My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 504: The Smile I Made for Her (Seeking 6000 Monthly Votes)

Chapter 504: Chapter 504: The Smile I Made for Her (Seeking 6000 Monthly Votes)

In "Perfect Life," theoretically any object could serve as a weapon, but Tie Nan had never before seen someone charging with a Spiritual Altar in their arms.

Ever since Han Fei entered the residential building, that eerie atmosphere had continued to intensify, with Dark Energy feeling like shackles, making it hard to breathe.

At this moment, the man in the funeral shroud came over again, challenging Han Fei time after time, which decided not to hold back any longer.

He needed to quickly find the ghost that could laugh and then complete the mission, taking the three players with him to leave.

The man in the shroud stood with his back to Han Fei, fearless, different from the others trapped in the mirrors.

It seemed as if each piece of Paper Money underfoot had a delicate connection to him, as if he was the protagonist of the floor’s funeral service.

The loose funeral shroud fluttered with the gloomy wind as the man slowly turned around, emitting an extremely dangerous aura from his being.

Ghost Patterns automatically appeared as Han Fei’s skin was pricked by the Dark Energy.

Fearless, he charged into the darkness, accompanied by several figures!

The air was filled with despair as Han Fei lifted the Spiritual Altar and smashed it down!

"Smash!"

The mirror shattered in mid-air, each fragment reflecting Han Fei’s face.

As the last piece of glass fell, shadows emerged from all around Han Fei.

"Why won’t you ever let me come out?" Li Zai’s long, slender body was bent at ninety degrees, his head hanging down perpendicular to the floor, smiling towards Tie Nan and Yantang.

Cries sounded, plucking at the living heartstrings, Cry revealing half its head behind Han Fei.

The One-eyed Firefly Dragon silently stepped aside as a dinner knife wrapped in human skin was driven into the mirror at the end of the corridor.

Cracks spread like lightning, instantly cleaving everything apart.

"You can’t escape."

The man in the shroud disappeared, and where he had been standing, only mirror fragments remained.

But looking back at the mirror at the end of the corridor, that huge mirror now contained numerous men wearing funeral shrouds.

This ghost seemed to be able to move freely within the mirrors, his special ability a perfect match for the mirrors, and his speed was unbelievably fast; Han Fei had yet to see his true face.

"A shattered mirror is still a mirror; I must not leave a single fragment. Perhaps I can make it consume all those mirrors." Han Fei seized a shadow on the wall, and the Black Giant Python understood, happily devouring those mirror shards coated with Dark Energy.

Others might struggle against the ghosts in the mirrors, but Han Fei was different; he had a little monster in his hand that even the system couldn’t identify. This thing could eat anything, digest anything.

"Eat slowly. There’s still plenty in this building." The Black Shadow’s belly was like a bottomless pit, swelling a bit more after digesting those mirror shards.

"Brother Youfu, why are your family members coming out of the Spiritual Altar?" Tie Nan had not noticed in the hotel but now, seeing the Fierce Ghost so close, he was so scared he felt his soul might fly away.

"Why do I feel like that statement sounded like an insult to me?" Han Fei frowned slightly, pushing Tie Nan to the side and looking with his neighbors towards the mirror at the end of the corridor.

That mirror was the largest in the entire building, hiding another world within it, where the creatures also had their own life and consciousness.

They stood off against each other, with Aunt Li and Yantang at their intersection.

The voices grew louder by Aunt Li’s ear – their owner seemed to have lost patience and, disregarding everything else, forced their voice directly into Aunt Li’s brain.

An intense pain erupted, as memories that weren’t her own exploded in her mind—ordinary people could never bear such agony.

Aunt Li screamed sharply, her body falling towards the mirror, and just as her head was about to hit the glass, Yantang’s hand and an arm from within the mirror both reached out to grab her.

"Now!"

The mirror surface, like a blood pool stained red, seeped blood from every crack, and the newlywed couple in traditional wedding clothes turned around completely, their faces bare as if worms were wriggling beneath.

Then something even more horrific happened. The smooth skin on the couple’s faces folded outward, and scars bulged from beneath, as if someone had sewn a crying expression onto their faces with surgical thread.

Screams erupted as the couple lunged out from the mirror.

"Such strong Grudge Energy."

Grudge Energy surged to the heavens—they had been killed at their happiest moment, turning a wedding into Mourning.

Although they had no features on their faces, the scars sewn with needle and thread conveyed their current emotions.

Sorrow, pain, unparalleled grief.

Negative emotions seemed like viscous threads, not only infecting those nearby, but also dragging them into the world within the mirror.

Hysterical cries of anguish rang out at the end of the corridor, and oddly, a cry also rose beside Han Fei.

It was the cry of a child, void of any superfluous emotions, dominated entirely by despair.

He was born a child of despair, his very own father’s favorite sound was his wailing.

With ten fingers piercing into skin, Cry was the first to rush forward.

The sticky negative emotions became the weapons of the men and women in the mirror; paper money fluttered about, but all their methods of attack failed to inflict any substantial harm on Cry.

Immersed in deep despair, Cry could utilize anything related to despair; as long as the enemy harbored despair in their heart, the knife to kill them was already embedded in their own chest.

The greater the despair, the closer the tip of the knife approached their heart.

As Cry wrestled with the newlywed wife, Li Zai couldn’t wait to move over to Yantang and Aunt Li’s side.

"Very nice, I really like the aura about you all. The young man has quite the potential, and this lady has earned my respect. Indeed, looks can be deceiving," said Li Zai, his neck bent almost 180 degrees as he stared at Yantang upside down. Even with Yantang’s guts, this sight scared him considerably.

Li Zai wanted to drag Aunt Li away from beside the mirror, but as soon as he pulled her, Aunt Li let out another scream, blood started flowing from all her orifices, and her body grew weaker.

Aunt Li’s cries of pain echoed far across the corridor, causing the hidden presence in the shadows to finally grow restless.

From a room near the staircase on the fourth floor came the sound of a mirror shattering, followed by a gush of blood plasma from within. The plasma, as if alive, flowed out of the room and slowly gathered into a monstrous figure, entirely blood-red.

His body was much larger than a normal person’s, his face also devoid of features, someone had just sewn an angry expression onto it with surgical thread.

After the angry man appeared, light footsteps came from downstairs, and a child dragging a head hopped and skipped to the fourth-floor corridor entrance.

His face turned slowly, and upon the featureless skin, someone had stitched a happy expression with needle and thread.

Piercing laughter rang out, the child, dragging the head, charged fiercely towards Han Fei!

Inside that small body seemed to lie infinite strength, leaving afterimages in its wake, its speed stunningly fast.

Giant eyeballs opened on the walls around Han Fei, and the girl holding the fish tank raised her head, the bandage across her eyes falling away, revealing her deep, empty eye sockets.

The child appeared bound by some invisible force, slowing down, and before he could react, a dinner knife slashed directly across his neck.

Beheaded, the child continued smiling with the stitched expression on his face, but beneath the smile was nothing but blood and pain.

"Ying Yue’s gaze is not something just anyone can bear. Sorrow, rage, joy, all these emotions stitched onto the faces of the residents within the building. I now understand why this place is called the Mirror Clinic; it’s specifically for crafting new cheeks for those faceless monsters in the mirror."

"Snap!"

The sound of mirrors breaking echoed one after another, creating such a ruckus that the whole street could hear the tremendous noise.

Soon jumbled footsteps sounded in the corridor; the figures previously standing in the mirror walked out, their featureless faces all carved with wounds.

The split wounds served as lips, while the crusted scars became eyes, fine surgical threads outlining eyebrows and noses.

Their faces now bore fixed expressions, they wore different clothes, males and females, young and old, all crowding towards the fourth floor.

Han Fei was now relieved that he hadn’t acted directly in the clinic; breaking a multitude of mirrors could’ve lured these people out prematurely.

In such a confined space, under attack by so many ghosts, he wasn’t sure he could have survived.

Retreating, the group gathered together, protecting Aunt Li in the middle.

Aunt Li, lying on the ground, now had a splitting headache; her eyes were swollen, filled with blood vessels.

It seemed that sensing Aunt Li’s fading vital signs, unable to withstand any more torment, the voice that had always been calling her in her mind finally ceased.

This minor detail caught Han Fei’s attention. The owner of the Mirror Clinic seemed to have no intention of harming Aunt Li from the start, merely calling out to her incessantly.

Previously, Han Fei had asked Aunt Li, and she had replied soon after, saying that the voice urged her to stay away from Han Fei.

Perhaps the voice considered Han Fei to be dangerous and wanted to protect her in its own way.

"Since you all regard me as the bad guy, I’ll just play the part to show you," Han Fei’s eyes revealed a trace of wickedness, his smile twisted and ferocious as if the darkness within his heart had been activated.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the other two players, Han Fei grabbed Aunt Li by the collar and yanked her up from the ground.

He drew out the Rebirth Saber, its brilliant light illuminating the pitch-black corridor, and then Han Fei placed the Rebirth Saber on Aunt Li’s shoulder.

Aunt Li’s face was covered in blood as she struggled to assimilate the memories that had suddenly flooded her mind, weakened and unable to resist.

"Your wife is right here. If you don’t want her to die, you’d better come out yourself."

His cold tone, twisted smile, and malicious gaze made Han Fei seem like a completely different person.

He grabbed Aunt Li’s neck with one hand, his fingers sinking into her flesh.

The blood-covered Aunt Li seemed unable to breathe, her limbs starting to flail subconsciously.

Upon touching a player, Han Fei could clearly see their real-time attributes; he was now intently watching Aunt Li’s Life Value.

"You ran away like a coward, leaving all the hardship and despair to her. Do you know that she searched for you for twenty years?"

Invoking the "Mourning Throat" talent and activating the Word Spirit ability, every word Han Fei spoke was imbued with special power.

"You’re already dead, and now you want to get her killed too? Do you want your child to become an orphan?"

"Like those orphans you’ve seen before, unable to choose their own lives, forced to accept a destiny of others’ charity, their minds and souls stuffed full of despair!"

His voice was suppressive and angry, veins on the back of his hand bulging as Han Fei’s grip on Aunt Li’s neck appeared to slowly tighten.

"She spent her entire life looking for you, and now that she’s finally in front of you, are you willing to watch her die with your own eyes?"

Han Fei heard a strange noise from downstairs, something slowly approaching.

"It seems you really don’t care about her; even if she dies in front of you, you remain indifferent."

The blade raised, its dazzling light reflecting Han Fei’s icy gaze.

He listened to the slow-moving sounds from downstairs, emitting a hysterical laugh from his mouth; without a moment’s hesitation, he swung the saber down with all his might!

When facing an enemy stained with fresh blood, the Rebirth Slaughter Saber becomes exceptionally sharp, but it cannot kill those who are truly kind.

That’s a unique feature of the Rebirth Saber, but even so, Han Fei did not dare gamble recklessly.

His strike was not aimed at Aunt Li’s neck, but at his own hand that was gripping her throat.

In this way, even if he was too late to pull back the saber, Aunt Li would not be accidentally harmed.

Everything was calculated by Han Fei; he had not held back at all with this strike.

His Master-level Acting played out perfectly—as the blade was about to hit his own hand, suddenly there was a sound of shattering mirrors from around the corner of the hallway, and a doctor in a white coat seemed to rush towards Han Fei in madness.

Han Fei had seen this doctor downstairs before, standing in the consultation room’s mirror, but no matter how Aunt Li had called, the doctor did not turn around, as if he had something unspeakable hidden.

Now, as the doctor charged forward, everyone present saw the doctor’s face clearly.

The distinctly chiseled face was missing all its features, leaving only rows of neatly stitched wounds.

The Rebirth Saber stopped an inch from the back of his own hand, and Han Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the doctor had been any slower, he might have really hit his own hand.

Han Fei had never tried to use the Rebirth Saber on himself and didn’t know what would happen, although he was the owner of the saber, but after all, he was also a Butcher with blood on his hands.

Releasing his grip, Han Fei gently patted Aunt Li’s shoulder.

Aunt Li covered her neck, weakly opening her eyes, and saw the doctor in front of her—the person she had searched for twenty years had appeared before her, everything felt unreal.

Twenty years had passed, and Aunt Li no longer possessed her youthful appearance; time had stolen everything from her, but the doctor seemed unchanged from twenty years ago.

Looking at that disfigured face, Aunt Li raised her hands; she could feel that the man in front of her was the one she was looking for.

Without the barrier of a mirror, even after twenty years, she could recognize him at a glance.

"Where have you been all these years?"

Aunt Li walked towards the ghost from the Deep World, the immense Grudge Energy that would terrify most seemed to be the concern she could never let go.

The doctor exuding Dark Energy stood in the middle of the corridor, not daring to look down, as if he was afraid his disfigured face would frighten his wife.

As Aunt Li approached, the ghost oozing with Large-scaled Grudge Energy actually stepped backward.

"Why did you leave twenty years ago? You didn’t tell me anything, and I didn’t even know how to explain it to our child," Aunt Li’s face was a mix of blood and tears, and she was in immense pain, "I first lied to my son, saying you had gone on a long trip, then that you had gone abroad. He kept asking for you... The first time I hit him was when he was nine, because he called you an irresponsible father, the worst kind of father. He said you were already dead!"

The emotionally exhausted Aunt Li walked toward the doctor.

Listening to her words, the retreating doctor stopped in his tracks.

Standing face to face, the couple from twenty years ago, Aunt Li slowly grabbed hold of the doctor’s white coat, clinging onto it as though she was afraid he would leave again without saying goodbye.

The hallway was incredibly quiet, as if Tie Nan and Yantang were reminded of some of the events that had happened to them.

"Why be afraid of ghosts? She longed so much to see him, maybe a world with ghosts wouldn’t be so bad," Yantang seemed to remember something, lowering his head, "But it’s just a game. To wish for such a world to become reality is probably nothing more than a daydream."

Aunt Li’s mental state had reached its limit. She was older and had been in the game for almost two days, and now she was facing her husband who had been missing for many years. Her emotional turmoil was intense; her heart was racing, and her complexion pale with fright.

"Big sister, if you get too close to him, you will die." Living people who approach a large-scaled grudge are harmed by the grudge energy, even if the doctor tried desperately to control it: "If you die here, you’ll probably never be able to see him again, and you’ll also lose the only chance to save him."

As soon as Han Fei spoke, Aunt Li’s grip on the white coat gradually loosened.

"Your wife has gone through so much to find you, appearing here should make it clear what that means, right?" Han Fei stared at the doctor’s disfigured face, "Come with us, to another domain of hatred. Then you can be together forever, and you might also find redemption."

The stitches on the doctor’s face twitched slightly, as if he was trying hard to make some kind of expression, but all it did was make his wounds bleed more.

After a long hesitation, the doctor shook his head. Simultaneously, the monstrous patients emerged from all corners of the building.

They were all without faces, and sometimes expressions would appear on their bare skins stitched together by surgical threads.

Some of those ghost and monsters had considerable strength, and they all seemed to obey the doctor’s commands.

Touching the blood flowing from his wound, the doctor knelt in front of Aunt Li and wrote "atonement" on his white coat with his blood.

"Atonement? Did you really kill someone? Were you a part of those murder parties?" Aunt Li recalled the brutal scenes she witnessed in the hotel.

The doctor shook his head and wrote a few more words—because of a woman, I ruined her face.

There were some complex things the doctor couldn’t explain clearly, so he pulled out a thick stack of medical records from under his white coat.

Every patient in this building had their own medical record, detailing the reasons behind the loss of their faces, including the doctor’s own record.

Aunt Li took the medical records, and Han Fei quietly walked over to look as well.

The doctor’s real name was Yan Mo. He was punished to remain in this place and create a more perfect face for a woman because he destroyed her face.

The faces of the patients in the clinic were all at his disposal. He could use them as he pleased as long as he could create a more beautiful face.

Before he crafted a suitable face for the woman, his soul would be bound by the Life Rope, and his own face would be locked inside the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

"The Life Rope is not an issue. I can help you cut it and even falsify the illusion that you are dead, as long as you are willing to come with us," Han Fei said. He was in dire need of someone who understood the Plastic Surgery Hospital, especially since the doctor seemed to have a very special ability to control some of the faceless patients.

The doctor shook his head again, standing facing Aunt Li. If he had expressions, he would surely look deeply remorseful.

"If you’re worried about these patients, there’s no need. Let’s just bring them all with us," Han Fei said, looking at those faceless monsters without fear, even with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

What does the Plastic Surgery Hospital need so many faces for? Just to create the perfect one?

Han Fei couldn’t figure it out. There were three grudges within the hospital, each with different abilities and talents. To take the faces of ghost and monster was probably the talent of the faceless woman, while creating the Life Rope was likely the talent of either the girl in little white shoes or the painter.

Up until now, Han Fei still hadn’t figured out the talent of one of those three grudges.

Hearing that Han Fei said he could take all the patients, Doctor Yan seemed somewhat tempted.

"You should decide quickly. Your wife is in a bad state, and if she doesn’t leave soon, she’s likely to die inside this clinic," Han Fei spoke bluntly, as there was no need for euphemism.

The faceless patients surrounded them, and the newly-wed couple and the man in the mourning clothes all came out of the mirror, all bearing the marks sewn by the doctor.

After a long period of reflection, the doctor wrote in blood—Once you enter the clinic, you can never leave, unless you can shatter that mirror.

Gently pushing Aunt Li away, the doctor went to the end of the corridor, stepped on the red cloth on the floor, and completely smashed the huge mirror on the wall.

Behind the mirror was a hidden door, covered with various beautiful faces drawn on it.

The doctor picked up a fragment of the mirror, cut his own body, and mixed the dark energy and black blood together, spreading it evenly over each face.

Whichever face drank his blood, their eyes would gradually open. After all the faces had a clear view of him, the door opened.

Melodious laughter echoed in everyone’s ears, and the doctor again wrote with blood—The smiling face I created for her is inside. Unless she is destroyed, no one can leave the clinic alive.