My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 425: He Will Start a Catastrophe

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: He Will Start a Catastrophe

The corners of the gaunt man’s torn mouth curved upwards as he licked the threads sewn across his lips with the tip of his tongue, his pupils reflecting Zhuang Wen’s dismembered body.

"Even a rejected failure can harbor such intense grudge?" his smile grew thicker. "It seems my luck is really good today; it’s rare to come across such a unique item usually."

Stepping forward, the man’s body vanished into thin air, only to reappear at the mouth of the alley the next moment, dragging behind him a black afterimage, every face on his body emitting a piercing cry.

"This alley leads to the Outer City District, have you been to the edge of the night? Or perhaps you’re someone who escaped from the very end of the darkness?" The gaunt man’s hands had grown new fingers, each one dissimilar, as if they were cut from different people, one of which bore a pattern identical to that on the Mirror God.

In the pitch-black alley, the gaunt man stood about a dozen meters from the Building-jumping Ghost, Zhuang Wen.

Black fire stealthily flowed across the man’s body, leaving shallow red lines wherever the flames scorched.

Those faces on his body were linked by blood-red lines, as if they had been re-carved with a knife, a blur of blood and flesh, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Malice seeped out from deep within the soul, the gaunt man unabashedly scrutinized Zhuang Wen, seeing her already shattered and fragmented, each piece of flesh meticulously jarred.

"You’ll definitely fetch a good price."

Stimulated by the thick malice, Zhuang Wen’s sanity rapidly diminished, the black fire in her eyes burning uncontrollably, granting her a power comparable to hatred, yet also consuming all her sanity and humanity.

"Yes, just like that, let me see if you’re worthy to be displayed on the top tier for selection." The threads sewn on the gaunt man’s lips burst open, and while he prepared to strike Zhuang Wen, he didn’t forget to twist his head to pay attention to the several Blood Shadows that had escaped from the Department Store, "Don’t think of running away; you won’t be able to escape."

The roller shutter of the Department Store rattled, the sinister building casting a massive shadow under the streetlights, enveloping everyone within.

The few who had just escaped from the Department Store felt like they had been swept away by a wave, submerged in the depths of the sea, as their bodies began to be slowly bound by that shadow, making it difficult to even struggle.

"The former owner of the Department Store never discovered the secret of this place," the gaunt man laughed without restraint. "This is no department store, it’s a scale for soul exchange. Your lifetime experiences have added weight to your souls, all your efforts were merely to increase your price at this final moment."

Spreading his arms, bathed in the shadow, the gaunt man’s ten fingers slowly closed in, and within the pitch-black building behind him, ten imprisoned phantoms slowly emerged. It seemed that once dragged into the Department Store, one would never escape for eternity.

The few who had just escaped the Department Store were once again shrouded by the building’s shadow, their bodies uncontrollably moving towards the store’s entrance. This Department Store, situated at the intersection of several areas, was like a vortex that one couldn’t escape once drawn close.

The threads on the gaunt man’s face split open, wounds oozing an indescribable fetor, the stench of a soul rotting.

Faced with such a terrifyingly nauseating hatred, Zhuang Wen could no longer suppress the madness on her face. Stimulated by the malice to the brink of insanity, the hatred deep within her was about to explode.

The thick scent of blood spread through the alley, the black fire of hatred scorching the skin, Zhuang Wen walked towards the gaunt man, both sets of hatred-filled eyes locked firmly on each other.

No Fierce Ghost dared approach, the walls teeming with Blood Silk and cracks, yet in the silence of death, the streetlight at the entrance of the Department Store suddenly flickered, then went dark.

The gaunt man seemed to feel something, his smile slowly solidifying as he turned his gaze toward the street that connected the Department Store and the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area.

In the profound darkness, something seemed to lurk, imperceptible, yet undeniably there.

"Bang!"

A distant window suddenly shattered, scattering glass debris into the fog, which disappeared without a sound, completely vanishing from sight.

"What’s that?"

Approaching from afar, the windows on both sides of the street began to burst one after another, as if they were being shattered from the inside.

An unknown danger, carrying an extremely oppressive force, was rapidly approaching!

The gaunt man’s eyes darted around, the fractured world within his vision obscured by the encroaching fog; he found himself unable to see what was within the mist!

The smile on his face disappeared completely, replaced by an expression utterly different from when he saw Zhuang Wen—serious, surprised, and a tint of deeply hidden unease.

He had never encountered such a situation before; even the deep red of hatred could not hide its form from him.

The entity had blocked all his senses, or perhaps, his eyes were not worthy of seeing it.

What was coming?

The man had seen countless horrifying ghosts and monsters and had endured tortures unimaginable to ordinary people; now, only the unknown could instill fear in him.

The fog surged, appearing harmless, but in the Deep World, the more dangerous a thing was, the more likely it was to don a harmless guise.

Hide? Or confront it before the fog did?

The black fire in the man’s eyes flickered uncertainly as his ten fingers clenched and unclenched. As the fog closed in rapidly, he suddenly tightened his fists!

The department store’s phantom, like an abyss that had ripped open in the earth or a giant beast opening its maw, shattered when the terrifying shadow closed in, yet no force was felt at all—the myriad of ghosts and merchandise imprisoned within the department store couldn’t sense the ghost in the mist and couldn’t lock onto its position!

What kind of power was this?

As the giant maw neared the mist, the gaunt man withdrew his hands, not daring to gamble.

He dodged with astonishing speed, using the shadows emerging from the department store, manipulating layers of phantoms in front of him with a flick of his fingers.

While he controlled the phantoms projected by the department store, those trapped by the phantoms quickly fled, rushing into the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area.

The gaunt man wanted to stop them, but just then, the Building-jumping Ghost charged out of the alley.

The fog surged forward, and after a moment of hesitation, the man chose to hide, while Zhuang Wen in the alley chose to attack.

With a face smeared in blood and features now distorted, Zhuang Wen let out a hysterical scream.

At the same moment, the mist enveloping the street arrived, completely indifferent to whoever it was about to face, as if all who dared stand in its path had only one fate—soul scattering.

Fog shrouded the area, within which a soul-summoning song arose, its sound piercing through the soul with desolation!

Merely upon hearing the song, the gaunt man’s complexion changed, and as he retreated once more, the fog had already engulfed the frenzied Zhuang Wen.

Heart-wrenching screams erupted, flesh burst apart, and the Building-jumping Ghost, with power nearing that of Hatred, was shattered in an instant.

The dense Dark Energy and flesh were devoured entirely by the fog, with the soul of the Building-jumping Ghost struggling to escape, but seemingly grabbed tightly by something!

She resisted with all her might, managing only to stir the edge of the miasma.

Hearing the piercing screams within the fog, the gaunt man’s face underwent another drastic change; he retreated repeatedly, avoiding the spreading mist.

In less than half a minute, the ghost that had ignited the Black Fire was completely consumed, and no trace related to her remained in the night.

After feeding was finished, the thick fog slowly dissipated.

The gaunt man’s blood-red, deformed pupils widened as he vaguely saw a figure in the deepest part of the mist.

The person was wearing a ghastly Beast-faced Mask; his soul was as elusive as the fog, yet as deep as the ocean.

As if noticing something, he slowly turned his head, his gaze indifferently sweeping behind him.

Evil, indifferent, like a Divine Spirit!

"Unspeakable!"

The gaunt man quickly retreated back into the department store, his mind greatly shaken, not daring to reveal the slightest hint of his malice.

His pupils trembled; in his vision where everything was dismembered, only that figure remained intact—he could find no flaws or weaknesses in that soul.

"Has an Unspeakable actually appeared in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area?"

He had only ever seen the shrines of the Unspeakable and had never seen a true Unspeakable, but as a native of the Deep World, he was very clear about one thing.

Whenever an area has an Unspeakable appear, a great disaster will be unleashed!

Countless souls and remnants will vanish because of it, until no one dares to utter the name of that ghost again!

"The shrines in the nearby areas have been continuously destroyed, and it seems a name is being increasingly mentioned in this night."

The gaunt man’s ten fingers merged with the ghostly image of the department store; he silently moved backward.

He remembered that name, but now he was no longer willing to easily utter it.

"A new catastrophe has emerged, I wonder if he will seek to kill everyone just like that Fu Sheng."

The shutter door of the department store fell, and the gaunt man merged his body with the store, "I need to prepare early and quickly transfer my soul onto that thing."

His clothes fell apart, and all the dense stitches on the man’s body were torn apart by him. He transformed into a pool of stinking black blood and slowly sank into the ground of the department store.

As the black blood sank, nine other figures walked out from the corners of the department store. They varied in height and weight, but all bore the engravings of human faces on their bodies.

Eight of the nine figures also turned into black blood and seeped underground; only one figure hid inside a certain container, seemingly disguising itself as a piece of merchandise.

When all the black blood had disappeared, the grudge energy that enveloped the department store also dissipated, and the enormous shadow cast by the store returned to normal, as if it were just an ordinary building.

As the gaunt man hid underground, the fog in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area also vanished. A man wearing a mask collapsed onto the ground. His chest was sunken, his eyes devoid of light, his consciousness muddled, unable to maintain even the most basic awareness.

"Building Chief?"

"Han Fei!"

Zhuang Wen, who had already scattered her soul, was protecting the masked man. Her body had split into three parts; the smallest one, a girl, was intact, whereas her most fearsome main body had been torn to shreds, which the little girl was now reassembling piece by piece.

"Yinglong, what exactly happened just now?" Haha and Xu Qin also stood nearby. They had just been caught in a dire situation, but unexpectedly the hatred from the "Plastic Surgery Hospital" had suddenly acted.

They quickly seized the opportunity to flee, but only after the fog had lifted did they realize that the person in the dense fog wasn’t the hatred of the Plastic Surgery Hospital but Han Fei.

"Don’t stay here, let’s get back first," said the Mirror God, tapping on the mirror surface, suppressing an unspeakable hatred in his eyes. He seemed to have just seen his fingers stitched onto someone else’s body.

"Red Skirt and little Cry are trapped inside the department store, they haven’t come out yet," Haha said, his face pale, his laughter unpleasant and sad.

"The Ten Fingers have discovered the secret beneath the department store. They’ve sealed off the store, and for now, no one can get in, and it’s difficult for those inside to come out," sighed the Mirror God. "It seems they were frightened by the Building Chief. Before they emerge from underground, all the ’goods’ in the store should be safe; after all, only the ghosts with a hint of their soul seed can fetch a good price."

Seeing no one moving, the Mirror God spoke again, his voice stern: "The Ten Fingers have become hatred, and even if we all attacked together, we’d be no match for them. Do you want Han Fei’s effort to have been in vain?"

The Mirror God pointed to Han Fei on the ground. "He just forcibly connected with the shrine and triggered the ability bestowed by the shrine. At the cost of consuming his own soul and consciousness, he made the fog that obscured his soul appear on the streets. In just a few minutes, he nearly scattered his soul. At the end, he couldn’t hold on much longer. When the fog was about to clear, I was really worried for him, but thankfully he reacted quickly."

"The fog that could shield perception came from the Building Chief’s soul?" Li Zai was quite surprised.

"Yes, but the fog only has the effect of bafflement, no actual harm."

"But I clearly saw the glass on both sides of the street shatter, as if it had exploded under some kind of pressure," said Li Zai, who had also been fooled and thought he was surely doomed this time.

"No need to say ’as if’. Indeed, it was us who smashed the glass while hiding in the fog. All of this was part of Han Fei’s plan; he seems to be very good at these things," interrupted the Mirror God. "We need to make outsiders suspect that something unspeakable has happened in the Plastic Surgery Hospital, so we come and go here. The rest we can discuss later."

While Han Fei was unconscious, the Mirror God began to take charge, "When only the little girl appears, Zhuang Wen’s Hatred Black Fire is concealed. But as her main body gets slowly pieced back together, that unique hatred will once again draw people’s attention. We must return to the Death Building before her body is fully restored, otherwise the ghosts in the department store might realize Zhuang Wen is feigning death."

The Mirror God tapped on the mirror again, instructing Xu Qin to carry the unconscious Han Fei as everyone quickly fled.