My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 422: Meeting the Conditions for Shrine Upgrade

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Meeting the Conditions for Shrine Upgrade

Tonight’s encounter seemed to have cast a slight psychological shadow on Bai Xian. He didn’t touch his phone at all, feeling that he might even change his number directly in the future to avoid contact with Han Fei.

"You know, that looks like a limited edition Deep Space Technology phone you’ve got there. What a pity to lose it. It’s just taken a murder video, right? Why don’t you just avoid thinking about it?" Han Fei didn’t quite understand Bai Xian. If he had a new Deep Space Technology phone, he wouldn’t care if it had taken a murder video or even if a ghost had stolen it—he would figure out a way to get it back.

"No need." Bai Xian saw Han Fei holding his phone and coming closer and stepped back again. Then, as if he saw something, his face turned even paler, "Why did you bring those white shoes out too?"

"Are you talking about this?" Han Fei lifted the "Murderer"’s coat, which wrapped around a pair of white shoes. "I thought I might study this thing a bit."

"Study? Good heavens, I’ve seen actors taking props from the set, but I’ve never seen an actor taking evidence from a crime scene! You should leave it with the police for safekeeping!" Bai Xian’s scalp tingled, feeling as a senior and big brother, he had reason to stop Han Fei from courting disaster.

In the end, the police took the white shoes away as part of the evidence for safekeeping.

At this point, the matter with Han Fei and Bai Xian had come to an end. While they passed through the corridor illuminated by the police’s bright lights, they saw that security guard again.

He was still squatting in the corner, wearing an ill-fitting uniform, with a face full of helplessness.

"This guy was screwed over by his own brother, just his bad luck." Han Fei was about to go over and get the security guard’s contact details. He was worried that the white shoes would also find their way to the security guard, intending to talk in private.

But before he could approach, the security guard foolishly stood up and stared at Bai Xian behind Han Fei, pointing at him and saying, "You look a lot like a male star I really like, his name is Bai Xian."

The corridor was originally very dim, and under those conditions, the security guard had not focused on Bai Xian’s face. Now he realized something was off.

"You’ve got the wrong person." Bai Xian sped up his steps and rushed out like flying, "My name is Black Shade."

After leaving the sanatorium, the two got back into the car.

Bai Xian looked at Han Fei, who sat naturally in the passenger seat, with a wry smile on his face, "Being a hero really isn’t for everyone. I’m better off sticking to acting. Now I think I understand why you look down on those people in the Golden Hall, we’re just not cut from the same cloth. They can’t catch your eye."

Caught up in the world of fame and fortune, it seemed as if everyone around him was encapsulated in bubbles, floating in the air, dazzling to behold, but this was not something one should truly chase after.

Bai Xian felt a profound sense of reflection. This night seemed to have let him understand some life lessons. He was about to pour out his heart once more when Han Fei suddenly placed his phone beside him.

"What’s up?"

"Director Zhang called you twenty times, what do we say?"

"Oh no! I forgot about him!"

The two hurriedly returned a video call to Director Zhang. They intended to film the police cars behind them as proof they weren’t lying, but upon answering, they were directly confronted with Director Zhang’s livid face.

"I’ve been directing for so long, and it’s the first time I’ve had to accept a nomination for an actor. Where are you two now?"

"We’re still in the suburbs; the police have just left."

"Then don’t rush back, the event is almost over. Be careful on the road and take care." Although Director Zhang was quite angry, he also showed understanding, and his words were filled with concern.

In fact, going up and down the stage so many times tonight, he felt both agony and joy—as his own actors received more nominations, the more prestigious he felt. It was like being repeatedly praised at a parent-teacher meeting.

After hanging up, Bai Xian drove Han Fei straight to his doorstep. When he saw that Han Fei was still living in such an old neighborhood, he was startled.

"Han Fei, with all the money you earn, why are you still living here? I suggest you buy your own place in Smart New City sooner rather than later, whether for a more comfortable living or for investment appreciation. It’s necessary," Bai Xian reasoned. "Besides, now that you’re a star living in a neighborhood with almost no security, that’s too unsafe."

"Then you’re underestimating the place I live." Han Fei got out of the car. "Your neighborhoods are guarded by security guards and Smart Brain, but I’m surrounded by the police’s tight security network. As long as Butterfly is not caught, my neighborhood is the safest in Xinhu."

With a professional smile on his face, Han Fei entered the neighborhood he rented.

Watching Han Fei leave, a flicker of envy that he himself hadn’t noticed flashed in Bai Xian’s eyes, "That guy lives so purely. I must have once pursued some things with the same single-mindedness."

Opening the door, Han Fei made it back to his home before midnight. He looked at the clock on the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.

After washing up, eating dinner, and organizing clues, he climbed into the game box just as midnight approached.

"The Plastic Surgery Hospital is also searching for any trace of the Butterfly. I must complete my plan before they determine that the Butterfly’s soul has scattered."

Putting on the game helmet, Han Fei started the game.

A damp sensation spread from all over his body as if it had soaked into his soul. When the city was drenched in red, Han Fei’s consciousness was also flowing with blood.

That blood was not his own; it all flowed out from behind him.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei appeared where he last logged off.

He looked down at his hands, their ghastly white skin unstained by blood.

"What exactly is that blood-red world visible only at the moment of game login? It seems that only those Unspeakable beings are able to see it..."

Hearing Han Fei’s whispers in his room, the living room door was immediately opened, and Ying Yue and Yinglong came in.

"Shop Manager, a large number of ghosts and monsters tangled with the Life Rope have started to appear around the Death Building. They seem to have sensed that the Butterfly’s soul has scattered," said Yinglong with a worried expression. He had finally found a stable environment, but outside, people were continually trying to destroy it all.

"The monsters in the Plastic Surgery Hospital area seem to all have their own Life Ropes. It looks like they can hardly wait any longer." Han Fei glanced at his blood volume; staying unfazed with just a drop of blood left was entirely thanks to his master-level acting skills.

"Give me a moment," said Han Fei, opening his attribute panel to glance over his negative status. When he saw that he had acquired another curse, a flicker of anticipation arose in his heart.

As he continued to look down, with the police continuously capturing murderers related to the Death Building murder case, Han Fei’s Hidden Virtue was slowly increasing, and had now reached one hundred and one.

"Upgrading the shrine also requires a minimum amount of reputation." Han Fei scrolled through his attribute page and discovered that his reputation had surged to ninety-seven.

He had no idea how his neighbors were using the name Han Fei, feeling that everyone had completely unleashed the madness suppressed in their hearts, which gave him an ominous feeling.

"Could it be that if I simply say my name is Han Fei outside, a bunch of Fierce Ghosts with bloodshot eyes will immediately try to kill me?"

Fame can be as dangerous as stoutness is to pigs, but Han Fei had no choice. To upgrade the shrine, he must have reputation; this was also the most basic step in becoming an Unspeakable.

"Other Unspeakables each have a name known to all, but dared not speak... I think I understand why the system does not recommend players building their own shrine before level thirty."

A player not even at level twenty, yet his name known by countless Grudges.

Just the thought of a host of Fierce Ghosts muttering and cursing his name at night sent shivers down Han Fei’s spine.

"I never expected to become famous in the Underworld so quickly. I must gather my neighbors quickly; they’ve caused too much commotion! If it keeps going at this rate, my reputation will soar towards two hundred, especially Big Evil; I must bring him back!"

Leaving the room with Ying Yue and Yinglong, Han Fei planned to go to Ancestral Hall Street that very night to directly upgrade the shrine as soon as his reputation reached one hundred.

Gathering the Death Building Owners, Han Fei personally met with the Building-jumping Ghost. Taking advantage of her slight moment of clarity, he invited her to join him at Ancestral Hall Street.

With this woman, whose Transformation of Hatred had failed, by his side, Han Fei didn’t feel as panicky.

He completed a Grade-G mission along the way. Han Fei had nearly finished all the tasks in the Death Building Area alone, yet he had not even reached level twenty.

Arriving at Ancestral Hall Street, Han Fei entered the central Ancestral Hall alone. The Death Building Owners stood guard outside, all waiting for Han Fei to illuminate the shrine.