My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 405: Han Fei’s Layout

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Han Fei’s Layout

"Now, the Deep World and the Shallow World are completely disconnected, is this reasonable? Is it right?"

After the butterfly consciousness dissipated, the Nightmare Passage shattered, the closet in the Death Building vaguely became a hub connecting the Deep World with the outside.

As the game progresses, there might emerge more and more hubs like the Death Building, the Deep World seemed as if, under the meddling of some force, had its seals unlocked, and is slowly surfacing from the deep sea, gradually blending with the outside world.

"The previous owner of the Black Box was Fu Sheng, he chose complete destruction, which resulted in the Deep World being entirely sealed in the night, where all the grudges and monsters could only immerse themselves in despair."

"Now that Fu Sheng has been beaten to nothing but Memory Fragments, his original plan must have failed, and certain things from the Deep World, having lost their restraints, are very likely to stretch their tentacles outwards. The butterfly was just the beginning, or perhaps just a minor probe."

Without long-term concerns, there are immediate worries; Han Fei was always thinking non-stop.

He lacked the ability to stop the most terrifying things in the Deep World; all he could do was to go with the times, and then try to bring about change in his own way.

"Integration might not be entirely a bad thing, too much pain and despair are suppressed in the Deep World, simply cordoning off and sealing it might breed a monster more horrific than anyone could imagine."

Han Fei had seen Fu Sheng’s Memory Fragments; it seemed that neither extreme destruction nor redemption was the answer.

Now he must find a completely new path, whether for the sake of his neighbors or for himself.

After sending off Zheng Haicheng, Han Fei truly felt the pressure on himself.

If it were not for his fortuitous control over the Death Building, Zheng Haicheng’s misadventure would have ended miserably.

And with the Deep World beginning to change incessantly, more people might accidentally enter it due to various incidents, Han Fei had to be ready to play his role as the gatekeeper.

He felt indeed like a security guard, only that he was not guarding the Death Building, but the Ghost Gate Pass.

"I’m still too weak. If I had strength like that of the Old Ghost, many problems would no longer be problems."

After witnessing the frenzy of the Soul of Evil, Han Fei too longed for that power.

He opened the Attribute Panel and used all his saved Skill Points on various Active Skills, directly upgrading all Active Skills to Master level.

In the Shallow World, it’s very difficult to gain Skill Points, but the Deep World is filled with hidden tasks, with no one to compete with Han Fei, leading to his accumulation of a massive amount of Skill Points. It felt like playing on a private server, except this server’s owner was a ghost.

To advance Master-level Skills further, he needed to complete specific tasks, and now with only a drop of blood, Han Fei did not dare to rashly take on such uncertain tasks. For him at the moment, Master-level was already sufficient.

Flipping through the Attribute Panel, Han Fei saw his two Talents.

Soul-returning Talent was of an unknown level, only usable once a night; after breaking through Yimin Private Academy, the Soul-summoning Talent was successfully upgraded to F level, now usable twice a night.

Thinking it wasteful not to use it, Han Fei used the Soul-summoning twice in his room.

The first Soul-summoning attempt was on Mingmei’s father, which unfortunately failed; the killer who murdered Ying Yue apparently did not use the psychological Auxiliary Treatment Device from Deep Space Technology.

Han Fei’s second Soul-summoning target was Mingmei’s mother; she was the biological sister of Ying Yue’s father, who, despite being blood-related, tortured Ying Yue like a beast.

After uttering the name of Mingmei’s mother, a reaction quickly arose from the Blood Sea in front of Han Fei; a small wave revealed a black bug wriggling desperately underneath, which was ultimately swallowed in one gulp by a Ghost Face.

"Did it work?"

The Attribute Panel returned to normal, the Ghost Gate closed, and in the corner of the room appeared a mad woman, whose eyes briefly showed sanity before madness took over again.

At the moment of successful Soul-summoning, the woman revealed her hidden thoughts. She had not truly lost her mind and still held onto a sliver of lucidity.

"So, you haven’t gone mad, eh?" Han Fei watched the woman with glee, "Don’t be afraid, I won’t let you die that easily."

Perhaps it was because he had played too many villain roles, or perhaps he was tainted by the atmosphere of the Deep World, but when Han Fei displayed what he considered a beautiful smile, the entire room began to take on an eerie vibe.

"You must miss your daughter too, don’t you? I’ll take you to see her." Han Fei walked towards Mingmei’s mother and grabbed her arm.

The woman tried to dodge, but her strength was too inferior to Han Fei’s, so she could only feign insanity and howl pointlessly at him.

"Believe me, your daughter is really here." Han Fei dragged the woman out of the room and into the corridor where everyone from Happiness Residental Community was.

Being stared at by the various neighbors, all emanating Dark Energy, the woman who was pretending to be mad cried out in fear and began to plead for Han Fei to let go of her.

"Do pleas work? Once upon a time, a little girl pleaded like that too, but you split her up and stuffed her into toys. You knew she was allergic to plush toys, yet you specifically chose a plush doll to hide her body."

Han Fei’s tone could no longer be described as cold; he fused perfectly with the neighbors in the corridor.

"Look, your daughter is right there, waiting for you." Han Fei pointed to the end of the corridor, where a little girl playing with a doll slowly lifted her head.

The voids of her eye sockets held no eyes, and the doll in her hands bore a striking resemblance to Mingmei.

"Ying Yue!" The woman desperately backed away, but at that moment, all the neighbors from Happiness Residental Community surrounded her.

"Go reunite with your daughter. She has been waiting for you for a long time."

"She’s not my daughter! She’s a ghost!" The woman pointed at Ying Yue and screamed hysterically as she struggled.

Watching her fall apart, Han Fei shook his head, "Do you think you deserve to be related to Ying Yue? Your daughter is that doll, the one that constantly cries."

Han Fei handed Mingmei’s mother over to Ying Yue. The temperature in the corridor dropped, and black eyeballs opened on the walls, all staring at Mingmei’s mother.

Dragging the doll made from Mingmei, Ying Yue stepped closer to Mingmei’s mother, grabbed her hair, and dragged her into the darkness deeper down the corridor.

"Attention Player 0000! Ying Yue’s goodwill increased by thirty! Your friendship has now advanced to a new stage! Ying Yue has started to consider you as one of her own family."

"Family, like with Wei Youfu and the rest?" Han Fei looked up into the distance, not expecting that the surrounding neighbors were also watching him.

Everyone knew what had happened to Ying Yue and felt sorry for the blind little girl, but they couldn’t help her.

But now, Han Fei had appeared, the weakest among them, yet always brought miracles.

The wish and obsession of Ying Yue were about to be fulfilled by Han Fei, and everyone saw it.

In terms of strength, Han Fei was far inferior to the previous Building Chief, but even if the former Building Chief were to be revived, they would still stand firmly with Han Fei, because the former Building Chief never helped them like this.

The former Building Chief’s treatment was more about forceful Sealing and forgetting, while Han Fei truly entered the hearts of the Ghosts and Monsters, wholeheartedly helping them.

The system broadcasted several more alerts successively, as word spread among the Death Building Owners about how Han Fei helped Ying Yue fulfill her lingering desire, leading everyone to instinctively gather around him.

"My abilities are limited right now, and I can only help a few of you, but in the future, I will make sure all of you have no more regrets," he said.

Seizing the opportunity, Han Fei quickly increased his goodwill. By the time Ying Yue returned, she had another doll in her hands.

Silently walking over to Han Fei, Ying Yue seemed reluctant to leave again.

She clutched the corner of Han Fei’s clothes, wanting to exert all her strength to enhance his Ghost Pattern once more, but this time Han Fei rejected her offer.

"Wait until you’re strong enough to easily enhance the Ghost Pattern, then help me strengthen it," he said. Last time at the pet shop, it was already extremely difficult for Ying Yue to cram Nine-life into the Ghost Pattern. To enhance Han Fei’s Ghost Pattern with her current strength would cause her immense harm.

Han Fei was considering Ying Yue’s well-being. From the moment she had been harmed until now, it was the first time someone had shown her such care.

Withdrawing her tiny hand, Ying Yue stepped back to Han Fei’s side, seemingly wanting to stay close to protect him no matter what.

After losing her family, Ying Yue now valued her loved ones more than anyone else did; she would never allow any harm to come to them again.

A "little tail" had formed behind Han Fei, and as long as he did not send her away, Ying Yue would silently stand near him.

"Every time you help someone else, it feels like you’re helping me," a voice came from the mirror, where the Mirror God was sprawled inside, "Don’t forget our previous agreement, I need a Wandering Soul for a body! If that’s not possible, then Huang Ying will do."

"He’s my brother, reserved by me, Li Zai," the Mirror God said, "you’d better find someone else. Strange, last time I secretly consumed the last bit of his luck, but now he seems to have gained new luck. Next time I must consume it again." Han Fei hadn’t said anything when the tall and thin Fierce Ghost, Li Zai, spoke up, and it was clear that Huang Ying was popular in the Underworld too.

The group was noisy and boisterous; such a simple scene seemed almost unrealistically beautiful in the Deep World. The Death Building’s Owners were quite astonished—could their ghostly neighbors really be like this?

A good system doesn’t need to force people to change; they will learn on their own and gradually transform.

Han Fei was about to take advantage of the situation to say more when suddenly, a huge bang came from the fourth floor, and they all quickly ran towards it.

The door of room 4044 had been slammed against the wall, the floor littered with broken black shells and black bloodstains. As everyone looked inside, a black shadow, like a bolt of lightning, hurtled toward Han Fei.

Xu Qin and Ying Yue both made their moves but were dodged by the figure; only Han Fei, who was covered in blood, had the first instinct to log off, but sadly he had not completed his tasks and couldn’t exit the game.

"Am I going to die?"

The shadow emitted a dense Death Intent and ominous aura, finally stopping mere centimeters from Han Fei.

"Big Evil?"

The significantly transformed Big Evil resembled a cat that smelled fish but couldn’t reach the dried fish, circling restlessly around Han Fei.

It could clearly sense that Han Fei was only a hair’s breadth away from death, which was incredibly tempting!

Big Evil was so agitated it was jumping up and down, and Han Fei was also frightened.

After surviving through great difficulties, to die at the hands of his own pet would be the ultimate irony.

"Once my blood volume is restored, I’ll play with you," Han Fei said, his voice trembling as he took a few steps back to observe Big Evil from a distance.

After a few days, Big Evil finally devoured half of the heart in the Butterfly Shrine and underwent a transformation as it molted its shell.

Now, it exuded a dangerous and mysterious aura, radiating a special charm.

Han Fei didn’t dare to touch Big Evil, so he had no idea how much its attributes had increased, but just from the way it easily dodged Xu Qin and Ying Yue’s attempts to stop it, it was clear that the little monster had become much more powerful than before.

"You dare to eat the stuff from the shrine, you’re a real tiger," Han Fei said.

When Han Fei remained silent, things were fine, but the moment he spoke, Big Evil would immediately run over, impossible to get rid of, and was particularly "clingy."

"I don’t think anyone’s pet dog is as affectionate towards people as you are."

A single drop of blood was indeed too inconvenient, so Han Fei decided to start his plan ahead of schedule. He gathered all the trustworthy building owners and neighbors around him and shared his crazy idea.

"The previous Building Chief of Happiness Residential Community left behind a map, which I have committed to memory, along with all the roads around the Death Building and its surrounding areas. I am now sharing this data, bought with the blood of countless people, with all of you," Han Fei said as he dipped in the bloodstain on the ground and sketched on the wall: "To the east of the Death Building, in the direction of Ancestral Hall Street, lies the territory of a Plastic Surgery Hospital. That area is the most dangerous, with the Plastic Surgery Hospital itself being the main threat. If you continue eastward, there is a very eerie amusement park, and the mannequins on the ninth floor of Happiness Residential Community come from there."

Han Fei pointed to the least noticeable corner of the crowd, where stood a mannequin wearing a strange mask.

It once tried to challenge the former Building Chief, Fu Sheng, but was trapped by Fu Sheng on the ninth floor.

"I need you to pretend to be people from the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area under the name Han Fei, and create a major commotion in the Paradise Area," Han Fei said. He urgently needed more reputation as he had always kept a low profile. The people who knew about him had either become friends or had been dealt with cleanly. However, this also meant his reputation was low.

"From now on, all of you will carry the name Han Fei. We’ll use this name as a symbol, a burning torch, to have this name known by as many people as possible." Han Fei decided not to hide himself deliberately anymore.

There are no unspeakable things in this world by nature. When a name becomes known to all yet no one dares to speak it, it becomes unspeakable.

As for what kind of ghost and monster that specifically refers to, Han Fei was not very clear at the moment, but he was ready to become that kind of "ghost."

"The former Building Chief’s map shows a relatively safe route. You all will edge along these areas and, once inside the amusement park, our plan will already be half successful," Han Fei stated.

The Death Building Area now lacked any complete hatred. If the hatred from the Plastic Surgery Hospital emerged, everyone would be doomed.

Rather than waiting for others to take action, it was better to strike first; this was Han Fei’s style.

"The Life Rope Fragments left on Ancestral Hall Street just so happen to be useful, but I need to discuss the details of the plan with the Mirror God," Han Fei noted.

Han Fei kept a tight lid on secrecy. In the Death Building Area, anyone who knew the name Han Fei either became a friend or had their soul scattered to the winds; there was no third outcome.

Therefore, people from other areas had no clue that the new master of the Death Building was Han Fei, and the hatred in the Plastic Surgery Hospital was mysterious, with no one knowing its secrets.

Taking both factors into account, Han Fei decided to package himself as the most mysterious hatred in the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

"My pet dares even to eat from the shrine, and the Unspeakable cries upon seeing me several times. Someone as terrifying as me should be more than adequate to play the role of hatred," Han Fei mused.

Executing the plan would certainly meet many difficulties, but Han Fei had no better option at the moment.

He carefully selected people who were about to set out, repeatedly instructing them on things to be mindful of, and kept emphasizing the importance of mentioning his own name.

In the Deep World, even hatred didn’t dare to easily reveal its real name, but Han Fei boldly suggested everyone act under his name, warming everyone’s hearts.