, the song came directly to Ancestral Hall Street and even placed the shrine here. Could it be that Ancestral Hall Street was originally built to memorialize Fu Sheng? If he had not been beaten until his memory was broken, this street would probably have been filled with his statues."

Fu Sheng’s path had failed, and now his name was such that nobody dared to mention it; even his statues had their faces destroyed.

The only ones who still clearly remember him, aside from Han Fei, are likely just the song itself.

"For Fu Sheng, destroying the Deep World was the ultimate goal. Although the song is his child, in the face of the ultimate goal, it’s very likely to be forsaken."

The song is an Unspeakable entity. What kind of severe trauma has it suffered to end up in such a state?

Han Fei still had many doubts, but those doubts still had no one to answer them.

Before his arrival, the song had dropped the shrine and left with the old man’s head.

Logically, to have pushed an Unspeakable entity to this extent would indeed be something Han Fei should be proud of, but he couldn’t feel happy at all.

The Life Ropes outside the Ancestral Hall indicated that, besides him, other people were also targeting the song.

"When I logged into the game, I saw the song squatting in Ancestral Hall Street with a human head. Was he deliberately waiting for me? Trying to draw me over?"

Han Fei’s impression of the song was always powerful, insane, and bloodthirsty, but after the song took away the old man’s head, it seemed to have changed from before, as if it had regained a bit of its sanity."

"What exactly does it want to do?"

Looking at the shrine on the altar, Han Fei approached it bit by bit, feeling something drawing him closer.

"The shrine is pressed on the altar as if it originally belonged there..."

"Be careful. Do not touch the shrine rashly."

The Mirror God reminded from behind, but Han Fei still grabbed the black cloth on the shrine and lifted it.

At that moment, Han Fei stood alone in front of the shrine, looking inside.

The damaged shrine had been repaired, only the god statue inside had no face.

And just then, Han Fei’s eyes seemed to start bleeding, and he heard a faint Kuangxiao echo in his ears.

When his vision returned to normal, the face of the god statue in the shrine was slowly beginning to look like Han Fei!

"Player ID 0000, please note! Building your own shrine presents great risks! Please consider carefully!"

"Warning! The death rate for players who build a shrine before level thirty is one hundred percent! Please consider carefully!"

Hearing the constant frantic warnings of the system, Han Fei panicked; he had merely lifted the cloth on the shrine and done nothing else.